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SLEEP ERA

by cecilnick

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1.
Focus 03:03
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I can’t focus I don’t notice Things all around me Like the way that you feel Growing up yeah everyone said You could be what you want, yeah, whatever it is If ya try hard enough it’ll be in your grip So I guess I don’t want it, no I don’t (don’t) want it Wake up and I sit in the bed Alarm goes off and I sit in the bed Screaming into my head I gotta move or I’m dead I gotta get at work now but I’m still in the bed Uh oh, I know it ain’t right Let’s go, staying up all night Looking into the light, a black mirror alive Crawling in and out of eyes with a murder divine It’s my time—and I’ll cry if I want Throwing out rinds, rotten food that I bought Put em into the box where I burn all my thoughts Watching ash float by like the hand of a clock I can’t focus I don’t notice Things all around me Like the way that you feel I can’t focus I feel hopeless Know that I’m sorry But I don’t think I’ll change No I don’t think I’ll change I don’t think I’ll change 30 years old finally got some pills Regulate my mind so I pay the bills Still I’m in and out thrills running up on them hills Yeah, living that life in between refills So what? It’s been a couple months, yeah No luck! Shortage in my lungs, yeah Counting up from the bottom of what’s done To better become un-bottled, blunted and stunned Confused like I’m playing The Witness Get that emotional motion sickness Get back, mentally stacked like losing shit is my business Find it again (where?) hiding underneath the dishes We know what this is, we did them quizzes Fightin’ with the coats always being dismissive To give us the slip kid, unwritten unlisted Awareness exists in the abyss of my lists, yeah? I can’t focus I don’t notice Things all around me Like the way that you feel I can’t focus I feel hopeless Know that I’m sorry But I don’t think I’ll change No I don’t think I’ll change I don’t think I’ll change I can’t focus I don’t notice Things all around me Like the way that you feel I can’t focus I feel hopeless Know that I’m sorry But I don’t think I’ll change I’m not stuck in my ways I’m just trapped in this brain
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You Were So Dim 02:01
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Consider it done I am the one Nobody brighter Yeah call me the Sun Step to the front Tell me who’s better I’ll tell you it’s none Call me the Sun You were so dark to me All those shadows did creep But I couldn’t see you there, no (You were so dim) I couldn’t see you there (Well, you were so dim) Consider it done I am the one Nobody brighter Yeah call me the Sun Step to the front Tell me who’s better I’ll tell you it’s none Call me the Sun Consider it done I am the one Nobody brighter Yeah call me the Sun Step to the front Tell me who’s better I’ll tell you it’s none Call me the Sun (What do you mean by that?) Backlight, while laughing Like that’s it You’re so dim You can’t see what’s happening But I couldn’t see you there, no (You were so dim) I couldn’t see you there (Well, you were so dim) Consider it done I am the one Nobody brighter Yeah call me the Sun Step to the front Tell me who’s better I’ll tell you it’s none Call me the Sun Consider it done I am the one Nobody brighter Yeah call me the Sun Step to the front Tell me who’s better I’ll tell you it’s none Call me the Sun
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Gravity Rides Everything 03:29
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Oh, gotta see, gotta know right now What's that riding on your everything It isn't anything at all Oh, gotta see, gotta know right now What's that writing on your shelf In bathrooms and bad motels No one really cared for it at all Not the gravity plan Early, early in the morning It pulls all on down my sore feet I want to go back to sleep In the motions and the things that you say It all will fall, fall right into place As fruit drops, flesh it sags Everything will fall right into place When we die some sink and some lay But at least I don't see you float away And on split milk, sex and weight It all will fall, fall right into place Oh, gotta see, gotta know right now What's that writing on your everything It isn't anything at all Early, early in the morning It pulls all on down my sore feet I want to go back to sleep In the motions and the things that you say It all will fall, fall right into place As fruit drops, flesh it sags Everything will fall right into place When we die some sink and some lay But at least I don't see you float away (Alright!) And on split milk, sex and weight (Already!) It all will fall, fall right into place
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Waking Up in a Different Bed 02:25
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Dream’s Cats 02:32
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What is it to see with eyes unbroken Can I? Open into your dreams, casting shadows Haunted by your ghost Not I What is it to see with eyes unbroken Can I? Some things are not meant to find their way home Some things are not meant to find their way home Some things are not meant to find their way home Some things are not meant to find their way home What is it to sleep with ayes unspoken Can I? Open into your dreams, spirit window Haunted by your ghost Not I Some things are not meant to find their way home Some things are not meant to find their way home Some things are not meant to find their way home Some things are not meant to find their way home
