my doomed affair
by Tracer Metula
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though yellow
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get well
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want not to want
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the knife bleeds too
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This is a preview of our upcoming album, prey/predator.
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released August 1, 2016
written by Jacob Hunt
written by Jacob Hunt
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Tracer Metula Atlanta, Georgia
Tracer Metula is an "indie rock" combo from Atlanta, GA. They sound like early Weezer through a post-punk filter with an extra dose of garage rock. From time to time, their lyrics rhyme.
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- Track Name: get well
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am i beloved enough
to offset your shitty tragedy?
am i unlucky enough
to remove you from memory?
ha ha! got some laughter that you ought to take
how could i be? how could even i be?
hold on to your stomach if it starts to ache
how could i be? i’ll get even…
either way i’m ashamed of offering therapy in spite of you
oh how you hated your health
in the city sanatoria
oh now you doctor yourself
with a chemical curative
ah ah… little brother, how sick have you been?
hook an i.v. hook another i.v.
oh nobody has a better medicine
hook an i.v. i’ll get even…
either way i’m ashamed of wanting your suffering to end now
what am i supposed to do?
how long will you struggle to get well?
i’m sick of visiting hours
either way i’m ashamed of wanting all your suffering to end now
what am i to do? do do what you do
and now i’m waiting for some harm to come to you
God, give us a convalescent without a future, past, or present
another rush like before can’t drive a spike into a sunset
how long will you struggle to get well?
i’m sick of visiting
(that’s true believe it or not)
oh isn’t isn’t she lucky?
a life less harrowing now
how long? how long? how long?
what am i to do? - Track Name: the knife bleeds too
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a sublet for accommodations buried underground
we’ll make the neighbors wonder “why’s that racket so lovely now?”
but our momentary “all for” faded into non-existence
same as ever
the population of the suburbs was no lover for me
box my junk up once again
and say “why thank you”
altho my alma mater thought her boy would be returning
i will never
the babies in the nursery curse me cos i don’t stick around
never break a promise, never make a promise
lately where’s your heart at?
never let me have it, never let me have it
give it to me
talk to me don’t talk to me about anything
talk to me don’t talk to me about
whose hearts are made for one another
talk to me don’t talk to me
i don’t believe in anything
and getting older
wouldn’t be so bad
talk to me don’t talk to me
i don’t believe in anything
and getting older
wouldn’t be so untimely
had i vocation
even if i use every moment, every avenue
coming into view, approaching me altho i sit still
nothing can remove what regret is cutting into me
and the knife bleeds too because the knife’s my very own