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Second Cousin

by Buried Beds

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Lie Baby Lie 04:09
Who said it first, it’s not what you know So lie baby lie, just like tracks in the snow, you’ll get covered up Covered up Where to begin, to ensure the end That cut your finger in spite of the skin that keeps coming up Coming up From your eyes to your lips to your teeth to your tongue How long have you been growing up? From the sea to the sand to the heart of the man How long have been dying? Inside each bird, now there is a song So hide baby hide, let the green grass grow long, or start speaking up Speaking up From your eyes, to your lips to your teeth to your tongue How long have you been growing up? From the sea to the sand to the heart of the man How long have been dying? Who said it first, it’s not what you know So lie baby lie, just like tracks in the snow, you’ll get covered up Covered up Covered up
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Will I empty out this ocean one heart break at a time? This machine is such a bitter green, a failure of design Though I am not the architect, I know the blame is mine Though I am not the architect, I know the blame is mine Well I traced the shadow of Augustine Wore it like a veil through Galilee But hands can’t hold what eyes don’t see So take this hope away from me There was a fire in this heavy heart There was a pattern in these scattered stars But the flames snuffed out the stars design Though I am not the architect, I know the blame is mine I can bring to light a hollow dream Bend the mind and the will to be Oh but life aint got no room for me So take this love away from me When the grim light fades from the world on fire What’s left of love, of you and I? When I call your name, I get no reply, no reply Will I empty out this ocean one heart break at a time? This machine, it’s such a bitter green, a failure of design Though i am not the architect, I know the blame is mine Though i am not the architect, I know the blame is mine

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released March 17, 2020

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Buried Beds Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Philadelphia-based chamber-poppers, Buried Beds, craft upbeat and off-kilter songs that are as heavily percussive as they are nimbly orchestrated; rife with strange and imagined histories.

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