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This Old House 03:10
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It’s quiet in this house, ain’t it? I can’t even hear you in the wind That’s how I count the time now The days are sounds beneath my skin It’s quiet in this house, ain’t it? I’ve painted the walls in colors For seven long aimless years now It’s all I think about Call me when you wake up Cuz honestly lately I can’t seem to sleep in Tell me how you’re doing About all of the new dreams Written on your pillow It’s quiet in this house, ain’t it? Waiting on tangled knots to fly I know that that can’t happen now No that won’t happen now Call me when you wake up Cuz honestly lately I can’t stop from sleeping Tell me all of your musings About all the new strings Tied up to your window It’s quiet in this house, ain’t it? Can’t even hear the thunder roll Oh how that I just wish I could I want to breathe and not be crushed I want to not mess up But it might be to late for that Oh how that I just wish you could Call me when you wake up Cuz honestly lately I can’t seem to sleep in Tell me how you’re doing About all of the new dreams Written on your pillow It’s quiet in this house, ain’t it? You don’t plan for how you go Oh how that I just wish you could Wake up That house misses you but This house never saw you Wake up Some things are not meant to find their way home Wake up I want to breathe and not be crushed I want to not mess up But it might be to late for that Wake up
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Sleepwalking 03:30
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We’re building nothing out of something, that’s end of the verse Fumble words beginning to Bumble search Like a mumblecore dirge facing imminent collision Stumbling on the verge of a shift into hidden thirst What’s worse? — being unknown or unmade? Either way it goes the answer’s kinda the same Today years old when I gave up the ghost Case closed, turn into overgrowth and decay, let’s go Oh no not me Never lost no dream I don’t lay awake (oh?) I don’t clench my teeth (yeah) I don’t worry much (sure) and I don’t oversleep You’ll have to trust that my bio’s completely on No exaggerations for the sake of a bomb And maybe it’s kinda weird I turned it into a song But take me as qI am cuz I can’t stay long I don’t wake up in the morning Still I fill them shoes I don’t wake up in the morning Gotta make these moves And I’m sleepwalking Crawling straight through the clouds I don’t wake up in the morning Dream in deep sky blues I don’t wake up when I’m mourning Gotta kick these moods But I’m sleepwalking Crawling straight through the clouds like Can I get it (get it) can I get it done? When I’m headed (yeah I’m headed) credit straight into the sun? 700 for the Ghost, minus quarter for the Son Yeah the Father couldn’t pay me ‘fore the final of the month So I’m swiping to the left (left) can’t afford a buzz Tried to get it off my chest but I’m foaming in the lungs Where I plugged up all the rest, ears burning in the sun Lady Tea signs her ex with a circle in the dirt Gimme Hershey’s, immerse me in herstory Learning that worlds speak beyond certain dispersals Yeah energy circles, like fingers on soft sternums What hurts me really isn’t silence concerning Thoughts that we had at the back of the bed Whispers in secret, yeah shades of scarlet red The memory of what you said the last time we met I think you’re better off dead I don’t wake up in the morning Still I fill them shoes I don’t wake up in the morning Gotta make these moves And I’m sleepwalking Crawling straight through the clouds I don’t wake up in the morning Dream in deep sky blues I don’t wake up when I’m mourning Gotta kick these moods But I’m sleepwalking Crawling straight through the clouds like
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They/Them Type Beat (feat. LEX the Lexicon Artist) 02:52
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Let me hear you say they, them They, them They, them They, them If you can say hey to a person you meet Then add a capital T when you’re referring to me Just remember these deets, in a song or the streets It doesn’t matter if I’m present when you’re starting to speak It’s them! I won’t say it again Don’t put me in a binder (hehe) with all of the men Or even any of the femmes, don’t call it a trend Yeah neither of ‘em fit so make an attempt  You say it’s too hard, yet you always seem To know which damn player is on every team And all the coffee beans the weird strains of weed So your memory seems fine if you know what I mean  I think you try to demean to feel better ‘bout yourself (Yeah!) Inside of your screams lands a game of show and tell (Yeah!) You’re mentally bland like Nilla wafer cells Make way for themselves, we’re ab fab as hell  Let me hear you say they, them They, them They, them They, them Let me hear you say they, them They, them They, them They, them Hold the phone Someone crazy brought a knife to a brawl  I’m talking they slash them slash any and all  Take your pick, I’m not particular, or choose the default  When you acknowledge my existence, dude, it’s truly your call  But when I’m they them’d, kinda feels great, man I feel like I’m Satan with a block of the barbecued seitan  Shocking all the bigots, watch me causing the mayhem   Their datedness is making it so hard to persuade them  “You’re not a group of people so the grammar is wrong!” You know my friend the other day said they were banging your mom  “But you look like a girl, I just don’t understand!” I can’t control the fact I look like this and bone like a man From Gabon to Japan, we got black hair and pronouns  Whole community got our backs, ready to throw down  So when you do misgender and you’re standing corrected  Then call them what they ask you as a sign of respect, bitch  Let me hear you say they, them They, them They, them They, them Let me hear you say they, them They, them They, them They, them Let me hear you say they, them They, them They, them They, them (One more time around!) They, them They, them They, them They, them
