Philatelist

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1.
Listen close, Thinkin you will lend an ear Cause I’ve got perfect pitch That’s neither here nor there And I know someone They’ll say a thing or three It’s always bad for you But I’m just digging deep Mum’s the word Who can tell Play the game Cast your spell You and I don’t seem so different now May be time to realign I’ve been meaning to get a different outlook I can hurry if I try Shut the door, The hinges oxidize And I can’t complain I’m so desensitized Try my best Play 12 notes With seven rests Scatter in my notes You just seem to be a coward now Can’t find sympathy if I try And maybe time will find you down the road again Think I’ll stay here waving. You just seem to be a coward now Can’t find sympathy if I try And maybe time will find you down the road again Think I’ll stay here waving bye.
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Fences 02:41
Fences, pretenses moral apprehension, I got too long to stand here and think about my sentence. The neighbor with the camera is staring at me. Here are all the things, I think should be I try to pick the lock but the lock rusts over and the chain link fence won’t budge like last september the pup is going crazy ‘cause she can’t run off I’m so tired and lazy, and I just have to scoff about all the little things that keep us in, Mary goes round-round, with her mickey fin and I only get to scoff and slam my knee I might as well be here for eternity Fenced in love, I think I’m going crazy Fenced in love, my knife is oh so hazy Fenced in love, break in break out. The chorus ends and I think I see an opening but there’s another verse just like I was hoping. And I guess we’ll think about the things that ground us, like humility, tranquility, and a need to readjust. And the only other cats that roam the street all slithered under when they felt the heat. “Cause if you can’t beat em join em,” is what they said, They tried to hop the fence and now they’re Fenced in love. I think I’m going crazy, Fenced in love my knife is oh so hazy Fenced in love break in break out.
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Magnitude 04:06
Like a bug in a rug It can be a tight tight squeeze But I squeam and we hug Everytime we shoot the breeze All this lousy talking All says something good Said “it seems like mocking” I think you’re sorely understood It’s not trouble now and I know, only friction It’s really lovely now, and I know, frames and fiction Please don’t lie all the time It’s not right. A rumbling magnitude, It shakes my earth You live in a different one, Just know your worth Someone to be something for someone Forever waiting wrong ways Someone to be something for someone Instead we write one low phrase And all the verses, stringing me slowly I want thee to know how lonely how lonely And on my piano, I wrote your name How lonely, how lonely: the same, the same. Please don’t lie all the time It’s not right A second magnitude, It shakes my earth You live in a different one, Just know your worth Someone to be something for someone Forever waiting wrong ways Someone to be something for someone Instead we write one low phrase And all the verses, stringing me slowly I want thee to know how lonely how lonely And on my piano, I wrote your name How lonely, how lonely: the same, the same I have no qualms with this, it breaks my bones Only in common time Cutting through notes Someone to be something for someone And that’s okay, I’m just Someone to be something for someone And now I say, I say, I say I’m just someone to be someone for someone. Someone to be something for someone.
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Ambiguity 02:53
I don't feel so good with you, say that about everything I do say that I don’t fit in too well, I’ll just stay safe inside my shell. And everything just doesn't feel quite right got ambiguity right here by my side. I don't feel great right now but maybe if we tried we can find a way to bring out my bright side. Better leave that stone unturned, your problems better left to burn. Stuck on the who what where and when I guess I’ll leave the why till then ‘Cause everything just doesn’t hit the same got ambiguity tagged onto my name. When feeling right goes wrong like some twisted game. Remember things are fine and feel a sense of shame
5.
Looking out, is hard enough like feeling doubt, or in denial about everything, if you need me dial give me a ring, and I’ll be right there with dirt on my face. Giving you my full attention is easier than never mentioning all the ways I look around when my cornea is all spinning out. I wish I could find a way to get long hair out of my brain another day but if living in heaven means im gone. I had four paintings I did for three years and I kept them away, with my books on Shakespeare monologues and analog recordings of miles davis they stayed locked away from the subtle notes they gave us and the fog rolls in at night, curling in ripped up paper I wish I could accept it I wish this book could save her, that’s life. my life. my life. my life. And I’ll be running out with the superseding mist if my room’s a capsule, frontal cortex or abyss. I read books with one eye, so I can see better it reminds me of the time i analyzed the letter, I wrote, she wrote, she wrote, she wrote. Digging out my past, getting in my eye; I don’t know heaven’s a boy anyway. Blues chords are nice if you like to run far away, the labels are caving in And all the people, Who pretend to care, they won’t last I’ll take it all on my chin but if it’s wrong I have to know, I won’t go heaven’s a boy anyway. I wish I could go back 8 years in time to the day i woke up to a mind that wasn’t mine and now i’m spinning out and I guess I’ll never rest it’s all blue and synesthetic they’re just memories at best. That’s my life, my life, my life, my life. breaking all my bones, seeing all the actions replay, heaven’s a boy anyway. Bad dreams are fine, if you want to rewire your thoughts, but thinking them makes me blue. And all the people who pretend to care, they won’t last I’ll wear this all on my chin. But if it’s wrong I have to know, I won’t go heaven’s a boy anyway.
6.
I, I, don’t know, know What to do, do when I go, go If you follow me, a nomadic plead Guess I’ll never come home Beck and call, my ebb and flow The way you stick Through every low, and I know now we’re on our own. So if I try (and try) and try (and try) And if I break the sounds in a sonic space And if they bounce (and bounce) and jump around And back to you is where I'm found again. Unconditional, unconditional It’s all around, it’s all around And I know, this is where I belong. Run away again, run away again, Futile ties rescind let go now and then, Now I’m on my own So if i try (and try) and try (and try) And if I break the sounds in a sonic space And if they bounce (and bounce) and jump around And back to you is where I'm found again. And I can’t see it I’m running up, I’m running And I can’t feel it, Im numbing down, I’m numbing down, I’m numbing down. So if I shake and shake And shatter the ground If I’m rhyming words without a sound. And if I’m wrong, I’m wrong Without a cause. And here I am, press play Press pause, Let's go.

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released December 20, 2019

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The Stamp Collection Los Angeles, California

The Stamp Collection is the studio project of Charlie Havenick and Ray Wilson. With a poly-mathematical background in jazz and surf rock, the project takes on a different angle within the DIY indie world. Onstage, they are joined by bassist Grace Shannon and Johnny Martinez. Hailing from the South Bay, The Stamp Collection plays around LA county and beyond. ... more

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