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The Eclipse
06:02
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Of course I don't
Want harm to those
But sometimes, sometimes
Real touch only knows
Overshadowed
Underexposed
Short walk, open road
No trust or flow
Controlled, exposed
Real world won't hold
They won't connect later
Now is the only later
They won't connect later
Now is the only later
Hear now, this is it
Hear now, this is it
Hear now, this is the Eclipse
Be bold let them go
Hands heal and fortify bones
Foster zeal and sharpen cones
Don't let them forget home
Overshadowed
Underexposed
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2. |
I Found You
04:44
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I can recall the look on your face
before you even told me your name
Stepping sideways, pushed between people,
I made a joke as I usually would
Sarcasm thick, you shot it right back,
followed by some playful laughter
I wish I could remember
I wish I knew the details
I knew I wanted to talk to you after
I found you I found you
You bring me peace
It’s all so easy to do
Second conversation about the status of the speakers,
I think we both wanted something different
I might be exaggerating the dazzle of our discourse but
I think we both wanted something different
If the me now could talk to me then,
I’d tell myself to play this one right
But losing your contact didn’t stop me from bumping
into you on an innocent night
From the power of our passion to the clarity of our calm,
it’s like it’s choreography
One decision here or there would’ve destroyed our fateful geography
If the me now could talk to me then, I probably wouldn’t say a thing
I’d just sit back, sit back in the dark,
and watch while I bought you a drink
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3. |
Once
04:38
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You can’t tell me it can only happen once
You can’t tell me I’m not allowed to call it love
Either way, either way, either way, I’m gone
You’ve seen times when I was quick to disrespect
Opportunistic. Always postering for effect.
Either way, either way, either way, I’m gone
Easy bottom feeding. Never came here for a face.
It’s hard to imagine I’d meet you in this place.
Either way, either way, either way, I’m gone
Either way, either way, either way, I’m gone
I found someone who sets my blood ablaze.
It’s hard to imagine those light and shallow days.
Either way, either way, either way, I’m gone
I want you to be there on my final days
I want you to kiss me when I cast my final gaze
I want you to be there on the day I close my eyes
I want you to hold me close when I die
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4. |
No Plans
06:34
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n rolls the fog and I can just make out the rocks
Afternoon activities sojourn on the docks
I’m missing your presence but it seems like you’re here
I’m inhaling the present...exhaling the fear
Poignant words from a surprising source
Resonate profoundly with both pith and force
We can only decide with what we know now
We can only proceed the way we know how
I have no plans today
Snippets of conversation in the sand
Mostly of gossip, some of them more grand
I’m soaking in the sun, I’m soaking in the din
I’m thinking about someone who’s been where I’ve never been
Creating community doesn’t need to be so bold
Start with those around us and bring others into the fold
We can only make it better, we already know how
We can be in pure land on the spot we’re standing now
I have no plans today
It’s a very pleasing foray
To ease with a smile or a chat by the bay
Just saying it’ll be OK
Goes much further than ignoring our prey
So come back to yourself and pray
Or do whatever you call calming your mind and learning to stay
I have no plans today
I have no plans today
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5. |
This Approach
04:00
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I’m not used to this approach
Lying on the beach taking pictures of myself
Writing up a speech
Taking old words off the shelf
This must be what it felt like before
This must be what it feels like again
I’m not used to this reaction
Or even lasting satisfaction
I’m writing poems for nothing
And considering drastic action
This must be what it felt like before
This must be what it feels like again
You know that I am carrying some old weight
But just like that, it’s like giving it away
This must be what it felt like before
This must be what it feels like again
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6. |
Alongside
04:18
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7. |
As You Rise
02:41
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Captivated by your scent
Fascinated by your ascent
Captivated by your scent
Fascinated by your ascent
Alongside as you rise
Alongside, I’m mesmerized
Alongside, my head in your thighs
Alongside as you rise
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8. |
The Greatest Man II
05:08
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Singling you out is second nature
In a sea it takes my gaze
Only a few minutes to locate
A second that your face will be trained on mine
Our synapses must be conductive
Through blankets and hair and twine
You whisper that I always bring you pleasure
But the pleasure is all mine
He loves her
He adores her
He always speaks about how she’s his girl
With the greatest face
And the way he would kiss her cheek
And in May, there’d be blooms and peaks
And today
Collecting sea glass in a jar
A boat comes from the south coast
Organ grinder beckons us in
The end of the fog seems so far
Her sated stare as she tiptoed towards us
She won’t recall this cartwheel
Lying face up with one hand clenched
I’m sure I talked off her ear
Yeah, with that favorite face
And the way he would kiss her cheek
And in May, there’d be blooms and peaks
And the way, we’d love to speak
About the days, when we sang all week
And we played
And we played
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9. |
Cover for Me
06:46
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I don’t mind that you dropped me on my head
When I was 5, or was it 8, or was it 10
I don’t mind that you burned me with the lightbulb
And said it was an accident
How did you convince me to say I bumped my head
when they came home and my eyes were red?
