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Where Seldom Is Heard

by Sound Curfew

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1.
Smokin' Dirt 00:34
2.
Dusty 06:17
Daylight Over dusty dunes Sailing Past the desert blooms Then night falls down You're so far from town What might abound Feeling What you always knew The desert Lives inside of you Then night falls down There's no one around What was that sound Patterns Tracing your mind Shadows Define the light You say this city is Insidious But you don't know You say don't fall for it But what if this Is the truth Patterns Tracing your mind Shadows Define the light
3.
Antelopes trynna' cope With the world order No escape can't elope Losing our borders Humankind took what's mine And yet I'm older I know your kids will find Concrete is colder Your force invites A curse equaling in size This is no Longer home This is no Longer home Scum and grime dirt and brine Over your shoulder Shallow eyes thinner lives Sinking yet further Plastic tombs streetlight looms Just a bit closer Don't assume you're immune To this great smolder Your corpse in time Will rest alongside Mine This is no Longer home These old bones Won't let go This is no Longer home These old bones Won't let go Will I be driven out next For the sake of R. Rex Must I survive on less For the sake of progress Will I be driven out next For the sake of R. Rex Will I survive on less For the sake of progress Will I be driven out next For the sake of R. Rex Will I survive on less For the sake of progress Will I (this) be driven (is) out next (no) For (longer) the sake of R. Rex (home) Will I (these) survive on (old) less (bones) For (won't) the sake (let) of progress (go) Will I (this) be driven (is) out next (no) For (longer) the sake of R. Rex (home) Will I (these) survive on (old) less (bones) For (won't) the sake (let) of progress (go)
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Harm-Joy 04:36
It's real time And streamlined The gore of A lifetime But it's not like A spotlight It's more like A lifeline It's nothing but Blood and guts Eyes wide shut But I still see Nothing but Blood and guts Eyes wide shut But I still see I'm rotting Contorting Existing Makes me sick But it's not like A spotlight It's more like A lifeline It's nothing gained Pleasant pain Dissociate Away the shame I'll watch you die Then rewind Share the burden Of the blame I saw it all online I saw it all online I saw it all online Snuff Snuff It's not enough I'll make you snuff I'll end you like X Y and Z All it takes Is two men And one camera
5.
Killdozer II 02:22
I'm hungry For the city Cut through red tape with a dull machete Cease function Adjourn committee I'll blow your brains out like it's red confetti You've never seen us be this organized With a precision like surgical knives Straight down the 14 to the the 405 You'll never make it out of L.A. alive If I was mayor for a day then you'd do what I say If I was mayor for a day then you'd do what I say Fuck the downtown Fuck the Getty In your face like I'm a Bouncing Betty Reign of error Call it petty Skipping town like your name's Garcetti Me and the goonies are out for a drive Bringing the boonies to your new skyrise Straight down the 14 to the 405 You'll never make it out of Cali alive If I was mayor for a day then you'd do what I say If I was mayor for a day then you'd do what I say
6.
Yeah Aye Uh Palm to the face, stiff arm em' Flawless to the garbage Hock spit, just a reminder Beg yo' pardon Niggas park it Meet the parkers With the Midas Ain't no Point in acting tough Celebrating being honest What an honor I remember when I started Hatchback, yeah the Honda Windows vibrate Knocking out the sonics, uh Mountains, they surround us Puff a stogie, windows foggy Scraping up the driveway Shit, I gotta have it my way Back to the matters of the mad hatter No face, with a sweater in the summer In this AV weather With no slumber and this hunger On a tilt axis Have at it carry on, shit I'm jet-laggin' Shoryuken to the spinning bird Chun Li, chicken thighs, imma stab at it I got a big appetite, make her asthmatic Shit, Joey got flows like he backpacking Snap rapping, no shackles Instrumentals need a paramedic Sidewinder where you find us Desert storm at its finest Dust the shelf, see horizons Where the mind just as vibrant Let it rattle, let that pit shake Let it rattle, let that pit shake Let it rattle, let that Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Let it rattle, let that pit shake Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Disturbia you heard of him Make you do the Brady Bunch Turn it down, I turn it up Reaching for the shovel Let it rumble while I ramble on Never put my eggs in one basket Basking in my ambience Trynna' reach the masses Poof, like it's magic Raps on a rally track Drifting over static Man this ain't no pageant Fueled by my passion Elevator top floor Smoking out the attic Let it rattle, let that Let it rattle, let that Let it rattle, let that pit shake Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Let it rattle, let that pit shake Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Let it rattle, let that Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Let it rattle, let that pit shake Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Wake the fuck up Let it rattle, let that pit shake
7.
Armadillo 03:11
You're such a free fighter You've got your suit of armor And a mind that follows What you're told But you're loaded There's not a chance in heaven That you'll get your getting's In the end You've been so wrong Just like the rest You're such a smooth talker You use your pretty words To move the people towards The aims you seek But you're fraudin' You've got a face like honey But a soul so muddy In the end You've been so wrong Just like the rest A free fighter A smooth talker A free lover So free So free A free fighter A smooth talker A free lover What's free What's free Yeah In the end You've been so wrong Just like the rest
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Where We Are 04:07
We can't distract ourselves What vice may you insist on today It's the gray hue in the air The howling that blows through your hair You've gotta feel it for yourself Before you know it for yourself You've gotta feel it for yourself So then you'll know it for yourself Gone you're gone you're gone Where do I belong Searching in the songs Gone you're gone Please Don't you leave me alone When it It all comes crashing down So just hold me tightly please And we'll just forget Where we are Just hold me tightly please You've gotta feel it for yourself Before you know it for yourself You've gotta feel it for yourself So then you'll know it for yourself Gone You're gone You're gone You're gone Where Do I belong Belong Gone You're gone You're gone You're gone Where Do I belong Belong
9.
Sonder 05:01
Awake in the morning You're already mourning Your bed is a warehouse It's time for unloading But should you just leave it But what if you need it And everything's worse now And you've yet to get out Oh Something's trying To get out Oh Something's prying Away When tensions are rising Civility's dying And everyone wants you To keep busy buying It's hard to not get low Or start to feel uptight Maybe write a new song that Might make you feel right No Something's trying To get out No Yeah something's prying Away Awake in the morning You're already mourning Your bed is a warehouse It's time for unloading But should you just leave it But what if you need it And everything's worse now And you've yet to get out No Something's trying To get out No Yeah something's prying Away

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released February 2, 2024

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Sound Curfew Palmdale, California

Sound Curfew is a Psych-Grunge band from the dirt part of Los Angeles County. Songs about identity, love, politics, probably other things too idk we do what we want. Featuring Darby Hargrove (they/them), Gus Beeler (he/him) and Dominic Parker.

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