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Beyond Blue

by High Turnover

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1.
Know I don’t wanna See I don’t wanna Aware I don’t wanna be To what you’re doing Without me Text no more Post no more Snap no more pictures In your wine and dine dinners Without me Muddled gets my head Full of led Band members, co workers See you more than me Our gazes are no longer Intertwining Wheel around the block Cast your Heart shaped box Like your locks to the wind Don’t tell me where they’ve been Without me I knew a countess You racked experience Shameless we were known to be Let not the past say our futures Without me Know I don’t wanna, Know I don’t wanna, Know I don’t wanna know
2.
B.S. 03:22
Up and down Streets I strut Face to face Bluetooth people never looking up I’m getting the tightrope bends From trying on the trends There isn’t anything I can do Except approach each day a new Wearing my brown suede shoes and my blue suede hat My studies continue In the club Among the devoted I stand out with my mug I’m dancing with gin and Jack To make up for my lack Of letting myself go I was born in another time ya know Wearing my brown suede shoes and my blue suede hat Now to the college Where scholars Lecture themselves Ragging for hours How insular their egos Where’s mine to go I came here to be heard Not shut out by every jargon word Wearing my brown suede shoes and my blue suede hat Evening to night People’s voices Speak in trite Surface level phrases Wake up can’t you all see I’m looking for more than routine CNN’s depressing, I’m leaving this city Looking for conversation with feeling Wearing my brown suede shoes and my blue suede hat
3.
Be kind, rewind, don’t stir the water Is what you’re calmly shouting Be nicer, heed, stifle your speech You got my monologue wrong Don’t pretend, or veil, your language I listen more than talk didn’t you notice Don’t say, my ego, stands me apart I’m no individual, I just don’t act, the fool Better than, never am, I the best At accepting what others disagree To forgive, I will, my friends But you and your posse, are nothing to me, but acquaintances After Accusation, I concede, nothing Remember you whispered people never change One on one, stead of mob, mentality I appreciate, only your face, addressing me Rise against, against me, with words Draw blood from my character Stronger, with willpower, I can withstand Words of those, who refuse to know, themselves Are you-attune- to this friendly interruption?
4.
Past Fiction 04:09
After two slaps in I’m falling for an artist She wants me to enlist In her next portrait I promise next Sunday As my boot heels click away Come Sunday I’m bothered By mornings arrival Why can’t I feel more mild? As she picks her pencil My distrust melts into night As she works to get it right It remains to be seen What will happen when John’s blue train pulls in Sanity sits on a pin But when the saxophone refrains Fates scale looks okay Before me glints the work Of one aiming to tame Don’t love belong to the insane? Must this pang bring pain? She’s past any fiction I’m past any indecision I bring a Bic to my picture Of Dorian in the wind Objectivism a dying trend Finally meeting its end To the artist I run To promise my every sun
5.
Learn Lonely 05:36
Off in Spain you are To learn what’s far Hard, hard it’s gonna be Hard, hard it’s gonna be hard I flew to France, Italy Ferried Zurich, then Si bu ple Out, out, of time Out, out, of time I am How I hope your soul will hold In the Spanish Mediterranean Waves fold over you swimming Try, try, not to sink Try, try, not to sink deep Can’t fight the day’s sway Your back a year from today Learn, learn, the long Learn, learn, the long lonely How I hope your soul will hold Your message sent yesterday I’m sorry you feel that way Cry, cry, you Cry, cry, you will babe No emogi can express Distance, you feeling left Out, out, of everything Out, out, of everything you know How I hope your soul will hold When time comes to return Tell all what you learned Hope, hope, I hope you Hope, hope, I hope you know the Long loneliness Long loneliness Long loneliness Long loneliness
6.
Lead Head 03:52
A nine pound hammer/ cold has my head Can’t see can’t think/ Must ‘ave snorted lead Grimace lil liquid/ For the pain Leave me flailing/ mace without a chain That lover said they/ wouldn’t get me sick They lit my candle/ trimmed my wick I’d reach out/curse them on their way But this tinder meal/ left me in the drain Dr. Robert/ says hello goodbye Knows I’m rotting/ my life’s a life My fever catches/ my mind rags About the beautiful thing/ heaven had Back in black/ hammer to the spike Sickness won’t be/ a one punch fight Rolling’s the thunder/ sweat beads wet My vision folds/ I lay spent Ring ding ding dong Sing the heavy head song Ring ding ding dong Reclaim your life gone
7.
