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HELP KEEP THE SADNESS OUT

by Lightboxes

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At last I've got this great idea that's gonna bring her back Yeah got a ton of great ideas, I haven't slept all year My hairs growing down to my shoulders, there's icicles in my beard I got these tired sunken eyes... I'm getting pretty thin I stole for you some company Now this whole house smells of mint I bathe my palms in lukewarm milk to make my handshakes firmer Now all the old folks seem to say is "this town crept away" The kids all say I'm half awake I haven't slept all year The most serious charge, which can be brought against New England is not puritanism but February I'm starting to keep weird hours I listen for the earthquakes All I can smell is honey and smoke When I think about you sleeping I'm spinning that same old record I'm listening hard for the mistakes I write you a story about love I waste too much paper I don't hear the sadness coming in, this town is full of it I sign my name like a parade I'm taller than Jesus They found you face down blue in the snow I think I saw you breathing? Your mouth was just full of bees That sang like a terrible war The most serious charge, which can be brought against New England is not puritanism but February I still feel cold Every time that bitch makes me sick up ice cubes my feet (a town) gets covered in snow These bees keep swimming in my tea cups... For you I'd drink anything, anything, anything I've got this garden growing in my gut and I've got flowers up my sleeves Houdini and Carter ain't got shit on me, I can catch bullets just like a president This story I wrote you turned into a war... Everything, everything, everything burns There's drowned bees floating in my tea cups, for you they sting every little part of me I've got this garden growing in my guts and I've got flowers up my sleeves Houdini that charmer ain't got shit on me 'Cause my teeth are crooked just like a president This story I wrote you turns into a war This story I wrote you turns into a war...
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You dreamt about the woodlands You were hanging up your ghost We sat and played prediction for a little while Please excuse me if you feel, anything at all 'cause I'm a storm and I go "tra la la la la la la" You miserable pricks You can't feel the wind, but you see the trees sway The places that we loved have crept the fuck away You can't see the the wood, for the trees And now the woodlands are gone but they're still part of me I dreamt about the ocean, it was swinging a sword And I remember back in school how they would lecture us that; Building nuclear bombs, was par for the course Back in school we learned nothing Whilst bands like The Clash taught us everything! We strung red wool through the woodlands We were told that no-one goes there But still we'd like to find those, parts we've left behind Hidden in roots and branches, deep in the bows of solid oak They said this town would creep away, now this town is vulgar We rode bikes down to the train tracks To collect our crooked coins back And though we want for nothing Disappointment comes in waves Flattening cars and houses Soaking us right to the bone Soaking us right to the bone Clambering roof and shingle, clutching everything we own These bright lights lead us home
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I feel like, I'm living in a coma I have the sad taste of trees in my mouth The old folks remember, when I was young I saw their sadness as a monster I didn't hear it cry but I could see its shoulders shake, shadow puppets could be laughing But since I was five I've caught it's tears in a penny jar And in the back seat I sleep and wake with the shakes You held me like a baby tree Your flood sad eyes just rained on me I feel like a somnambulist or something, but in dreams I don't walk with you Roy Orbison was a liar but, I won't lie to you.. I'm a monster And although I'm not made of snow I'm a abominable? As a child I was read Raymond Briggs I can't fly, but if I could there would be less tracks, left in the snow I remember you though I'm a Wendigo Covered in white matted fur, your name on my eyelids But all you see in my eyes is a longing, for venison... And I got these claws when I wake in the woods, all the snow stained red and I've got splintered fingers, from picking beautiful girls out my teeth, with a tree branch Will you, remember me? My loving family... You held me like a baby tree Your flood sad eyes just rained on me And in the back row I sleep and wake with the shakes You held me like a baby tree With dirty hands you buried me My heart is filled with Nothing but, sawdust confetti But I will lift your sweetest hearts Into the rafters Some hearts are bullshit / Some hearts are heaven sent / Some hearts are true

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released September 20, 2014

All music written & performed by Lightboxes.
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Sam Smith (www.thewookieescave.com).
Produced by Sam Smith & Lightboxes.

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Lightboxes are a five piece Indie- Rock band from Hampshire England. They formed in February 2012.. they are loud.

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