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Faking It
02:27
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No there’s not enough windows there’s not enough time
There’s a person who hates me inside of my mind
Who’s repeating the same tired line you don’t deserve the gold
And I need a clean slate so I set up a date and
I wait and I wait and I wait and
I wait and I wait till it’s far too late to get ready to go
If this is it
It don’t fit
But I’ll grow into it
If this is real why do I feel like I’m faking it
I got emails to send
I got friendships to mend
Generational cycles that I gotta end
I got lumps of emotions lodged deep down in my throat
I got laundry to fold
Let me do what I’m told
Or I’ll scroll and I’ll scroll and I’ll scroll and
I’ll scroll and I’ll scroll and I’ll scroll til
I’m far too old to understand the jokes
If this is it
It don’t fit
But I’ll grow into it
If this is real why do I feel like I’m faking it
I am a fool
Just tell me the rules
It’s the reason I did good in school
Graduated with honors in bullshit
I’m faking it
Is this really it
Will it ever fit
Tell me I’ll grow into it
Guess this is real
Guess we all feel like we’re
Faking it
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2. |
Second Opinion
03:21
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My canvas is blank as a mirror
Paint me however you'd like
I'm getting hoarse from the small talk
A long walk might help me to sleep through the night
Stare at the clothes in my closet
They feel as foreign as stars
I try to sing to the way that I'm feeling
But I can't stand the sound of all six guitars
Put another book on the shelf
Of choices I made myself
That now taste sour
Take another bag to goodwill
Find another look that could kill
My sense of power
All of this stuff
Keeps on calling my bluff
Pick opinions like petals off flowers
I tell a white lie
This one catches my eye
And you're legally bound to comply
But the problem is that I can’t ever tell anyone why
I need a second opinion
Often a third and a fourth
Before I make any decision
Does that mean I think things through
Or have low self worth
Hook another fish on the line
Just another waste of my time
Catch and release
Write another long list of goals
Even if I win the role
I’ll never find peace
All of these words
Keep on getting misheard
Cus I don't even know what I mean
I tell a white lie
With a standard reply
That my life is an endless blue sky
But I couldn't tell you why
No I couldn’t tell you why
Time keeps rushing by
This weak and fickle mind
Changes every day but it never does
Who I am is who I was
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3. |
Out of Line
03:47
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I’ve been falling in love
With reckless abandon
Projecting my joy on pretty faces
Every afternoon
I spend muddying my shoes
Don’t try to tell me that I need new laces
I’ll start short lived affairs
I’ll stop prettying my hair
Who says I’m too old for truth or dare
I’ll stop seeking to find
Start saying what’s on my mind
I’m done waiting
So I guess I’ll just get out of line
Been living parallel lives in the corners of my mind
Getting unattached to linear time
I’m inviting all my friends
So the chaos never ends
I’m begging you to plagiarize
To start short lived affairs
Graduate undeclared
We’ll never grow out of truth or dare
Stop seeking to find
Always say what’s on our minds
Fuck this waiting
I suggest we all
Get out of line
Isn’t life so fun ain’t it so great
When you’re watching all the rules disintegrate
They’ve underrated being a disgrace
It’s joy when you got all these silly little lines you get to erase
Isn’t life so fun, ain’t it so great
It’s joy when you got all these silly little lines you get to erase
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4. |
Coming of Age
03:48
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I've been skipping meals and dodging plans
And listening to pop punk bands
I'm fed up tryna fake it like it's fine
Been yelling at my friends
And staying online til three am
Hey teacher could you please extend my deadline
Swore that I'd be done by but
I need another year or two
To finish developing my mind
I'm a toddler running through a bank
They told me I'd grow out of all this adolescent angst
Why do I still relate to Ladybird
And Taylor Swift makes me feel heard
It's like my pen is stuck on the last page
I can't finish my damn coming of age
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
La da da da da da
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
I count the New Years days I never change
The only difference is the pain
Piercing my temples every morning
A quarter century but I’m still me
Now with an overpriced degree
I haven't seen since graduation
Sure I’d love to grab coffee soon but
I might not text u back til June
I'm not busy I'm just full of reservations
I'm a toddler running through a bank
They told me I'd grow out of all this adolescent angst
Hate that I still relate with ladybird
And Taylor's got a way with words
It's like my pen is stuck on the last page
I can't finish my damn coming of age
Picking What's the point of growing up
When it's obvious the world is fucked
By stuff someone thought up before my time
So I'll clean my toilet pay my bills
Eat my salad take my pills
In a box inside a city that's on fire
No wonder why I always wake up tired
Im a toddler running through the bank
I don't think I'll grow out of my existential angst
I’ll skip the philosophical pretense