I guess my little head hated to fight
Bowl cut hair over watering eyes
It might trouble to leave us alone
Cuz I might burn down the porch of our home
It might dangerous to leave us be
Cuz I might burn a mouthpiece to the pot of tea
Always the innocent one, never doing wrong
You broke them in and I sang them a song
You covered for me when my cover was blown
You covered for me when my cover was blown
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10. |
Calm My Sleep
05:52
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Two hours past, 2 miles past
Breathing, staying, I was calm
But it continued and the clowns complained
My efforts were collapsed in vain
I tried to calm my sleep but I just can’t
I woke you three times with my skin slick
I thrash when I switch sides to feel the fan
But my patience and my breath just won’t stick
Your patience is an inspiration, you never complain
Massaging my logistics, my love, and my brain
Silently assisting and not clamoring for credit
When my fuse is shortened you tell me not fret it
We both try to follow this path
A mindful way is well within my grasp
I try to be as patient as I can
I try to make myself a better man
Once I’m able to embrace this loss
We can marvel at how our paths have crossed
And now my way is not only mine
The mazes and clearings, we’ll trek them in time
You try to calm my sleep and I know that you can
We’ll wake and assume our perfectly fit spot
I’ll ask you what you think without moving my mouth
Your hand will tighten and you’ll make the tiniest sound
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11. |
Clear Seas
04:33
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Don’t cover your face with your hair
I want to see...
...You worry too much that your makeup will reveal what
I see as beauty
and I see as clear seas
and ideas of purity
and I want to see these things
Don’t try to distract with your mouth
Or try to offset with your words
The clarity of your eyes
The charity of your smiles
Don’t hide your charm with a joke
You know they’ll love what you spoke
Your meaningful thoughts are gold
Your words a wonder untold
High seas and exotic cheese
Southern keys and 23s
Being peace and giving trees
Begging to please and receiving tease
Trying to ease the suffering please
17s and 23s
17s and 23s
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12. |
Common Sense
04:24
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There’s not enough space
Not enough room for silence
The conversation cannot lull
No time to ponder or mull
All we need in a fake town
Consistency and a costumed clown
Narrowing palettes and pontificating fools
Germ killing gel on every molecule
I crave space and silence
Or a muffled breath and a hum
Isn’t that where we came from?
Common Sense should be enough
Don’t be so intense, let them be rough
Red kites to fly
Instead of buttons and screens
There’s more to learn in the trees
Than in those attention holes
There’s something for everyone
But it’s so uninformed
That it make unbearable chatterboxes
Out of the well-meaning
I want air and calm conversation
I want to feast on what I touched
Why does simple seem like asking too much
Why does simple seem like asking too much
Life in a strip
Enclosed in the snow globe
With no snow and no glow
From any gathered fire
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