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Hey aspirational TV, meet fragile masculinity
Come summer breeze own-brand thick bleach
And rid my garden of its weeds
The dirty river feeds the sea, always seems to find a reason
And the violence all still happens
When it happens just off-screen
So you do what you feel like
You feel like you need to
Maybe that’s a seed we buried too deeply
Ever to bear flowers or fruit
So Alienate my friends
Some things best left for years unsaid
Alienate my friends
Together through the better bits of a bitter end
Alienate my friends
At some point they all just quit asking questions
Alienate my friends
Alienate my
And now one day when we’ve healed over all our hard earned scars and bruises
We will tear into the oldest wound and gouge out what the truth is
Find only my heart is made of garbage, body bloody, sore and fruitless
And if you feel like I do maybe I can help you through this
Don’t be afraid, don’t be ashamed of what you need to keep you sane
Tell your head I said I hate the weight it gives to the mistakes we made
So Alienate my friends
Some things best left for years unsaid
Alienate my friends
Together through the better bits of a bitter end
Alienate my friends
At some point they all just quit asking questions
Alienate my friends
Alienate my
A selfish boy, a poison well
The taste of bleach in water running
You blame something inert innate in her
That just won’t let the sun
And the whole sunk cost accumulated
Of something that used to be sacred
Perspective’s all we found in these negative spaces
I am sorry, you are sorry everybody is fucking sorry
And just wants to go back to the way it was
So Alienate my friends
Some things best left for years unsaid
Alienate my friends
Together through the better bits of a bitter end
Alienate my friends
At some point they all just quit asking questions
Alienate my friends
Alienate my
supported by 28 fans who also own “Heart of Garbage”
Lovely album, Fresh have really honed their sound without losing the joy of the early stuff. The album runs to about half an hour, which I also like (cf. It's a shame about Ray). Lemon Rind