Cus Kierkegaard's a little dense
I can't focus drawing doodles on the page
Of this never-ever ever ever ever ever
Ever ever ever ever ever ever ending
Coming of age
Dooo dooo dooo la da da da da da
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo da
Da doo da doo do dodo do do do do dada
Daaaaaaaa
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5. |
Bath Bomb
03:54
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You told me that I’m a ball of glitter
I told you that you’re watery and warm
So if you lie here next to me for just a couple minutes
Well explode into brilliant little bomb
It’s been said
Don’t lose your head
The night is young
What a waste
That they’ll never taste
The sparkle on the tip of your tongue
Up the coast
We sing along to joni
Willing california to be home
The afternoon sun casts a shimmer on the 1
I used to prefer this drive alone
It’s been said
Don’t lose your head
While the night is young
What a waste that they’ll never get to taste
The sparkle on the tip of your tongue
The tangerine
Fractaling
Til she melts into the black
Two twin peaks
Erupting
But lava turns to ash
I told you you’re a ball of glitter
You told me that you’re softening but scared
So I’ll put your boxers on, you’ll hide under the covers
Everything but our bodies will be bare
It’s been said
Don’t rush ahead
To the easy part
It’s not a race
But we can’t control the pace
Of the water and the heat, we’re a perfect recipe
Of our sparkly silly little bubbly bath bomb hearts
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6. |
Parched
04:02
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I collect your red flags and tie them to my chest
They’re my new favorite dress
And I’m not one to brag
But I think I might pass your impossible test
I’ve been studying hard
Decoding equations of contradictory texts
And I think that I like
That I’m never quite sure
Who I’ll be to you next
You’re a sunbeam
Through a brick wall
You’re an empty glass on my bedside table
And I can’t sleep
I’m too thirsty
But I’ll refill you just as soon as I’m able
Our words dance in circles of meaningless hope
Til the music stops and I choke
You ask what do I mean
I just wanna get clean
And rewrite all the words that we spoke
These feelings are knives carving into our lives
But we blame it on the moon
But don’t worry it’s early enough in the game
We’ll be over soon
You’re a sunbeam
Through a brick wall
You’re an empty glass by my bedside table
And I can’t sleep
I’m too thirsty
But I’ll refill you
But only if you ask me to
I’ve been stuck in a drought thought you’d be my way out but I’m
Parched after talking to you
Yeah I'm parched
After talking to you
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7. |
Cut the Ties
03:34
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Some nights I just can’t take it
Wanna burn through my small savings
Stuff into a hatchback and just drive
Not like I have some direction
Or some nebulous protection
I am light years from perfection and at this point
Cus loneliness it suits the open road just like a hand me down coat
The movie still ain’t old after all this time
I’m hanging on by one minuscule thread and it’s getting loose
And I got not that much to lose
So cut the damn ties
Speeding down I 84 east
Paid a grand to break my lease
To drive eight hours play a couple songs for a couple bucks
Chase elusive satisfaction
Getting high on fake compassion
Stare at muted shades of gray til they’re beautiful
Cus loneliness it suits the open road just like a hand me down coat
The movie still ain’t old after all this time
I’m hanging on by one minuscule thread and it’s getting loose
And I got not that much to lose
So cut the damn ties
Cut the ties
Tell a couple white lies
To feel the sun upon your skin of a foreign sky
Cut the ties
For once in your life
It's okay to tear it down and redesign
Cus loneliness it suits the open road just like a hand me down coat
The movie might get old but we still got time
I'm hanging on by one minuscule thread and it just came loose
And I got not that much to lose
So cut the damn ties
I got nothing to lose so cut the damn ties
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8. |
Casting Spells
02:49
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You told me there were fairies in the backyard so I whispered
Every time the tulips grew
You told me there’s a bowling alley underneath the mess hall
So I listened close for all the strikes you threw
You told me you had magic powers to take away my hiccups
I still wonder how it worked every time
You told me that one day I’d be in the driver’s seat of my own life
And It might get kinda lonely but itd mine
Some of this magic has faded
But don’t you dare call me jaded
Because I’m sitting the front seat
Crank the music, blast the heat
Because I’m casting spells on my life left and right
You told me shooting for the moon was worth it and I listened
Even if I miss I’ll land among the stars
You told me if you use imagination
All the farthest magic kingdoms can exist right where you are
But then I started growing, the evidence started showing that
These tall tales were gilded with lies
They told me to be practical, these idioms weren’t factual
It’s time to let these silly visions die
Some of this magic has faded
But don’t you dare make me jaded
Because I’m closer than I seem
I’m staring at my wildest dreams
I’m out here casting spells on my life left and right
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9. |
Do You Think of Us?
