1. |
the slow
02:44
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mind if I take shelter for awhile
simpleness and self found in this mile
contour of the land remains the same
no resonance with illness thoughts or blame
mountains here weren’t made just in a day
if my bones are dirt, my skin the sage
comfort in familiarity
fall into patterns of memory
dread for the slow won’t consume us in the end
circumstance led me to you again
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2. |
I go
03:56
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is everything bad?
I wonder if the moon knows
how much will we have
before we feel grateful?
I don't have to ask
for the right folks to hold me
though the sky up here seems black
starlight in your eyes will show me
and if I go would you be lonely
and if I go would you follow me dear
and if I go would you be lonely
and if I go would you follow me dear
I forget how it sounds
with all these people around me
we would listen for silence
growing up in that valley
to think if I could
capture something about that
old particular silence
you wouldn't take it for granted
how do you cope with the bad and the good things presently?
is the feeling of smallness, of floating in space threatening?
do you see the meaning of this?
after us there will be darkness
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3. |
fixation
04:23
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there you are
road stretched before you
unseen mile after mile
question if you're headed home or just left it
their eyes linger in your mind
wake up gasping
how long till this fades?
will they nurture the parts of you that stayed?
do ya have a lot on your mind?
or is my brain just fooling me
when you're seen by new eyes
your thoughts eclipsed by leavin
through them you know more about your heart
on the rooftop laughin
how could one thing keep away the dark,
and without words express what could've happened?
to coexist when it all falls apart
to exchange softness
how much of you is really them?
and when you leave who emerges?
do ya have a lot on your mind?
or is my brain just fooling me
when you're seen by new eyes
your thoughts eclipsed by leavin
this is not the end
not just my fixation
do ya have a lot on your mind?
I have a wanting heart
this is not the end
not just my fixation
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4. |
genetic memory
04:15
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brother, will you let me hide behind you?
will you feed your polished truth?
brother, beware my heart and my mind,
dualities plague our kind.
you’ll wake up to find me
blindly
protecting the salvage,
hollow effigy.
projections of apathy run deep,
figured hereditary.
silence, ancestral enemy.
just how far does memory go
written in our genetic code?
corporeal experience shows
distances our bodies don't know.
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5. |
fried bologna
03:45
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butter in a hot pan
wonderbread in little hands
what more could I need
growing up on fried bologna
and when I am
full there is a
freedom that I
have
I wanna own
one of those million dollar homes
signify to those without
we have different things to care about
can I let the light in
reveal the things you’re hiding
convince me I’ll grow
behind boarded up windows
tell me I’ll be
safe when breaking
in to our own
home
I wanna own
one of those million dollar homes
signify to those without
we have different things to care about
if I owned
a million dollar home
abandon the little kid with out
beneath me are things she cares about
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6. |
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peter is moving back to san diego today
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7. |
soft
04:01
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I've never seen my skin look like this
blue in the wrist and the yellow
hospital lights and you in my mind's eye from one hundred miles away
can you fathom perpetual machinery
finally failing me now?
lapse of judgement,
wounds I feel cauterized,
heartbeat on the screen before my eyes.
how do I remain
soft when I don't want to feel don't want to feel?
excavate your brain,
fossilized affections and atrophied confessions.
I remain
soft when I don't want to feel pain.
the most that you'll speak is within my dreams,
subconsciousness gifts your love to me.
I want to see you the moment the lilac blooms,
staring past that purple hue.
can you fathom forcing domesticity
living in that fabricated dream?
lack of judgement,
“Was I too slow” this time?
tell me “did I change overnight?”
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8. |
frankie
05:01
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had to take her art off of the walls
emptiness reminds me I’m not whole
and I can’t bare being lonely anymore
just you and me now, sorry to say
she’ll walk on you the weekends but you know it’s not the same
now I’m the only one to clean dog shit out of this too-big apartment
so what are we gonna
what are we gonna
what are we gonna do
what are we gonna
what are we gonna
what are we gonna do,
frankie?
at least the 9 to 5 will keep me sane
maybe I’ll see that girl again who always orders the same thing
she might notice me this time if I suggest oat milk over almond
I scheme a plan to get her in my door
frank needs walks and I need love what more are women for
who believe in kindness easily and wanna hang out with my cute dog
I ask if she would please take off her shoes
I apologize and say I’ve got no beverage to offer you
only one thirsty person here the other one’s here for my cute dog
so what are we gonna
what are we gonna
what are we gonna do
what are we gonna
what are we gonna
what are we gonna do,
frankie?
have you ever imagined something before it plays out?
you can tell when a person
is in or out
my frankie seems to know
he’s a good judge
you might be the missing piece of us
uneasily she says she has to go
I open my arms, think to myself ‘you’re fucked if you say no’
and after you leave I’ll start a portrait of her for my wall
so what are we gonna
what are we gonna
what are we gonna do
what are we gonna
what are we gonna
what are we gonna do,
frankie?
that’s what ya get for always being nice
can’t ya see
the idea of you fits so squarely in my life
so glad you were born sometime during my first year of high school
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9. |
kuna
05:35
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expect me to come home late tonight
I will try to be quiet
cuz when you’re young you lose track of time
of course you remember, of course you’ll hide it
accepting this will disintegrate
the more we’ll lose if we fight it
the trains out here still run on time
in the sound of us laughing, we’ll be reminded
suddenly you’re gray
can’t deny that you lived the years I spent away
fabricated memories of a consolation brain
antibodies for inevitable pain
I’m guessing I need to snap out of it
it went by, I was behind it
still see in you a certain light
what’s forged in the fire remains ignited
suddenly you’re gray
can’t deny that you lived the years I spent away
fabricated memories of a consolation brain
antibodies for inevitable pain
and when they’re gone, assure me I’ll find
their voice in my laughter, their thoughts on my mind
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10. |
robins in the ash
03:27
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what you keep from this world
you will never touch
an open hand and a broken heart
you'll live to see
the world fall apart
but the soil gives freely
well there's grapes on the vine
and squash on the ground
and the apples near the river
nearly ready to be found
and leave it to me
to entangle my heart
in a place never mine
and the robins in the ash leave
long before the earth was warm with sunlight
there are sheets on the couch
and lights on at night
and the danger in the mirror
you've not the age to realize
and leave it to me
to entangle my heart
in a place never mine
and the flesh where you grew me
removed to ensure the length of your life
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