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silence…one that’s suspect
a cold field, not quite winter
peeking, stretch a neck out
looking left and right, it seems peaceful
you see me, stretch
you enjoy effort
i calmly step out
but you advise caution
instead of opening up the door
retreat to a warmth by the stove
don’t pass off my back
make sure you can handle my way
make sure you can handle my way
make sure you can handle my way
aquamarine
aquamarine
a shade off of green
aquamarine
these strange lives…inside
comparing quality...by outside
did you have to make that full move?
peek your head and follow through
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2. |
Fly in Form
04:44
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you can’t say i’m not autonomous
a megaphone in one of us
singular synonymous
the butterflies don’t fly in form
first person plural and warm
two benches on the side
steps down to the sand
wind whipped eyes try tears
silent advice and years
restless on my side, help me
i can’t say i’m not afraid of this
an empty stretch without a kiss
“palpable” and meaningless
the butterflies don’t fly in form
first person plural and warm
he came straight clean with me
told me “honestly”
a life of strangle holds
never asked just told
restless on my side, help me
a dozen years in front of us
all behind has seemed like fluff
the muse i follow makes fun of us
the butterflies will fly in form
i’ll hold your hand every day it’s warm
help me to find me
help me to find you
help me to find me
help me to find you
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3. |
Bird of Black Fire
04:09
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ust an ordinary night
at the end of an ordinary week
i had some friends not show
someone that i wanted to know
i didn’t hear back from her
my prospects dipped under the line
but i don’t, i don’t need
to be, to be picked up
i don't want to search my soul tonight
it's not on my dance card
i'll fit in where the sound is tight
bird of black fire’s got to go
i don't want to search my soul tonight
i've changed up my radar
from hourglass in strobe light
scorch the street beneath my wings
just an ordinary girl
that i met on the train into town
was she my long lost love?
would i be below with her above?
her palm to my pocket
she slips paper into denim folds
9 digits now i own
i don’t need psycho analysis
what i need, i need tonight
is a friend, i’ve never had
and a place, i’ve never been
and a thing, i’ve never tried
just try to spread them wide
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4. |
Mist of Crystals
05:49
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eyes well up first time i saw
you shine your brightness someone else’s way
but i let you out
i needed to explore
you needed to know
is this what it’s for?
haze of diamonds, fog of sharp tacks
always seem so confusing
i should be able to quantify
but maybe it’s cloudy nature is what defines us
when we reconnect, it’s like getting your legs back
unsteady at first
full of pins and needles
overwhelming oasis, watching voice tones
we both can’t admit
we both feel like home
haze of diamonds, fog of sharp tacks
always seem so confusing
i should be able to quantify
but maybe it’s cloudy nature is what defines us
a mist of bright crystals, a mist of my crystals
if i wanted it to be, i would describe it like a
shimmering mist of my crystals, mist of bright crystals
if i wanted i wanted it to be, i would describe it like…
i won’t sew my eyes shut, if i see you walking
with your undivided, your undivided, undivided eyes
one of these days i’ll turn my divided eyes back on you
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5. |
Rick's Leer
05:27
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alone again
i've got the madman running
on empty
the treads are
falling apart
gone again
to the liquor store humming
of whiskey
i'm trading my life
for a lark
may we learn to know at last
that morning shrinks the evening past
and may we see in the sky at night
the shattered day in speckled white
lost again
and the sign that i'm under
i can't read
in the day
in the dark
round again
in circles i'm spinning
a bad dream
where i end
where i start
out the door into the snow
to and fro i'm last to know
as wide the sea as bright the sky
live the dream in time to die
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6. |
North of Bloody
05:34
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send my letters home
send my letters past me
i want to ignore
letters full of fury
i did not intend this
my mind wanders endless
never content for long
these places always felt wrong
i remember a time
i stared right past your climb
always wanting elsewhere
cold winds chillingly unfair
you and me we can pull out of this,
find a beach and bed and common focus
take it out on me
take it out on who you see
i deserve my failure
i deserve your view of me
if i put in effort
an effort meant for adults
you would live like royalty
and know my capability
what has been remarkable
what has been incredible
you gave me no cage
you gave me a place to be
it's my turn
i remember just as well
our own private bay, north of bloody
finding the height of how we fell
if there's more to it, i don't want to know
if there's more to it, we'll cut the city off
we'll cut the city off, cut the city off
we'll take things down, when all we had
was toes and sand...
