Topher Grace

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Thumper

Thumper is a Dublin-based musical artist known for their high energy and raucous live performances. They blend elements of punk, noise rock, and garage rock to create a noisy and chaotic sound. Thumper's music often features catchy hooks, driving rhythms, and an explosive delivery. more »

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Topher Grace
Simmer down the wet confetti, the geneticists still aren't ready to come home so I'm alone for
now. One trick phoney to the three act addicts, foreplay takes five minutes, sex is next I guess?
Rock and roll is here to stay,'' my mantra on bank-holidays. A self fulfilling prophecy, oh yes.
Make out with the mirror, practice chat up lines and figure out which thin veneer to debut as
sincere moi. My fingernails are a frayed knot, my self esteem has caught the cot-death.
Breathlessly, I'm eager to be redeemed. Still sleep with both arms in the air. Still making room for
your hair and head to rest upon my chest, I guess. Still fantasise about the war. Still wolfing down
the singular. The Liffey's swallowed all my pride today. And Spielberg's in the kitchen stink
eyeing my side on the brink. Lining up the shot of his career. My fingers make a square to frame
a cinematic, sincere pain. My ego is the Best Boy in the room - woo hoo.

On the bag, I don't need that.
My confidence is my confidante.
My knuckles white around the stars. I suckle on a teat in bars. The milk careers, and flows, and
tastes so smooth. You say you're crying more than me, as evidence - capacity to feel a higher
low, but I'm not sure. I hate myself and want to live, I want to love, I want to give, I want to take
and be taken care of. Pock-marks dot the blister field, find solace in fictitious real - the realest
thing since genuinity. Don't be offended by my songs, I didn't mean a single word. I'd disown
them in a second for your touch. The water hits my face and then I've convinced my reflection.
Pity no one else was in the room. My ears are booming, jaw is chewing, eyes dart towards my
mouth, which flies like a flag. I'm making moves, well I'm moving. I saw it in a movie once - a
powerplay to wag a tongue like that. Talking at you like a child. Catastrophize my trophy wife.
Sweating through the clothes that you've just lent me. Snapping at the remote control, the
tendrils flip the Chance Channel. And all I have to say is, I guess, I love you man.
On the bag, I'm a made man.
A made up man, I know I am not.
I hide in bars. I drown in words. It seems absurd that I'm lonely.
Make a safe bet - If I left, this party continues without me.

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