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indie folk lofi diy melancholy simple quixotic rustic delia gunnn
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I burn 400 degrees in a gasoline sea.
dorky girl gives herself a moniker, pretends to sing and play guitar, makes some songs, makes a fool of herself. it's about love. seriously. she does this for the love.
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #495
Peak in subgenre #76
Author
Delia Gunnn
Rights
2005
Uploaded
December 13, 2005
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I was trying to make myself feel better by dwelling.
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seventeen cents and I’m going to florida I don’t know if I’ll make it on time heading for those waves like bones yearning to put fingers to the sky going to trace this toxic heart until I rub the lines to fade going to wash my green-gunned hands sloughed with sand smothered and saved and now I walk along the beach and now I try to dive too deep the ocean is a petty god trick optionless and oh so young a sudden sister a soldier lover a booted cadence calmed again and in the water my breath was blood feigning to feed my satin-lined prayer an anchored morning a tank for wishes I’ll weather my soul and drown my hair and now I walk along the beach and now I try to dive too deep the sea too small for ambivalent fancies I will pick a shade and hold on tight when I sink down to the bottom I’ll see estuaries of sodden light no regrets for water-pocket girl no silly sense of misplaced shame floating or falling sinking or swimming living or dying they’re all the same so now I walk along the beach and now I try to dive too deep
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