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My Baby Is In Love
00:56
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Lily: Say it really slowly, like you’re in slow motion.
Frankie: Please wake up!
Lily: Slowly, Frank!
Frankie: Come on!
Lily: Come on…
Frankie: Wake up! Please, wake up.
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Gigant
04:14
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So you stirred up the quiet ocean.
Turned the tides in a lion way.
And it’s clear when it comes from nothing at all.
All my life, where have you been?
But with this autonomy, am I glad?
You could be the one to guide me under the knife.
I can’t wait to walk through the final gate.
And I love that they’re coming closer.
But do they come with a loaded question?
For I’m stuck in the fissure of stigma.
I’m a slave to the me before me.
And I hope that it’s almost over.
And my heart knows it feels bereft.
But it’s so damn hard to keep you away.
And there’s hardly room to breathe.
Don't.
Can’t deny the need to feel ahead of the pack.
It’s not like I let the world hold me back.
I’m out where the giants roam. Footsteps and all.
I can’t wait to give up, alright? These burdens are doubling.
But what’s that coming up? A siren for me to chase out to sea?
And where you aimlessly wander, I’ll shamelessly follow.
And I know you’ll be the one to cast me onto the rocks.
I can’t wait to walk through the final gate.
And I know that you’re coming closer.
And I don’t care that there are bigger fish.
So please, just pick me up and take me away.
For I’m warm in your gooey heat.
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3. |
You Threw Me Away
03:48
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I was floating and restless. Swiping down the stream.
You charmed me out when I sensed no vitriol bursting at the seams.
In the succession of moments we lived through, I thought it was a dream.
But, my neurons, they slow me, I’m running out of steam.
Now, you tell me to wait for the moment. Throw my sword into the sea.
So I succumb to play with my thumbs. It’s what I wanna be.
In the past, I told me, “It’s all in my head, don’t worry.”
But now I’m so… so dumbfounded. Not worth my time.
Still I go, “I’ll grow up. I’ll drive a car, I’ll move out.”
But look at you. You mucked up. You threw me away.
And there you go, shaped by the world. Life is but a race.
And here I am, fanging for you, clinging to my faith.
“Why won’t you stay home and soothe my bare bones?” Is what I’d rather say.
But you work so hard, and straight-forward. Push me out the way.
In the past, I told me, “It’s all in my head, don’t worry.”
But now I’m so… so dumbfounded. Not worth my time.
Still I go, “I’ll grow up. I’ll drive a car, I’ll move out.”
But look at you. You mucked up. You threw me away.
I always thought that you went so much deeper, you petty little skunk.
And I thought our ribs could coexist. I’m grieving like a monk.
But, I get it, you human. So young and hungry.
You want to reap from the world for your being. It’s what you wanna be.
In the past, I told me, “It’s all in my head, don’t worry.”
But now I’m so… so dumbfounded. Not worth my time.
Still I go, “I’ll grow up. I’ll drive a car, I’ll move out.”
But look at me look at you! You mucked up. You threw me away.
In the past, I told me, “It’s all in my head, don’t worry.”
But now I’m so… so dumbfounded. Not worth my time.
Still I go, “I’ll grow up. I’ll drive a car, I’ll move out.”
But look at you. You mucked up. You threw me away.
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4. |
Feel The Shame
04:04
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While I am suffering, move so slowly.
What is that humming? You gave your hours up.
I can’t teach you habit. Your leisure life is bound.
Teach me all about your penchant.
Too much information, tell me just to walk it off.
While I am suffering, move so slowly.
It’s bleeding across his chest, like some calling.
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So teach me all about your penchant.
Too much information, tell me just to walk it off.
While I am suffering, move so slowly.
It’s bleeding across his chest, like some calling.
While I am suffering, move so slowly.
It’s bleeding across his chest, like some calling.
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5. |
There We Go
02:48
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Stop, I know you’re my highness, we know you pull the strings, you control the world in ambience.
But, I am so persistent, your words are hurting me. You send shocks that bring the temple down.
You say, “you’re so coyly counterfeit.”
I can’t break the silence, life’s a bitch.
Oh, though I’m at your mercy, I feel opulence. I can feel my smile grow wry and wretched.
You know, I’ll always be by your side, ‘til I die.
You said you’re taking me for a ride, but where are we going?
If I were just a stranger, would you follow me home?
We’re biting our hands as we’re feeding each other
You say, “it’s your problem, don’t you think?”
I could break the silence, just a bit.
You say, “it don’t matter what you think.