04:02
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Barefoot walks
On hot concrete
Burning soles of tiny feet
All we wanted to do was get older
Pretty boys
At the swimming pool
Little whispers break the rules
Took 13 summers for it to get colder
But I can’t forget your parents address or the smell of your room
Hard as I try it is etched in mind all the prank phone calls
Truth or dare afternoons
We'd put the sprinkler under the trampoline and jump til dusk
And I wonder every now and then, old friend, do you think of us
Sweaty palms and pointed toes
You fought for the crown and it showed
Good at looking at life like a big competition
He had glasses and a lisp
Didn’t tell you my first kiss
Neither of us had learned quite yet how to listen
But I can’t forget your parents address or the smell of your room
Hard as I try it is etched in mind all the prank phone calls
Truth or dare afternoons
We'd put the sprinkler under the trampoline and jump til dusk
And I wonder every now and then, old friend, do you think of us
Built brightness out of blankets when our own world was too gray
I've started typing messages but can't find the words to say
Growing up, growing apart, saved fragments of each other's hearts
Best friends forever dollar store gold chain
I'll find it in a storage box one day
Time keeps spinning castles into rain
But I'll never forget your parents address or the smell of your room
I don't know why but you're etched in mind all the prank phone calls
Truth or dare afternoons
The sprinkler under the trampoline is overgrown with rust
So I'm writing this to you, old friend
We don't have to talk too much
But I hope every now and then
You can smile when you think of us
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10. |
Ghost of Avalon
04:11
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The street sign by the home of my new lover
The billboard that I pass by every day
And just when I thought that I had recovered
You’re written on the bumper of the car
That I’m tailgating on the highway
Well I’m not one for clinging to the past
But your name keeps tryna hold me back
And I’ve made my peace
With the way these memories taste bittersweet
And it’s strange but fine
How we grew apart but stayed parallel lines
Three years doesn’t seem so long
When you’re haunted by the ghost of Avalon
There were times that I would take the back roads
I knew couldn’t stand to see the signs
The sight of it would send me down a spiral
But lately I’ve been thinking it’d be nice
To sit and catch up over wine
I’m almost certain we could find a bottle
A fruity blend of California red
Your name plastered proudly on the label
We'd laugh and let it breathe
Until we finally put our bitterness to bed
I’m not one for clinging to the past
But sometimes it’s fun to wander back
Cus I've made my peace
With the way these memories taste bittersweet
And it’s strange but fine
How we grew apart but stayed parallel lines
Three years doesn’t seem so long
Though the kids who fell in love are dead and gone
Can confidently say I’m moving on
Cus when the morning brings the dawn
I don’t mind that I’m haunted by the ghost of Avalon
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11. |
Taking Up Space
03:35
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How did I get here
Who did I trick
It was a slow burn
It happened too quick
I hit rock bottom
Then something just clicked
And now I’m choking on the leftovers of the kid I used to be
And I feel sick
It is a practice
Taking up space
I’ll drive the car in the fast lane
At my own pace
I’ll cut the curtains
But you know I’ll leave the drapes
And I’ll start to like staring at the crooked smile on my own face
I’m coughing it up
I’m drinking it down
I’m gonna plant both feet on the ground
I’m taking it in
I’m letting it go
If you’re not taking the hint
I’m telling you no
And I’m not laughing at your goddamn jokes
I’m not running in your race
But I’m taking up space
I’m taking up space
I’m coughing it up
I’m drinking it down
I’m gonna plant both feet on the ground (I’m taking up space)
I’m taking it in
I’m letting it go (I’m taking up space)
If you’re not taking the hint
I’m telling you no
And I’m not laughing at your goddamn jokes (I’m taking up space)
I’m not running in your race
If you’re not taking the hint
I’m telling you no
And I’m not laughing at your goddamn jokes (I’m taking up space)
I’m not running in your race
But I’m taking up space
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Olive Klug Los Angeles, California
LA-based folk singer/songwriter Olive Klug centers vulnerability and storytelling in their music.
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