Buried​/​Seven Syllable Phrases

by Obdurate Space

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Two songs in a fancy key I might've made up about a girl before and after she moved away.


released May 27, 2017

All music written and recorded by Josh Shulkin

Mixed and mastered by Josh Shulkin



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Obdurate Space Colorado Springs, Colorado

Before time there was nothing. Then, there were dinosaurs. Soon thereafter (in a cosmic sense) there was Josh Shulkin.

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Track Name: Buried
Thought I might find myself buried underneath your skin
Words and nerves don't scare me, just contemporary sin
I spent all night in photographs and stories of your life
I built you up enough to let you break me down inside

She lives on impulse, I envy her
She protects her singular self
I crawl inside my own selfish thoughts
She orients me in the dark

Think I've found my fragile self seems safer by your side
Searched through scattered phrases in an attempt to describe
How I fail to function as a rational human
Yet something about you prevents me from giving in

And why do I cut out the sun
Isolate from anyone
Who shows the slightest interest in my life
And why do I always deny
Push it to the back of my mind
I'll never be comfortable
Track Name: Seven Syllable Phrases
Seven Syllable Phrases
It's been ages since we've been here
I thought we could make it work,
Wrecked my mind to be sure
It was a mistake I could bare

I'll be your stability,
Fix you up when you bleed
Love your obvious flaws
But I am not very strong
I always tend to hold on
A mental coup de'tat

You've been in my dreams
All this time and it seems
I still miss you
I only liked you because
You were so broken

Drowning out at the sea
Lost all desire to breathe
In this dream you're a blur
I'm not good at surviving
But near you I'm thriving
I miss where we were

Seven syllable Phrases
How long 'til your mind erases
All that you were
Drugs and discarded youth
Warmth kept here as proof
That I miss you

5 months to think
Half a page of ink
I still miss you
I only liked you because
You were so broken