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Billy Is Dead

by Tearing Up

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Running 04:14
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Take the old newspaper, rip it up into pieces wrap it around the twigs we're building fires on the beaches the juice drips down her chin, biting into the peaches she raises her fist up and screams “Here’s to the pleasure seekers” RUNNING! I am the wind that shakes the leaves A voice off in the distance that says “You shall be free!” RUNNING! Oh this is just what I need To be carried on the wind Like the dandelion seeds (Alright) The sky looks beautiful tonight like someone took a paint brush With a can of paint the size of Lake Huron and the colour was called "voluptuous" 
 and the words on the tip of your tongue but you can’t recall what it is then you realize it doesn’t matter much when you're naked in front of an audience RUNNIN! I am the wind that shakes the leaves I'm voice off in the distance says "you shall be set free!" RUNNIN’ Oh this is just what I need To be carried on the wind Like the dandelion seeds (Alright) There is a woman, she is tried and she is true she kicked her shoes into the dirt and away she flew There is a sound, that I can feel Those good vibrations that come in and out the field There is a bird, I don’t remember what it’s called but it’s song gets stuck in my head and it helps me get along And that woman’s runnin’ she’s runnin' up a flight a stairs, heart racin' No more fighting, no more chasin’ Up one flight of stairs now Up two flights of stairs now Up three flights of stairs now Up Four flights of stairs now Up five flights of stairs now Up Six flights of stairs now Up Seven flights of stairs now Up eight flights of stairs now She’s going all the way All the way to the top! RUNNING! I am the wind that shakes the leaves I'm a voice off in the distance that says “You shall be free!” RUNNING! Oh this is just what I need To be carried on the wind Like the dandelion seeds RUNNING! The dogs are tearing off the leash Pushing up against the pavement Setting fire to the street RUNNING! Oh this is just what I need To be carried on the wind Like the dandelion seeds (Alright)
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Monarch 04:07
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Saw the heat rising up from the pavement took my camera out for a walk there were tourists, they I think they were from England and they started to talk... "Oh Michael he acts like an infant The boy just doesn't know what he wants I’ll be talking to him for a minute and the next he's gone always lost in thought" You walk alone, fists clenched like a destroyer You're floating in and out of many scenes Your presence fits the character, the voyeur who hopes that they mean something to somebody I remember the party was good I invited myself inside did my best to avoid looking desperate, and tried to be polite I keep my conversations are quick and convenient I try to keep my words general and brief No one wants their leaving to give others a sense of relief (Please make your exit discrete) And this I know, I travel like a nomad or a monarch, gently moving their wings Sending out waves, if only for the hope that You’re not lost at sea, it’s just space in between And this I know, I travel like a nomad or a monarch, gently moving their wings Sending out waves, if only for the hope that You’re not lost at sea, it’s just space in between
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Highway Bandits 03:39
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We got into the pickup, said bittersweet goodbye We were outrunning a storm, keeping underneath blue skies On the highway packing bandits, playing some cowboy song Our future “Gentle On My Mind” as you would just look on Way out into the distance, but neither of us looking forward The drive was just interlude, before home became a sick ward And with every mile that passed, our childhood quickly fading Do you remember Edinburgh? When I suddenly went astray I could only find my way back When I heard you call my name And I know, I am my father’s son his blood runs thick inside of both our palms And as drips into our veins it’s filling up the pen that will sign my fate but is it real? Is it real? I gotta figure it out When I asked about directions you said nothing was set it’s just decisions, decisions and then on to the next "Do I have to spell it out for you, in bright red letters? There is division, division between your past and present.” And we hit hotel beds, the skies a crimson hue we drank cheap beer and we talked bout how there’s nothing you can do. Hope is a powerful weapon some times you find that it won’t have much use My morbid side was certainly coming through That part of me you were never all that used to Well I’ve never seen you smile for bad news And your arrow still flies true. And I know I am my father’s son his blood runs thick inside of both our palms And as it drips into our veins It's filling up the pen that will sign my fate Is it real? Is it real? I gotta figure it out

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released October 14, 2022

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Tearing Up Toronto, Ontario

"You should change your artist bio, that one that's up there doesn't sound like you"
- my mom

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Britain/EU: kai.lehmann@cabinartists.com

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