1. |
that alone
01:23
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He wasn’t kidding when he said
the trees would grow into themselves,
breathing new life
through once-withered twigs
but just for the night.
He said:
"Some people have been screaming
since the time they left their mother’s wombs,
while others have figured out just how to live.
how to embrace the gold pillar of light"
and that alone would see me through
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2. |
Unemployed
02:13
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I don't want to
be a number
on the line of
contacts left of
zero, next to
hero worship
I just
want to be
above the
lottery of
drones
I would rather
sign my name to
purpose, indi-
vidual one- man circus,
am i making myself clear?
i'm a engine, not a gear
To employ
is to destroy
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3. |
Ghosts in Suits
02:34
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stop the machines,
flee the city,
they can't be wrong,
it won't be long before
figures of ghosts in
suits come to get me
nature is wondrous
nature is constant
and clean
stop the machines-
concrete disease,
they won't be wrong
so let's move along before
figures of ghosts in
suits come and get me
silence is threatening
witnesses deafening
nature is wondrous
and clean
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4. |
on my word
01:52
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seek, and find
what's aching inside
discover, confide,
deposit your troubles in me
on my word,
word by word,
(it's) safe to share,
this i swear
whisper a secret
i'll listen, i'll keep it
an ink pen, a leaflet
i'll burn after reading, it's true
on my word,
uncensored,
(it's) safe to bare,
this i swear
but my word is as good as dirt,
but cultivate a garden with what makes you hurt
with water, and anguish, and maybe a song,
and seeds of the closure you've (f/s)ought for so long
welcome the sunlight
to beckon the good life
remove all your bitters,
and use me to litter your strife
on my word,
little bird,
(i'll) always care,
this i swear
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5. |
not a good one
01:48
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i'm not the first one,
won't be the last one,
it's not a good one,
could be the best ones
how many roads to the boats through the moats
to the itty bitty crawlspace that leads to the pulse? and
how many pumps will it take till i bathe in the lake
of the calm without fear of drowning?
when will the capillaries route me directly to
nourish the roots of your blue-blooded drought?
first one
last one
good one
best one
first one
last one
bad one
worst one
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6. |
nocturne (for the worst)
01:50
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sleep for the hour,
all you'll ever want is just beyond the curve of
nightfall, down your winding
spinal column
tossing, turning,
endless squirming,
matchstick shins and
blanket burning
ashes, flashes
charcoal covered,
undiscovered,
stifled dreams
left under covers
sleep deeply, sleep till tomorrow
all you'll ever need is just beyond the break of
daytime, down the condensation of your dew dropped
window, wipe away the conversation indetermination
what's beyond your
glassy pupils?
where's the fire?
uninspired
heading homeward,
i'm still tired
still so tired,
(humming)
sleep now forever
all i'd ever love to do is
sleep forever
all i'd ever
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