Third Maybe

by In Greater Numbers

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released March 1, 2015

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In Greater Numbers Los Angeles, California

This is a space/name for me to upload rough demos to more easily share with my friends/family. If you're not one of the aforementioned, I'm pretty excited you've stumbled onto my online song garage.

Oh and thanks to my sister, Clare, for the photos.
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Track Name: Blood Under The Nail
Perish the thought. / Had you figured for one in a cherished lot
And all I got / was feverish intestinal knots.
To be honest, I can't be.
Can't think without festering.
All this time spent requesting things from various deities /
Is starting to affect me, it's arresting me.
And I am urgently remaining static instead of progressing.
(I attempted to make sense of my subconscious / So I could understand why I'm so thoughtless)

And set apart that's how I fell, less than the sum of her scars
(The little we had died in our hands after we fled the scene we made)

I'm meant for less but with every breath comes a new misstep.
And I couldn't let- no I couldn't keep this pent.
So let the dust settle over us
And let the sun dim at dusk
So we can count the bullets we spent.
I am spent.

And set apart that's how I fell, less than the sum of her scars
(The little we had died in our hands after we fled the scene we made)
And I was charged (and I misjudged) with all the details. Slipping through others like they're sieves.
(And we delivered the good news, but on arrival it was stillborn)

I'm robbing cradles, I'm robbing graves
I bought a fistful of indulgences so I know I'm saved.
Oh there's a congress, inside my brain.
And I lost to the pity party and the Hemingways.
Let's take our losses and turn 'em into profits
Let's take a hostage and turn him into a profit (prophet)
Track Name: Infrared (2012)
I can break his legs, keep him still for some months.
But he keeps getting what we want.
People talk about inside fires and how they can't go out.
True or else we'll find out because my flame will be doused.

Can you grasp there's more than one sun?
And you're not even one.
The universe is chalk full of stars
And you're not even on the charts.