I Don't Know What's Safe

by Small Houses

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1.
Hello Awry 04:59
Here's the sudden taste of a shine's whole fell, and it's marks on air and a room's still still. The settle warning of the house against the lawn, I hide a smile cause I only got the one, but I'm glad you're here. Right where the outside's outside, in a bled of me and carmine, I want to stare in uneyed, and kiss you once like you made it happen, love don't cut but you swear it once did. Hello Awry Ohio breathes at best, a sort of deadeye swell, of pale and staying in, and a girl I hate to miss. The settle warning of the house against the lawn, I hide a smile cause I only got the one, but I'm glad you're here. Right where the outside's outside, in a bled of me and carmine, I want to flare in unkind, and hit you once like you made it happen, love don't cut but you swear it once did. Hello Awry.
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Safe Kill 03:37
So, that cuss comes by and everything shakes, "Ohio", in a hoorayed calm, so quiet I can barely make it out. And those same three "O's" in a souvenir bleed, a buckeye in a violent hum, just mouthing, "I'm so glad you're here at all". That door pulls back, that freckle leans in, in a whole smile, an areola hiss, that areolied sable, it's the end, the end, the end and it's the end. But I don't need it, that's the best about me, a stay's stay to wish I'm gone, I don't need you, that's the best about me, a safe kill to hurt me some, a safe kill to hurt me some. That metal shine, that telluride flinch, you kneeling over with the sun behind, trying hard to see what face I was. It's best if I don't know what I am, a catcher catching flesh in rye, a kinda cuss that holds you up.
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How the room it holds all like a lot of breath, so I said it easy, with the T.V. on, long tails with the sleeves cut off, I make my voice a way you'd make a saint of things, "I haven't see you lately, only railing parts all shining like the day you'd come" She says, "I'm glad you made it, how you were running now you're coming back" "I only talked to strangers, a year I barely had". Where the roof it hangs and all the weather's inside, hear us late and Minnesota entire and a boy you love, with a heart, a heart with all the summer ran through. Hear the engine kick with all the zephyr in time, hear us late and Minnesota entire, I was never wrong, with the right, the right it only ended in truth, you only tell me some things. How the room it holds all like you said it would, you're only half as lonely, with the window up, free air and the shades all drawn. How the hell it starts it's like where it starts, you're always left and leaving, all the railing parts all shining like the day you'd come. The cut, the call, you only give me something new, heard you call it the dark. I only give you something new, heard you call it, give me something new, hear you call it.
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Unmade and made right with anything, I want to blur my eyes just shy enough, until I'm two shapes or one shudder, who's telling what's what? Whether I'm rare, a memorized awry, the fourth of July. Whether I'm there in a Chevrolet sulfide, memorial try, shelling warnings like a guarantee of an aim and a sudden shout. I'm the calloused side of an ornamental insignia, I'm the hit you'd want more than anything, the counting back from or until I say "three". I'm a tassel tied on, all sentimental by knots, then a hi-fi of what I knew you could be, "is it IA next year?", is it, "I still remember me". A new way to say just about everything, is it "terrified" or "I swear I'm not", is it "shit man, I think I love her" then not giving a fuck. Second I'm sure and settled in Hawkeye with a handle like her. Second I'm worse and drawing up design of making me hurt, shelling warning like the way they mean with an aim and a sudden shout.
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released February 8, 2019

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Small Houses Austin, Texas

Small Houses is a Austin, TX based indie/folk project featuring the songs and poems of Flint, MI native Jeremy Quentin. Artfully crafted finger-style guitar playing, and softly sung melodies describing the people, love, and homes of Quentin’s life.

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