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Pull

by Rival Shapes

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1.
Evaporate 04:16
I'm stronger. At least, I'm supposed to be, but the way you hold me down, I've never felt so free. And this heat! I should evaporate. Close the hood and give me some throttle. I'm sure there's a reason I'm always chained. You could never get there without me. Not the way you want, not without the things I'd say. And this heat! I should evaporate. I want to get you close, and feel your breath on my skin. I could never leave you cold.
2.
The Longing 03:51
Temperature is falling, along with the leaves. Salt on the sidewalk. Something was easy, about how we talked, and what was lost. Bullets on the breeze. I'm sure that you still see, the same stars as me. But now, there's an ocean in between. And fall again. And frozen pen. And in my dreams, you move me still. If only you'd let go, like a falling star. Corner cafe blues. I'm trying not to lose, the memory of your smile. And in a morning sigh, I wonder why. You could have come, but you buried your will. When you should have let go, like a falling star. You should have let go, like a falling star. And when you crash, and when you break. When you thrash, and when you quake in your sleep, and the earth lifts you up, I'll give you my blood. And follow you home, like a falling star. Leave you letting go, like a falling star. Into my arms.
3.
Faster 04:19
It moves along faster than you'll ever think. Memories are either fantasies, or wraiths for me. And some days, rakes turn into shovels, and you're back to just loving yourself. And I'm overdone. Been scorched by the sun. I'm overdone. You're like eights, and I'm like songs. (You're like gates, and I'm like psalms. And you told me once when you were all speed, that I'd be shepherd here. Lately, I've just been using the key, and when you're not awake, I'll let myself in). You're like eights, and I'm like songs. (You're like gates, and I'm like psalms. And you told me once, when you were all speed, that I'd be shepherd here).
4.
The way you've got a hold of me, I'm about to call it quits. My head is not your proving ground. One more glitch and I swear I'll do it. I'm calling you out into the vacuum of my silence! I refuse to witness this poisonous bloom. Three inch heels. Limo and bump. Vegas morning. One inch punch. When I'm solo, the odds just glow. You walk in, my favor dips, and the dealer knows it. I'm calling you out into the wasteland of my lungs! I refuse to witness this poisonous bloom. Watching you fall brings no delight. I'm up here, watching you writhe. It's no contest.
5.
Colored wind and makeshift tool, bottom drawer. Curtain keep the light out far. Statue smooth. Picture frame, alternate. Shadowed moon. Wandering star, don't care where you are. Lost in the move. Bodies collide in gravity's tide. Torture soon. Give me a way. I'll leave this world for untimely reunion, with the cartoon kid, and a fortunate wit. Lost in the move. So far to fall after you claim love. I've never been so betrayed.
6.
Bury your pain in plain sight, underneath the fall down mesquite, beneath the wings of wasted time. Like broken glass under your feet. Outside there's both sides of the blade. Sharper the mind, more surgical the strike. And inside, there's a choice that we make. So do what need. Do what you like. The truth is, the world is on fire, and I can do nothing to keep us safe. All that I can offer, is to burn. Crush like a virgin on someone stale. Pull the energy out like a sugar crash. Slow and sleeping heart that fails, to keep him at the end of the lash. New woman. Brand new woman. Looking for a brand new man. The truth is, the world is on fire, and I can do nothing to keep us safe. All that I can offer, is to burn. The truth is, the world is on fire, and I can do nothing to keep us safe. The most that I can offer, is to burn by your side.

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released May 23, 2017

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Rival Shapes Tucson, Arizona

Fred Baker: Vocals, Guitar

Frank Dillon: Guitar

Brock Lange: Bass

Ryan Janac: Drums

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