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Water
03:41
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Sometimes my thoughts
are like lights on the water:
some calm and clear
and the others they stutter,
feathered across
the feel of the water.
Somehow my words
they just scatter them further.
I call it out.
I calm it down.
I call it out.
Sometimes my words
are like rooms long and narrow: faded in heat,
of the mind's deepest furrow.
Sorrow in soothe,
Secret in cadence,
somehow my thoughts remain
otherwise sated.
I call it out
I calm it down
I call it out
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2. |
O(h)m
02:50
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NYC and away I run,
off to a city with a coat unfathomed.
Genesee and the day has come
to cast a blow I can't recover
from.
Om
Ohm
O(h)m
LIC and my tongue is caught
deep in the belly of a thought untraveled.
Genesee and the jig is up,
my tongue is tied,
my secrets covered
up.
Uhp
U(h)p
Oh
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3. |
Come to the Sea
03:43
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Trapped in a real life.
Trapped in a hard tusk time,
oh sweet time.
Do what you feel is right.
Do you what you feel like,
oh it's right. Don't say goodbye.
Feel what the sea is like.
Feel what the sea is like in time,
oh it shines.
See what it feels like.
See what it feels like in time,
oh I shine. Don't say goodbye.
Trapped in a dark mind.
Trapped in a hard luck sigh.
Oh, we're fine. Don't say goodbye.
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4. |
Beg
02:57
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Are you going to make me beg for it?
Whatcha going to get instead, dizzy?
All the breathing of the night.
All the shifting of the lights.
All I need now is a sign.
How I quiver in its sights.
Why's it always have to be heavy?
When's the dizzy gonna seem steady?
All the breathing of the night.
All the shifting of the lights.
All I need now is a sign.
How I quiver in its sights.
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5. |
Hide
05:19
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All my wasted days come back to me.
Every hour, broken and dour, returns.
All my hasty love pushed back to me.
Every choir, spoken in flowers, returns.
I didn't steal, I didn't try, I just stepped aside.
Hide.
I didn't kill, I didn't lie, I just said goodbye.
Hide.
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6. |
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On the northern country trail
I'm not feeling very well
As my footsteps start to fade
How my thoughts they drift away
From the tunnels all of green
To other places that I've been
To dark tunnels of their own
To every kiss I can recall
From the ones that were a gift
To the ones I straight up stole
All the patterns in between
What's transmitted and received
All the shadows in their curl
All my footsteps they return
To the tunnels all of green
From other places that I've been
From dark tunnels of my own
To every kiss I can recall
From the ones that were a gift
To the ones I straight up stole
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7. |
Dizzy Seas
03:37
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Find a corner of the mind.
Push past, halve the time.
Close your eyes and then repeat,
till the question starts to speak:
Do I sail a dizzy sea?
Do the waves roil over me?
If that proves untrue,
how does that shape the view?
If the minds the grand device,
if the world is its sweet disguise,
all I feel are blues and greens
out on the dizzy sea.
Even my love
can’t set my thoughts to run, or
pull the witch bloom from my tongue.
How our secrets intersect.
How our seam is just a stitch.
Where's the dark and what's the light?
How does the sea divide?
Find a corner in the mind.
Push past, halve the time.
How our secrets intersect.
How our secrets come to bed.
In the dark for long enough,
more than the eyes adjust—
even my love.
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8. |
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The day is setting
your thought on a riddle,
Your heart like a fiddle,
with the shit I should say to you.
Your hey is heavy,
cause: you slept in the city.
Now your mind's on the contour
of your tie in the rearview.
Hey
There is no conflation
for a love in exile,
in a world made facile,
from your sigh in the rearview.
Hey
So, should I go back,
make every deed correct,
make every word perfect?
Keep my heart in shadow
and my cage gets rattled.
That old anger unravels:
you're still in my marrow.
Hey
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9. |
Tintype Crisis
03:03
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In the tintype crisis of my quarter life,
in the beer laden days that I spent back home,
how something stirred how something shown. With the lipstick stint tilt taciturn, you were a hot mess then and I guess you're still gonna weeze some poems on the way back home.
Where’s the kid with the crash?
Where’s my contract at?
Where’s my construct cash?
Where’s the kid with the crash?
Whatcha gonna say
to the kids in the fray,
in a powerful way,
to the enemy of day?
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10. |
Nicosia
04:25
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When I'm breaking down, I just wander round,
through the streets at night, through their humming lights.
How strange is the night?
How strange is my time?
How strange is the night?
How strange am I?
When I'm feeling high, I just wave goodbye, call up all my kind, swallow up the night.
How strange is the night?
How strange is my time?
How strange is the night?
How strange am I?
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