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Immolation

by Britt A.M.

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1.
Bless the moon, she keeps me in my groove. Bless the moon, she keeps me in my groove. Water wash over my wounds, carry away my pain. Run off in bloody streams, leave me to my peace. Bless the moon, she keeps me in my groove. Bless the moon, she keeps me in my groove. Although my world gets smaller every day, Worries, they come on strong, and Take, take, take, take, take! Often I feel nostalgic for times that are yet to come. Yearning for when I look back and appreciate all I've done. Bless the moon, she keeps me in my groove. Bless the moon, she keeps me in my groove. She keeps me in my groove...
2.
Ode to Grey 02:29
Is the grey from the smoke or the rain? I guess we'll see, when I breathe in the breeze. Skies carry 'round all the troubles we produce on the ground. There go the crows To roost when days come and go. Past they fly, as I lay down to cry. Eyes looking down from on the breeze, A place I wish I could be. Is the grey from the smoke or the rain? I guess we'll see, when I breathe in the breeze. Oh to be a bird on the wing. Instead of on the ground, which rises to meet me. Oh to be.... Is the grey from the smoke or the rain? I guess we'll see, when I breathe in the breeze.
3.
I can't write lyrics anymore, I sit, guitar in hand Playing the same old riffs, man That writing part of me's back there, somewhere But the road's washed out. When things are good you stay there 'til they're not And if you get to choose to go, They hey it's alright but if the choice is made for you By God, by the one you love...well, shit. Getting it's on me, correcting it's on me, getting it's on me It's on me, you see. Getting it's on me, correcting it's on me, getting it's on me It's on me, you see. Getting it's on me, correcting it's on me, getting it's on me It's on me...don't you see? Then the years pass by and you leave yourself behind Sloughing rough stuff, while it thickens you up And if you land with your feet underneath you go collect those bits And reconstruct yourself. Getting it's on me, correcting it's on me, getting it's on me It's on me, you see. Getting it's on me, correcting it's on me, getting it's on me It's on me, you see. Getting it's on me, correcting it's on me, getting it's on me It's on me...don't you see? Thought there'd be more time, but I guess that was it. Thought there'd be more time, but I guess that was it. Get on with it, 'cause that was it...don't you see?
4.
It's been a while I guess. Since I suffered the bruise of irreversible pain that makes you strange To the "you" that you once knew. I know it will happen again, or maybe it's happening now but slower. A lot feels slower. I keep looking back on who I used to be. There's a few of them to keep me company. I think of how if I could sleep how much brighter I'd be. But when I dream all I see is rockets colliding, of hiding, and trying To be awake without taking the whole world's pain to make it my own So that when I'm alone, I distract, and I scroll and I scream at the void And the stress that comes back leaves me picking my scabs 'Til they bleed...'til they bleed! I keep looking back on who I used to be. There's a few of them to keep me company. Letting out my blood is somehow easier than letting out my breath. If I could only breathe... I keep looking back (looking back)...
5.
Haven't heard from you lately, look at us '80's babies. In school I was your bully, for that I'm really sorry. Now that we're over that! Have you heard how I'm earning! Ten grand a month for showing people like you your inner boss.... Babe. You don't know me, my name is Burt. I'm pretty sure I'm the first man to slide in your DM's And tell it like I see it! 'Cause you know what you said? On my friend's long-winded thread? About "how every human deserves housing, and health, and respect Regardless of their net worth on paper, and if you disagree, I think You're kind of mean"? Well, that really offended me, and here's why: BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK BLOOOOOOCCCCKKKK Here is a photo of my dog being cute.

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All songs written by Britt A.M./Britt Meierhofer.
Produced by Connor Pritchard with Britt Meierhofer.
Engineered by Connor Pritchard at Pulp City Music.
Edited and mixed by Connor Pritchard at Pulp City Music.
Mastered by Elisa Pangsaeng at CPS Mastering.
Album Art by Britt Meierhofer.

Players:
Britt A.M. - Vocals, Guitar
Nathan Kelly - Guitar
Brin Porter - Bass
Justin Gendreau - Drums

This project was generously supported by Creative BC and the Province of British Columbia.

© 2023 Britt A.M./ Britt Meierhofer. All rights reserved.

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released March 24, 2023

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