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My Heart Is Pooped

by Mike Melton

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1.
I try not to make wishes 01:40
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2.
Consecrated Bridge 05:12
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Truth is a beautiful thing But it hurts so bad Two people know only the dreams in their hearts, It means they could be had Know we don't know but speak and see Feel and be mean to agree Tossing sparks anger dark messy marks But I'm in the same place with this condition As it was many chapters before this My life derailed the gravy train And I couldn't leave the sauce lagoon By the wreckage I stewed Observe the passing birds and I stayed Different flowers as they bloomed Through passing seasons like a knife My shadow haunting you Before my statue is fully sealed I beg perchance for your ear Receive this last news The reason for this catastrophe Was merely follies of false eternal youth The body's fragile instrument Took by the wicked savagery of truth Passing without lawful meaning Souls and dreams alive and ghosts A curtain someday drawn back for proof A vessel shattered anew Resounding harvest of collectors Gathering spirits like children's time for dinner due Buncha fuckin nonsense damn it I need my guitar
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Stilled Meadow 03:27
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4.
Blind 06:48
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After our pals left the storefront We went driving wickedly away The dead grey gloom of the Washington sky Surrounding endless years of our lives Some of us too troubled inside volatile minds Oh so many times was I You wouldn't trust us by our looks Not in your life But we were the weirdos Of the wild dark times Listening to GODFLESH out of our minds I could tell you about Tim Inman And his brutalist psychosis Endless coffee nights at Kenmore Denny's Getting toasted We weren't smart but our youth it made us blind All the time Lots of strange things happened without making sense All the time It was so gnarly, the endless weirdness of the forest Where something always lurked I quit my jobs to be a more well -rounded Addiction seeking jerk Optimistic nihilist Pseudo philosophical But impulsive boring dude But all the scary shit that happened in those times Was the dark kid that I was, Now more broken left behind? I don't miss the insanity, but it sure was punk rock Not the social consciousness but the bad part That's enough
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Where Do the Good Things Go? 06:12
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Ah no, my lovely people What if I am stuck In my dead-end soul? Ah, no. It's not forever I'm not a bitter mañ Lemme show you Where the good things go Where do the good things go? Recently, usually, I've been avoiding, reclusive and lame. Maybe always in my room I'm full of sad bugs where I lay I hate getting up to know I'm still the person place and thing I am Makes me feel weird And I'm this old One day the bugs in my brain will eat me away My list of reasons to hate myself Is longer than the sum of my years I'll fill up all the houses in my river of tears I've always been strange bit crazy But I don't want to be mean Stay inside a dead cocoon Not much interests me Except music medication Literary tropes and things Wasteful compartment world Shitting endless plastic into the breeze Fast food convenient filling For a life so empty and serene Chaotic preference passing through the land Party hard, and celebrate Starvation in the sand Money's yours Throw it, flush it, fuck it, kill it, till it fades Circumstance has made them gods But helpless dreamers toil everyday Interesting? But then I'd say Pain is non-transferable from a distant image Story someone you don't know Some countless souls at their most painful limit Empathize but can't and won't take their body And go up in it That one human story is just as frail as our own Each day a thread of chaos makes it's way Winding like a snake through all we've known That nips our tail Today Tomorrow Too crazy dear It's all beyond control I wonder if today I end up In the endless mortal blow
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Ran Out of Brocolli 00:19
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I don't know if anyone cares about these or if they ever will, I almost feel bad about all these songs. They were written fast, as an exercise in one sitting each, recorded quickly, and then on to the next one. Like that. I mean it is what it is. This is not quite as manic. I hope it doesn't make you feel bad if you listen. Some are dark and some are tired and sentimental. Probably cringey as heck but I need to try to be brave even if I'm lame

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released May 3, 2021

Me and the 4 string acoustic and some thoughts and feelings

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Pressure Clown Toledo, Washington

Myweirdmusic is a thing I've been doing here and there off and on since I was a kid in 6th grade. It's sequenced on old DOS tracker programs and it's mostly derived from samples of sounds I made, older stuff samples films, the radio. One uses SEGA Genesis sounds for the beats. Guitar, kazoo, beat box, whatever I had to do to accomplish the idea.Thanks for supporting my mad scientist orchestrations ... more

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