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  1. Blum

From the recording Blum

Independently recorded in a series of bedrooms and other non-studios, 'Blum' is the audio equivalent of a weighted blanket in the dead of winter.

Lyrics

We drive around
Our hometown
They've cut the trees from the side of the road
To make room
For flowers to bloom
But everything else just refused to grow
The buildings die and rot away
New ones come and take their place
Say something
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go

Water runs
Like color does
Bleeding through an open wound
Soon enough
Stitch it up
Back again
Good as new
Soft hairs on the rug
See the floor from a different view
I have to go
I get back up
Get back up
Yeah, get back up