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Quarantine EP

by Bad Shapes

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Holiday in front of God (Neither part of nor outside this mixture) I’m still not open to believing (In the garden it is festered) Forget that it’s you who I created Minute shaking of your eyes (I see a face, it’s underwater) Caught myself staring at the motion (Looking for something that’s reflective) Distorting my view of things at rest Share my skin, onlooker Use my voice to find out what language you speak To me Override, not on my time Eyes are submerged in search of a trace amount of metallic mirror The calm, or the source, isn’t satisfied. Navigator must entrust mapmaker Take my eyes, view collision Still I hear, the blur is getting louder Don’t look behind, not constant (Focus on the path) I tread with fear, in moonlight I see your shadow (Laughter is a choice) Let’s tell no one else (Let me read your health) I’m outside salt circle (In the sphere bound) I might have discovered a pattern of behavior to be like my older sister Contact with something so dangerous could count up the calluses on your ticker Contact coursing Shower, regal Hope to see you exit this world Wear your mask you proud-taloned cockroach
Slam No Hold 03:31
Never want to sleep Anxious I’m missing some unwatched thing I’m counting shaved sheep Save shears for cooler days of clear water Dizzy spell caster Forgetting to eat and blaming my eyesight Numbers moving faster Collapse your hands around something that’s fragile There’s pressure on the inside And deep space on the outside It’s hard to think what’s better Crossing off or adding on I’m still underwater and I’m… Writing out the week Forever turned doomsayer I’m coming up short Forgetting to speak And losing an hour to unconscious action figure Tying down sunny days Will to make a mark that’s higher than the doorframe Living alternative through haze I make my own problems when there’s not enough to trouble me At home without a motive Pending distress is never-ending I sure wish I was told this I’m in control of all my being I’m like a pastor artist Who can’t decide what shade to paint this crucifixion Eating dried acrylic I’m in doubt, life’s a bust Are you doing enough? Probably not Choose lasting culture, rising dough Arms sore, I’ll mulch you Rotting skull Broken bones Still I’m here


released August 28, 2020


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Bad Shapes Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Philly shoegaze that uses all the pedals on your board.

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