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privates, vol. 1

by John Kale

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1.
one 02:46
taper me broader make my tongue lauder to you whisper me louder make my blood boil less often i'm not ezekiel or thomas or elijah will i be okay soon?
2.
when you want to change when you say it, will you mean it? talk to me you gotta say something if you want to change, i can help you change. i'm not an angel but i can see things. do you believe in that? or do you say it's shit? would you believe in me if i mention it? it's hot in here, in the nyc and it's raining down between broadway and me it's a brooklyn night and i'm alone i might as well be back home
3.
blurs the trip to the canal state park stone skipper i let you in hands eyes don't give into the river pines this home haunts me, kendall hands out windows sand salt cinema not what i thought, sin in love.
4.
angry twin 02:29
first hundred no one is surprised by my side you were as elegant as the first film line scissor to her brackish hair too much salt to disrepair stitch an o2 take into my lung you were so thirsty but you would become a knife to my unaware back fuck the way i'm apt to fall in love. polarized eye lids capsized onto my angry twin he is still spleening in my bed dark careening in my head wetness is a bed of lies just a moment that will dry out like a weeping eye an island is just a hunk of brown sugar in your black tar crime-sipper
5.
rapt 03:23
lines crossed, erased the tines, i lost poked out of the race thrown to the dirt thrown to the mud get back up like everyone does the deep fall the emptiness i wanted it all so destructive now i know my call but how to i get there? paralyzed next to the piano life ain't fair. the hallelujah stopped. was i true to you? i was mobbed thrown out of my own home and strangers live there now strangers in my bathroom thrown to the toilet crying, "my hope was in you."
6.
coat check 06:07
i am rude and selfish and i get stuck in my anxious above neck and stuck in my off-white bed i got a sickness. i am a cold shoulder to these people that i love to love and that i lead on i'm gonna throw all the ice on you too still i need a shoulder to choke on cough it up swallow that half-full glass down urgent care, i take a call here and there. and i miss my brother in the college down south and i miss my hometown i miss my lovers cause i left them all for the next one i'll leave i feel a little bit of nothing feel a little bit of apathy sleep on the pull out when you do it, will you pull out? take a train uptown everything's expensive but everyone is beautiful, yeah you fit in hold my hand man take me over there show me where you go show me how to leave where i can leave my coat small kitchen not a fan of my mood and the cars are barely moving i am bad at moving on
7.
soho 03:41
You taught me how to backslide. You taught me about my bad side. When the wind spoke so loudly, but I choked so badly on your words that were like breath. Gone when the days end—night. You tricked me, you liar You pricked me, you briar Andrew Why you did what you do The house smells like smoke. The dogs won’t quit it next door so you took another trip to forget. You forgot what you did. Girl in the sundress The roof lights It’s all a mess in SoHo scraping by Him and you In SoHo I fell down the stairs again. He who was kind is not kind in the end. Kill my heart and my trust and relearn What you know for sure
8.
pew police 01:26
blistered by burning deserts and suns i have a little bit of poison inside my lungs i put it there and "you put me here for a reason." i almost called the police "get your hands away from me!" i really don't trust you i really don't trust anyone what are they saying behind pews i don't care anymore
9.

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privates, vol. 1 is the first collection of bedroom recordings & unpolished, raw demos i have released.

these songs are from the past five years.

they are for my friends who always said that these recordings were enough.

thank you for loving the music and staying with me through the jigsaw of my early twenties.

i release them today in the midst of sadness, hurt, confusion, and loss; the feelings that were catalysts for most of these compositions.

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released November 9, 2016

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