Your tombstone teeth your fig fresh mouth Are doing time down south Outsides’ an eviction war Inside my skull’s being worn I must say I’m grateful You’re juggling my being And ignoring my honesty But beware the true me Lacking weathered hands, always laughing With imposters always ignoring It’s never clear what your kind makes But it’s not the color that makes a fake Chorus Tonight your sister Cindy who Has the nerve to ask is it cruel To follow the nasty brutish lore To spit on those of lower rapport Chorus Your friends are regurgitating parrots With their pedigree merits All alabaster with fair hair They’ve gone to college so they think they care Chorus I’m implicated by what I abhor Objectivism’s at your core One more fix then I’ll leave your fence Gone with every single pence
8.
I wear a four hour stare Late, but you curled your hair You know you’ll be leaving me vaguely When the wine licks your lip I refuse to submit Ah I still can’t resist When pearls caress your breast But I mustn’t no I can’t Babe don’t love me do Do me, don’t love me Let me understand that were through Babe don’t love me do Why do you think I want talk My interior’s chalk Your presence captures and festers Me in ways I could paint Or sketch like a fresco saint My morals are all tangled Laying me down in the stable But I mustn’t no I can’t Chorus You keeping me up weekly Heavy talk and petting Born with a serpent tongue You think I willingly agree To bow, be naïve Sure I’ve paid your way So that you might stay But I mustn’t no I can’t Chorus It’s clear you fear Losing me to commandeer Confusing me to be part of your being Your minds full of Reddit And I’m tired of being bent Leave me, I’ll hang in your museum A reminder of false freedom I mustn’t no I can’t Chorus
9.
Quiet Rain 06:44
Morning lays steaming Gleaming sun’s irritating A pale preacher preaches A message that hardly reaches Your mother’s mind ablaze Over what he didn’t say He didn’t even offer to pay As the wind blows a quiet rain, my love At home your eyes crack Knowing he won’t be back Both, you with no wealth A sweating glass, you medicate yourself You yell, “why’m like him” “I can’t share the same grin” “with a man who leaves on a whim” As the wind blows a quiet rain, my love His exit pushes you to repent God answers raising the rent You’d ask the church to help But you’re tired of the Bible belt Breathing of conformity You long for new territory The next chapter in your story As the wind blows a quiet rain, my love In another insomniac haze You remember when the world wasn’t grey In your academic bubble With definitions available Alone you must take the loan A role model he was never known Mother must go her own As the wind blows a quiet rain, my love Debt with a fractured family You heed the incessant urging To cast aside routine To rattle your own tambourine And with executive decision You vow not to be that person Life will be how you envision As the wind blows a quiet rain, my love
10.
When the weed brings us together Friendships a foggy lens Casting a tarp Over our hearts I shared dead head secrets Only to have you hawk Post my thoughts in chalk Erodin our harmony Stay down, don't pretend, your kingdom won't fade Stay down, don't feign, friends we won't remain You said it in front of everyone Ignorant I was trying to connect Aren’t you thee king, Learned in diplomacy? Self-appointed describes your rule Cutting those whom lose Try to sink my ship, I’ll give you the slip Chorus You had your artists’ hack Axe chip at my psyche Shouting, grow up Come on, be an adult But drugged they fell up Faces mush others down, J’s all strewn around Vultures force fed their lifestyle My boats built to stand On sands your kingdom Soon my sword Will cut our Xinyang chord A companion don’t pretend We know business ends With the warp and weft Unraveled to death Chorus Why keep it bottled up Admit you’re a parasite Living off others cents Sleeping with new admits Appropriating religion Claiming loves your mission Go ahead toss your die I’m already walking with a sigh Chorus

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It's a mood. It's somewhere past blue. Touching on another hue. An angry hue. A head space medley.
K to Currently
Hand crafted, naturally, farm raised, organically
Learn sewing, slowly, ABD's, eventually
Considered smart, by all, heart's in, a bathroom stall
Hello salad, pay rent, adulthood here's, an upper deck
Closest I've come to peace
Is when life's loudest around me

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released November 27, 2017

Alec Estes: Lyrics, Vocals, Harmonica, Acoustic Guitar, Bass
Ryan Hagen: Electric Guitar, Mandolin, Backup Vocals
Mr. Cannoli: Drums
Elliott Stace: Bass
Sidney Corrine: Saxophone, Piano
Chris Merten: Recording Engineer
Nick Bubb: Assistant Sound Engineer
Korey Armstrong: Mixing Engineer
Seth Thomsen: Master Engineer
Album Art: Sidney Corrine
Recorded at Sound House Studios

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