I need your legs, I’m so horny.” Life’s a bitch.
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6. |
Crashing
03:02
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Have you ever felt yourself waiting for a moment, for a moment that’ll never happen?
As you’re sitting by the door, you got your fingers crossed but the wolves aren’t delivering the goods.
Fate won’t pick me up. Some kind of person, maybe, some kind of providence.
There's so much I have to do but where do I begin?
Why won’t you know?
It’s so so-so.
I see you’re really good at pointing out the issues and ignoring the solutions, baby.
Jaws drop when I say these words: “I don’t care.”
It’s a big shouting match, you know, to pass the flame.
And I’m not dying fast enough to save my brain.
Have you ever felt yourself staring down the barrel, itching closer-closer to the trigger?
I'm running out of time myself. Every little detail makes the obstacles a little bigger.
But this attrition’s too much, do I shower them in smiles or do I shower them in bullets?
But, it doesn’t matter how I feel, the Earth still spins.
Can you feel the car crumple and turning around?
But now that I’m finally here, it’s cold and it’s cramped, and I’m sore, and I wanna go home.
Does that sound out of place? Does it feel out of place? Do I feel like I’m losing my life?
But I won’t get help. I can deal with this myself, I just have to find the time to.
You say, “Nothing is permanent”, so why should I try?
Oh, but it’s too late, it’s the end.
It’s a big shouting match, you know, to pass the flame.
And I’m not dying fast enough to save my brain.
It’s a big shouting match, you know, to pass the flame. [Why won’t you know?]
And I’m not dying fast enough to save my brain. [It’s so so-so.]
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7. |
My Very Own Atlas
03:23
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You always got me on the ropes.
I'm always saying that I know myself and find me broken on the road.
While the sun beats me down.
I feel the frost in the sand.
I feel the weight of the world hold me, I feel it crush my demands.
In the midst of the well, you are echoes in my hell.
It's impossible to hold it all, but how dare I dream to pass it on?
So don't tell me what I'm not.
You always got me on the ropes.
I'm always saying that I know myself and find me broken on the road.
And you're ringing in my ears. (You demon.)
Playing on what's defined me for years.
And if you find me in the creek,
tell them all that I meant no harm, but that my view was so bleak.
And while the sun beats me down.
I feel the frost in the sand.
I feel the weight of the world hold me, I feel it crush my demands.
I feel it crushing my hands.
It's only gonna drag me deeper.
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8. |
The Bigger Picture
04:18
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As I wallow in what I think to be.
I’ve been waiting for change.
I’ve been sitting at the bottom of the well.
All that’s left is to hold my breath and strain.
Is it time to put my mind in a sling?
To ask for a hand in my hand?
And all this rattling has made me so tired.
And it leaves me so circumspect.
Is it time to put my mind in a sling?
Is it time to go back?
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Like a sunbeam, you seek out the darkness piercing my skin.
Stripped me free from the cobwebs and the bad dreams within.
All the tension leaves me, not an ache in my bones.
Clears the doubt from my mind, wipes the fear from my dome.
But don’t waste your time on counting your blessings, now that a way out is finally here.
Show me the way back to the place where time never stopped.
What if I’m just a human that has made some mistake?
Maybe I could try to rise and return from the lake.
But the devil leads me to destroy what I love.
He showed me that she was there in the air, casting a shadow.
What are you doing? Get out of this cave! You were never bound, you are not a slave!
Don’t feel restricted, don’t feel the shame.
And I’m sure I’ll lose it in the blink of an eye.
But as long as I keep grace, I can live ‘til I die.
I can hear the voices from far above and far below, pushing me just to be the best I can be.
I can hear the voices from far above and far below, urging me to hold on.
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9. |
Dermo-Creme
03:53
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Am I sad to see that you’re slowly running out of steam?
You were the glue that kept us floating through.
I could never see you smile but we always knew you were.
And now, look how old you’ve become.
And now the gears are slowly shifting. I won’t attest.
Oh, let it shape my life. Let me move on from this.
Stay here now.
Don’t go now.
But there’s so much I’ve yet to discover.
Your reasons and motives elude me, leave me in the dark.
But I know it’ll only be something good.
And I’m putting all my trust into you.
Don’t even falter, go even further, my child.
There’s not a speck in the world that can stop us.
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Orange Orange Melbourne, Australia
he/him
alt-indie artist since '14.
based in naarm.
i write and produce and manage everything so it might take longer than other artists but it is all me.
2 albums and 3 EPs
Orange Orange recommends:
brilliant debut
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