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CEMETERIES
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Indie Pop
CEMETERIES was released on June 16, 2025 by Little Comets LLP (The Smallest Label) as a part of the album CEMETERIES - EP
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Release DateJune 16, 2025
LabelLittle Comets LLP (The Smallest Label)
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Little Comets
Little Comets
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Coles
Michael Coles
Composer
Robert Coles
Robert Coles
Songwriter, Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Coles
Michael Coles
Producer

Lyrics

Cemeteries they were never that good for me
My guilt is of the burning kind
Crashed drunk and so I left my daughter
Crimson red by the county line
October rolled me over
I woke up thinking that it's not my cross to bear
Now promise takes me towards home
Be on my best behaviour this year
Life was dashed in a flashing of seconds
But this was more of a slow decline
Restitution and no social order
Her mother wasn't far behind
In Hoboken, slightly broken
We found a niche where our jealousies could hide
And I was foolish like a fool is
Beyond my best behaviour this time
Maybe I want to grow
Maybe I want to think of you, like I used to
On a beach in the depths of autumn
Maybe I want to go
Maybe I want to think of you, like I used to
Out of reach in the depths of autumn
I'm not comfortable living with the memories she left me behind, no, no, no
I'm not comfortable living with the contents of my derisible mind
Maybe I should weigh it down this time
Got my bricks and mortar and I'm down by the water, water
End up floating on an April tide
Got my bricks and mortar and I'm down by the water, water
Hope I swelter as I drown in the delta
Got the eyes of my daughter and I'm down by the cloying water
Scream blue, scream black
Feel the hand on my back
Breathe shorter
Going down in the water, water
Maybe I want to grow
Maybe I want to think of you, like I used to
On a beach in the depths of autumn
Maybe I want to go
Maybe I want to think of you, like I used to
Out of reach in the depths of autumn
I'm not comfortable living with the memories she left me behind, no, no, no
I'm not comfortable living with the contents of my derisible mind.
Written by: Michael Coles, Robert Coles
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