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Warmth

by sight.

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1.
long time no self. 01:05
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never seen progress so slow. the rocks i finally came to hit were placed so goddamn low i tried giving up on it all. but even that proved to be too hard, so i’m stuck finna give up. feel like i’ve never lived up to a single standard set for me nobody tell my story when i’m gone, so every swan song was always sung solely in my head always so clear but nobody wants to hear it left with no living spirit only i’ve seen my life through my own eyes and i’m disgusted with the world and my own part in it for years trying to change, but the change never finish. my life force has gone down to near-death, but i’m trying to replenish ‘til i find my love in the idea of being myself. i know right now it seems crazy, really just needed some help to find a way out there to put some faith in myself by giving thought to my health and living like there’s nothing else, no other way out this hell than by being my fucking self.
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Mumen Rider 01:25
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riding my bike through the rain like Mumen. higher acumen than you men stuck zooming though realities displayed to the cybernetic portal in your hand, i’m talking cell phone. i’ve outgrown these cold drones who not prone to understand any information thrown at them in unknown ways. (wait, what?) shit, i’m talking no creativity. don’t take it literally. you can belittle me all you want, but you should know that this ain’t little league. this is real life. one of the hardest things i’ve done is realize that i didn’t know who i am or what it meant to me to be alive. i’m talking no identity. no attachments. time goes by without meaning, like “what happened?” until i met my steady group of friends, at least. noticed that they weren’t pretending when they defended me and we would throw arms over shoulders to the end and breathe easy when the stress met release. talking peace.
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house / /home (ft. dumbpop) 02:21
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this house is where my guilt lives. and yes, it swallows me whole. i’m shivering. my tired tears are so cold. only on my own would i so boldly unfold. only here ‘cause i was sold my own fool’s gold, and now my goal is to lift this coal from my soul. blacked before, in this house i once called home until i learned i don’t belong. left our lives hanging in time and i want to die, or at the very least go back home. and i wish i never left it behind, but what the fuck do i know? i’d probably still be miserable. only miss it now that i’m gone. never really let it hit, how it felt to really feel home. i miss the cat walking beside me, purring softly. her face buried in my bones. her brother lies lazily on a laundry linen load. my eyes right next to yours getting a closer look at what we know and i can’t wait to grow old we won’t have to learn to use as many words anymore and it kills me that i stop myself from loving you the way that i won’t i’m terrified of my real life my white knuckles can’t let go, let it grow, oh, no, stop the show! i’ve seen this one before it ends when you close that door and i’m crying on the floor all alone. this is what i feared all along. how little did i know. you’re still someone if you’re being yourself all alone.
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bedtime stories 05:14
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i owe it to myself to get better. there was a time when i actually thought i would drown into all of my feelings for all of eternity there isn’t no healing from the point of suicide you feel me? i almost took that road before years later, still having mixed feelings about it still have doubts want to shout it feels like i’m trapped eternal hell time swells and shrinks until it looses meaning well of feelings with no floor and endless space inside no place to hide from yourself no more drugs can let you escape but won’t get you through that door until you learn to let go i had wandered up to Rome while roaming didn’t realize i was trying to keep up with the Romans until a mysterious mix of medicine got me rolling careful what you call home. environment either eats or feeds your dome where the fuck did i go? i’m snorting percs, like “fucking waking up tomorrow morning” i’m mourning my childhood my own father beat me and broke me down until the day i woke up with no memories of who i am or who i’ve been (love you, Abu) sometimes even i can’t relate to me how is anybody else gon’ see what i see? but then i get reminded that we all have our stories. this one time i was in Pakistan visiting my cousins. we found a pile of kittens all intertwined on top of each other. they were all different colours and they were keeping each other warm. it was one of the most gorgeous things we’d ever seen. we were all obsessed with animals and we thought we could take care of them. we rushed home, got boxes, got everything we could and came back down the street. it was just a few minutes away, but in that time someone had taken the bricks from the pile of rubble and thrown it over all of the kittens and it was just a mess of organs and blood. i wonder if my childhood innocence died with that scene. some shit’s as senseless as it is obscene. feel free to shed a tear if you know what i mean. or even if you don’t, i’m sure you can relate. we’ve all had our fair share of rotting food on our plate. born into a dismal fate. no escape. feeling like death is already a few years late. i tried telling my sister she deserves someone who would respect her. i could tell it struck a chord. her ex-husband almost ended her life. both hands around her vocal chords, she couldn’t scream for help, hit him over the head and ran to our brother. her skin was still purple. he later told her he felt her life leaving but he couldn’t stop himself that boy needs some help. he’s had some pretty shitty cards dealt. today my sister’s smiling with one of her daughters. my other niece with me we making origami creases trying not to tear this paper apart living well is a delicate art where do we start? we’ve been taking care of matters of heart you remind me there’s forgiveness on both sides for every time we didn’t pick up the line my phone was off and my hands were busy trying to soften the sounds of my friend’s (abuser's) agonized screaming coming through the wall i’m aware i should have been there but my soul was all spent and stripped bare ‘til there’s nothing there. just skin and hair. empty shell in despair. got me feeling like i really don’t care, but in reality i’m just not all there ‘cause my wares are teared. but we dare to pair and share our care we in repair embrace our tears we face what’s there we bear to stare our depression in the eyes and ask “is there some reason you’re here?”
5.
long time no self. - instrumental 01:02
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6.
Mumen Rider - instrumental 01:27
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7.
house / /home (ft. dumbpop) - instrumental 02:21
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8.
bedtime stories - instrumental 04:54
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about

increasingly personal journal entries
about learning what it means to care for yourself
and the people who care for you.


these songs were made over the past few years with unending support from friends, family, and loved ones.

thank you, thank you, thank you.

credits

released March 1, 2022

writers
Sight. Makes Music. composition
Cameron Osborne. production

cast
Amyna Alam. voice, clarinet (1, 4)
Conor O’Mara. guitar, broken laptop (4)
Daniel Guiseppe Corrigan. bass (3, 4)
Dylan Gimpelj. drums (4)
Matthew Ariaratnam. guitar (3)
Michael Borkovic. sax (2)
Nathan Evans. voice, keys (1, 2)
Shane Lawrence. voice (4)

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