Pulp Life

by Carbon Handshake

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released 09 March 2015

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Track Name: Mantras
Oh my God
Can you make me good
Could you make me truly good
Just not yet

I'm not whole
I'm not holy
But I'm wholly modern
Where the sun meets ground

Where I stood in the dark
I stood in the dark beside you

And I
I reside in a city
Where anxiety is taken for energy

Repeatin'
Repeatin'

Over and over again
Like a mantra in my head
Over and over again

Off and on
In my peripheries
I watch great buildings grow silent with centuries
Until they stood in the dark
Until they stood in the dark with me

Can't you see
Can't you see

Over and over again
Like a mantra in my head
Over and over again

With these words
You've warn out yourself
And you've warn out the world

A first-born stomach that labors for every breath
You can feign a breve
But you can't fake a breath

Quote me "Atlas" or some testament
But you can't grasp sub-text
Your laurels can't rest just yet

Oh my God
Can you make me good
Could you make me good

Just not yet
Just not yet
Just not

Over and over again
Over and over

Off and on then on again
Track Name: Pulp Life
Pulp life
Less fight
Not even I could be
Super-imposed over a real human being

And I'm real
And I know what it is that I started
And I know what I was when it started
Could you give me some time?

We talk, we talk, we talk
Through the tangles of the wires

Bare life
Bares a new kind of breed
Not even I could talk about investment
Like an Armani warrior in the streets
And I

Can be real
And I know what it is that I started
Could you give me some time?

'Cause maybe we don't run too deep
Even while we were in love

Pulp life
Like mine
Oh how the winds could topple towers
A steady hand that shakes my composure

And I know what it is that I started
Could you give me some time?

'Cause maybe we don't run too deep
Even while we were in love

'Cause maybe we don't run

We talk
Through the tangles of the wires
Track Name: Acapulco Gold
We can wring it out
Of our stubborn skins
'Cause it's what I'm sinkin' in
And I can't make sense of it

It's like we think about
All about
What I see in your face
The milestones and posts

And I had you in my grasp
I was a founder of your thought
And I had them in my grasp
An imperial lapse
A lapse

Grand gestures of the heart
Round into simpler sentiments
I can't
I can't make sense of this

And I see it in your face
Clingin' to your Acapulco
Acapulco Gold

So worry not
'Cause your the subject of my sentence
When a subject can't be free

I was a founder of your thought
And I had
I had
To know all about this
What took place in dozens of houses

So wring it out
Of our stubborn skin

Roll us around
The infectious and effeminate
Have a laugh
Have a laugh

Now your up
And your cold
Shakin'
Clingin'
Clingin' to your Acapulco
Acapulco Gold
Track Name: An Honest Place
I look up from a pillow
And I recall
I recall I'm a stranger to him
To him
From a pillow

And you asked me why
Every action needs an identity
A taxonomy
A diagnosis
And you smiled
But you looked old

Just thinking we were shut inside
Biding time
And I wonder why it feels just like we were getting by
We were getting by

Now it hurts you the more
Now it hurts you the most

A clock interrupts
A real life analog
To remind us that we're already living beyond the limits

Of denial
Of ends but not the means
Sometimes we forget that character is distortion

Not impatience
With the way we talk through every lie
And I'm wondering why it feels just like we were dead inside
Getting by

Now it hurts you the more
Now it hurts you the most

Maybe you and I
Are just the types
Who arrive on time
'Cause we're bored
Anyway
Either way
Anyway
Anyway

And I go back to an honest place
in time
Track Name: Limits.Lines
I know that smile that you smile
Without shame
I get the will it takes
To maintain

Forget the test
I resign
I decline
To say

Your screamin'
Give me a chance
Give me your love
Give me a sign

Give me a chance
Give me your love
Give me a sign

Ya hypocrite
Be all my troubles
You love her
But there's a line

At great lengths
You explain there's no stakes
No quiet limit of the world
But the will remains
The will remains

In distress
I decide
I decide

Give me a chance
Give me your love
Give me a sign

Give me a chance
Give me love
Give me time

Ya hypocrite
Be all my troubles
You love her
Isn't there a limit
Isn't there a line

Ya hypocrite be all my troubles

Hypocrite
But there's a line
There's a line