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Getting Old on the Internet (feat. int eighty & Mikal kHill) 03:41
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I don’t know about I don’t recognize any of the names on the trending page No, I don’t know about I don’t keep up with things people say that they shouldn’t have And I don’t care about I don’t cover up any of my greys these days Here we go, we’re getting old We’re getting old on the internet Innit weird? I’m Moses, carving a silicone tablet Bashing my face with it repeatedly out of habit An oversharing trauma magnet Baiting people with details, see who brings it up when theres static It’s the truth, I’ll reveal every little scar Just to bait you in you lean too close I'll bite your jugular I can’t separate from this extension of myself Marketing my worst traits online to generate some wealth Probably bad for my health My greatest fear as a child was my thoughts would die along with my outer self So now my most insignificant words will live forever My greatest moments buried in a email-bomb shelter Coming down fast, so you can call that helter skelter It’s all parasocial but the effects are felt forever, Together. Whatever. It’s clever. Alright... I don’t know about I don’t recognize any of the names on the trending page No, I don’t know about I don’t keep up with things people say that they shouldn’t have And I don’t care about I don’t cover up any of my greys these days Here we go, we’re getting old We’re getting old on the internet Innit weird? It was barely after lights out, piracy in high amounts Watching every byte count of download then it timed out I was a Real Player (huh) connected to a broken stream Of hopes and dreams intertwined with glowing screens and modem screams Set the scene: A lonely teen, lurking and in search of any opening Unfolding clean, you know the theme My whole belief was that anyone connected was infected by this show, and see, computers were a smoke machine (let it out) This isn’t fiction, I’m addicted and there’s no retreat Resisting every urge to go to sleep until I overheat Adrenaline for medicine was measured into doses each Second I was stressing folks would notice me, so to speak Turned a clover leaf, lucky that I made it out Zero on my record, extra zeroes for the bank account Grays in large amount from fast pace of chasing clout A treasure trove of exploits, buried in my grave no doubt I don’t know about I don’t recognize any of the names on the trending page No, I don’t know about I don’t keep up with things people say that they shouldn’t have And I don’t care about I don’t cover up any of my greys these days Here we go, we’re getting old We’re getting old on the internet Innit weird? The other day I made someone’s eyes go wide When I shared I’ve been online since 1995 They said “I wasn’t even alive then” — sigh That’s alright sit tight and I’ll describe Another time (yeah?) before microblogging’s rise Unlimited characters tried living in tube’s delight Some called it second life (ehhn) that’s a bit trite But it really felt some times that you could just decide (what?) Run and tell em right (yeah?) so I herd u lyk (oh) Up until the night rolls into the hurt of light Shining on the dreamlike ghost of Lite Brites Pining for pictures, screamed like hosts of devious fright I confide (what?) I never really had any pride And I avoided any site/sight that might get me to try Cuz even in the Wild West of the World Wide Web Sometimes we find it’s still easier to hide Alright I don’t think about I don’t think about all the time lost wondering where I’ve gone No, I don’t know about I can’t keep up with who I could’ve been if I knew it all along And I don’t care about I don’t cover up any of my Theys these days Here we go, we’re getting old We’re getting old on the internet Innit weird?
10.
Focus (Reprise) 01:33
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Tonight, it's too true Why can't I focus? On anything but Tonight, it's too true Why can't I focus? On anything but you... Well, why can't I focus On anything but you? I can’t focus I don’t notice Things all around me Like the way that you feel I can’t focus I feel hopeless Know that I’m sorry But I don’t think I’ll change I’m not stuck in my ways I’m just trapped in this brain

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released October 6, 2023

Cast:
Cecil Decker - vocals, programming, synths, bass, guitar.

Crew:
Moses Andrews III - organ, keys (6).
Chris Johnson - additional vocals, synths (1, 10).

Lyrics by Cecil Decker with Adam Cullum (6), int eighty (9), LEX the Lexicon Artist (8), Mikal kHill (9).
Track 3 originally written and performed by Modest Mouse.

Produced & Recorded by cecilnick.
Mixed & Mastered by mono no audio.
Cover Art & Packaging Design by Cecil Decker.
Cover Photo by Thomas Hammond.

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