my whole world's hand…
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7. |
Measure
05:21
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slow and gradual, but i’m getting there
her visage doesn’t pierce keeping me in
her messages don’t cause me to overexamine
i am the engineer, you’re not longer needed here
i have become my only measure
regaining control
i want it
to be mine
situated right it moves right
situated right it feels right
situated right it tastes right
friends are acquaintances
they don’t measure me
i am the engineer, no one else, not she
i’ll crush the future…away…
no abyss, no abysmal, no dismal display
i’m a measure
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8. |
Don't Mind Me
04:14
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she came over covered in tears
with a list of compounded fears
essentially, i covered my ears
don’t mind me
you’ve got your own problems to heal
don’t mind me
you’ve got your own reasons to fear
as usual, i pulled attention away
“what should i do?” is what i would say
i should’ve made sure you were ok
self-centered, i can’t help it
please ignore my approach
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9. |
Across the Obsidian Seas
00:45
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10. |
Awkward Wings
04:47
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our gods they mixed our clay
with shapeless flames of yearning
an empty sack of earnings
frictionless, the wheels keep turning
frozen fingers play the bill
as silent lips rerun the drill
steady now, it starts to rise
as awkward wings ignite their skies
they tried to find away
to witness the transforming
inside like locust swarming
their last and desperate warning
but throw your fist
and eat this kill
its sparks cast shadows
of the thrill
manuevering, we take their place
and glide across your empty space
hurry up, stop
and move apart
my god i think it's coming
super earth and sonic
a lethal tasty tonic
daily routine so moronic
a flash of brilliance lights the sky
the arc of fire taunts the night
will disintegrate the lie
that every day is prone in flight
hurry up, stop
disprove, restart
tap on the window
it’s not yet awake
fondle the trigger
you can make this mistake
tiny streams of daily light
million times a second sight
tap away our fingertips
ekg spurts and dips
we're meant to find our own way
a path is found, our fingers gray
maneuvering, we take our place
and glide across a crowded space
we'll end up weak
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11. |
Make My Day
04:57
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bad machines bad pirouettes
bad touching bumpers leave glass clusters and ghost busters
distorted metal scene cleaned
still leaves crosses, poems and weed
it smells like tears, empty beers and chance
maybe these machines weren't meant to dance
maybe these machines weren't meant to dance
but they sing
nonsense, the freedom! it makes my day
this action portal womb coaster covered in chrome
as the night slides past my moon roof
even the graves seem to wave and they laugh and they laugh
sand on the floor from the day before
umbrella, crow bar and a disc
blue fluid, oil, extra house keys
my second home this is
piles of files flutter with the fallen
on the way home pick up the kids
beware of drivers with airbag shiners
the forecast is rain lightening and risk
the forecast is rain lightening and risk
the pedal depresses beneath my feet
rubber grinds aginst the street
alarm as the two glances meet
with death watching
but no work for the man in black today
as lights change and the mechanical dance plays
until metal partner misses a step
until metal partner misses a step
until metal partner misses a step
with death watching
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12. |
Slow and Sound
05:40
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i don’t know why i had this dream
just the other night
it felt so strange
a sky of doves blocked out the sun
and solutions were clearly
out of range
i’m sorry, i’m sorry
i don’t know who i said that to
just the other day
it felt so real
have recent connections resumed a force that was neutralized
but now i feel
i’m sorry, i’m sorry you saw me
taking it slow & sound
taking it slow & sound
no one is keeping track or time
taking it slow & sound
i’m so glad the car broke down
just the other day
we had more time
to begin the process of patching up a hole i hope you too,
recognize
i’m sorry for your hard day
but it warms me to see your face
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13. |
Palillo
04:34
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i want someone to care
i need a person, a person to spare
i want someone to kiss me
i need another…to get the gist of me
a burning stick lights the way
driving the whole day
open baby
descending shells along the bay
she came to see me, a few minutes late
a casual friend of service, a glass and a plate
trying to dodge another, we hid ‘round the corner
suddenly eyes were locking, and lips soon after
a burning stick lights the way
driving the whole day
open baby
i need to see you every day
a fire is the beacon
burning in my belly
can’t nail down the logic
how can this compel me?
palillo ardiente!
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