1. |
Coffee (Intro)
01:05
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2. |
It's Hot
05:20
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There's a woman outside
Coughing up half her lung.
Couldn't block it out if I tried;
These windows are so thin.
It's hot.
You sweat you sweat and that's it.
It gets hot.
Wont let you forget it gets hot.
There's a pounding upstairs.
Could be violent
Or the opposite.
I'd send some back if I cared,
It's a different world
With different air.
It gets loud.
I sigh I sigh then I'm fine.
It gets loud.
Those erratic sounds get loud.
Watch friends gather and giggle.
I sit alone
With my pen.
They press their nose to a frizbee
It's just fuel
For the sunset.
It gets low.
The trash the trash that they throw.
It gets low
But you'll always know it gets low.
I won't complain about all of this,
These are things I'll miss
Though they made me pissed.
Yes, there's dirt and the
Grime it brings, but
Contrast makes for brighter things.
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3. |
Feedback (Interlude 1)
01:01
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4. |
Dramaturg
04:15
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I can't act.
I can't lie.
I bet you'd know that
If I read a few lines.
I know it's absurd
To think about
The short-haired dramaturg.
My mind goes on
And on about
The things I could have learned.
Would it be okay
If I talked to you all day?
It's so easy to admire
Someone so inspired.
Most days I feel okay with my
Chosen art that will never pay.
I want that community
When no one looks or speaks to me.
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5. |
Incline (Interlude 2)
01:28
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6. |
Moon Traveler
03:12
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Coffee from the morning never saw a cup;
Spilled it and the carpet soaked it up.
I tried to make you breakfast, it got burned;
Lights went out and never returned.
But during the day
We all felt and looked okay
We just relied on other light
Though it wasn't as bright.
Said you'd trade me your lunch from the day before
If I stay and eat it on your floor.
Jalapenos in your salad, pickles too.
Got flavor in everything you do.
When somebody hits the asphalt,
You take it as a personal insult.
I can't blame you for shifting the guilt.
It's not all your fault.
Hope you become a whistling moon traveler,
A lightening bolt unraveler,
A gifted space cartographer,
And they'll say "nothing ever rattles her"
As you float along
Humming your talented song.
You'll find a place where you belong;
Everyone stays as long as you like.
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7. |
Walking (Interlude 3)
00:27
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8. |
Stressabout
04:37
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Sarah spoke
Confidently
For 30 weeks
Consistently.
Though I read
All the same things
There are no thoughts
In my brain.
Stressabout
The words that I'm thinking
And if I can say it right soon.
Stressabout
Whoever can see me
From anywhere in the room.
Stressabout
The lead in my pencil
And if I think it will last.
Stressabout
Everything.
Like a walkabout
But for your brain:
A torturous task
With no physical pain.
Though you're still,
Your mind will race.
Feel exposed,
And out of place.
Stressabout
This terrible coffee
Squeezing my heart when it skips.
Stressabout
This endless exertion
Everyday is a test.
Stressabout
Jolting awake
Thinking that I can't breathe.
Stressabout
Everything.
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9. |
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Trying to relax on a bench near the road,
Started up an album that I've never heard before.
I mark the time watching shuttles come and go,
I look behind me every 5 minutes or so.
Hobart Street
Would feel twice as sweet
If I didn't have to sit alone
Reading in a monotone for hours.
I have to act my age
On Hobart Street.
I pick my feet up and walk to the overlook,
Hooked a pencil to the side of my notebook.
I didn't want to work, but I would have tried;
Half a fraternity sat right down by my side.
In Squirrel Hill
I got my fill
Of searching up and down until
I found somewhere cold, still, and quiet.
But I defied myself
In Squirrel Hill.
I stayed put, and they handed me a mug,
Asked if I was still in school, and I could only shrug.
Struggle to keep up, and it's making me get sick.
Erased the line between private and public
In Schenley Park.
We talked till dark.
I was young enough to still pretend.
What happens when I can pretend no longer?
Will I become a liar
In Schenley Park?
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10. |
Sunrise (Reprise)
03:08
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It was late
It was cold
Got stuck outside
Missed the bus
Walked a mile
Broke my phone
Tripped on my headphones
Heard it shatter.
But from here the
Conservatory looks like
Jefferson's estate,
Or Hill House,
The tangerined
Clusterlights
Signal the way
Like a port
To the sky.
We've outgrown the need
To haunt the lighthouse.
Because the ships are in the dock,
And the dock is in the city,
The city never gets
Dark in the winter.
It was hot and it was cold;
It was high and it was low.
Even when I was all alone
I didn't mind, I loved it so.
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Chameleon Treat Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Chameleon Treat is an artist interested in neo-psychedelia and offbeat pop.
The band is
currently the solo project of Andrew Kruske.
Direct booking inquiries/questions to: chameleontreat@gmail.com
Instagram:
www.instagram.com/chameleontreat/
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