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moon
05:23
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On the edge of the ledge
My heels are wedged
Teetering over the world
I lick stamp send my chest
Will you receive me?
Don't believe in me
I'm a haunter because I've been haunted, and I'll haunt you now
I carry the blithe and it's bliss
But you can't ignore difference
We will never be together
And I can't quell this force ever
I will be here forever
That tethered part of me
Just now was set free
I only wish you could still see me
On a beached memory
I'll part seas of your hair
And slay the serpent heads that imprison you
From my chest
And it's sways produce riptides
I'm in need of a host I'm lost
I've been searching for awhile
But it's never going to be long enough
So I follow the two headed cat
And I'm never turning back
Or else I'll crumble in low selfworth
Before I was a ghost, I thought
I thought about how you were a ghost before me
And it was you who I couldn't touch
That used to be important to me
But then I lost my balance
And the cat landed on its feet
While I went with the tides
Carried away by the source of the force
The moon is me, on Earth you feel my gravity, and keep me close in tow
You see my face in the night
And I bathe you in my light
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2. |
evol
04:42
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Surrender or fight, dont wait on life
Take the dive and let go, youll survive
Theres no room for reservations tonight
Are you waiting for vacancy to be alright?
Theres no signs, only highway lights
Keep the road and turn your brights
On forgive the bends, they are your guide
Make amends to reframe hindsight
Our individual worlds are not important
We place a part of ourselves and invest it
Into other worlds that aren't our own
Those parts of us allow us to support the world we create
Without them, we would be nothing
To sacrifice your own life, what you may call your world
Is not a vein exercise
When there are other worlds that contain a part of us and keep us alive
To protect all things which we love
For a part of us disintegrates without
To create beauty in one world and preserve it between worlds
The residual space where meaning, purpose, and hopes
Give shape to a totality that is at once betrayed by an inability
To reconcile our individual worlds with the sum
The connectedness we can only feel when we give ourselves up
And spread the pieces that define us
Scattered forgotten seeds of a world that continuously grows
Further obfuscating moments
Providing a clearer picture
Layered in earth
When you come for me,
Ill be there to comfort uuu
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3. |
fish
04:24
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Swimming through the water in the gut of a fish
Paying the price for sacrilege sin
Where are you seeping sorrow
Sleep with me to the end
Never leave me empty feeling
Fill me with regret
Be a leaver not a sticker
Stitch to me your amends
And swallow no tomorrow
With a sip from the glass
A liquid shimmers and ripples
Beneath my eyelids
Flows with my breath
An image of the moon
Beams light across the water
Directly to me
And anyone who glances
Will surely be washed away
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4. |
hogtown
03:38
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Im in a new place again
Trying to pretend it’s always been home
I feel like I belong
Here is where I’ll grow
I took my bike in the rain
Crossed a bridge through new terrain
Stared at a map that showed floodplains
A creek that buries remains
Of a past that bares it’s teeth
To those who seek what lies underneath
Those who seek the ground below them find there feet
I’ve walked high and I’ve walked low to find my level in the runnel
I’ve taste dirt and I’ve taste snow
To sow and feed in the streams overflow
I was sitting there softly in the sand
Kneeling on the banks extending a hand trough the muddied waters
Sifting through silt to find a jewel disguised as a rock
The rains came harder
the ground went limp
The banks gave as I watched leaves swim
I was swept off from my perch
Under city homes and into the earth
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5. |
B&B
04:30
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I am spilling with poison
Miss-spelling my name
What infection has stricken
My half-eaten defeat, there is no reason
Or remorse feasting on every morsel
Of my torn open torso
There is no shutting down my brain
And it still fires signals
Not inside, but outside into the world
And they are received but only teethed upon
Like an infant that craves attention
But the span between us is immense
And I lack the proper defense
To stave off a mutiny of internal sensations
Which I, am not immune
Tuned to a chorus inflating in volume
My aching sides, eroded cliffs bide
A murky water of blood and bubbles
I floss the time between sleeps
Always behind closed eyes
Blank from loss of light, I toss and capsize
A drop of water forms an unrelenting tide
that pulls me on all sides and rips me wide open
Unleashing a repentant storm that
Drowns the chorus in its volume
And mutes blues to gray
No more drops fall, no more rainbows
I can’t see my reflection, I can’t see colors
They are angels without halos
The corrupted faces of deserting mothers
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6. |
two
06:35
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We traverse this planet in phases
together we grow our separate ways
Never for long always in the same place
As we slide past a transfer is made
We lose some in others it is saved
Physicality means little save face
With this lost how we do recognize
Me or you but in the same view
As the sun and the moon
Life unto life
Death is wrought
Drop by drop
Down and out
Can’t seem to shake this signal route
Im allowing something to conform to what’s it’s not
Instead of allowing it to become what it is
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7. |
cattlecar
02:20
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8. |
curse
04:32
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