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the math is off
03:31
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Stuck in the atmosphere
My math is just off this year. - Big zeros.
The crusade just doesn’t weigh
On the survey.
I guess I’m just lazy.
The dust settles on the shelf.
The alarm doesn’t phase me.
The death of my former self.
You sounded the battle cry
But I didn’t hear the bell. - Ring.
My pride has been swept away.
With another night and day.
I guess I’m just lazy.
A penniless wishing well.
The guilt is amazing.
A monochrome empty shell.
Come on, take a swing, don’t even pay the fee.
Seriously, I want more of the third degree.
I need to hear some more of who I ought to be.
Seriously, Cuz chances are… I agree.
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driftwood
03:55
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A horse of an old merry-go-round
Sleeps, on the ground. Dreaming of his time fastened down.
The light of an old video store.
Blinks seven more times slower than the year before.
Old man wanting aluminum cans, looks with his hands.
Gets a penny for all his troubles.
Young dog itchin’ fleas. Day is uneventful.
10 fleas ridin’ dog. Day is a lifetime.
To lay on the roof. One summer evening
A streak in the night. (10 million years old.)
A boy counting his syllables
out loud, is in love, writes a poem for girl above.
A clock’s minute hand fell on the floor.
When the heavy door closes. Hours pass. People bored.
The wind blowing hot sand in the eyes.
Of a desert man caused him to get lost in the sand dunes.
The curtain closes. Seats are all taken.
The curtain opens. The crowd is absent.
To lay on the roof. One winter evening.
Just wasn’t quite right.
We landed on a planet that’s red. Cold. Made of rust.
Lonely robots now pick up dust.
The salt water is rising these days..
The sky is falling down. Falling….
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Driftwood carried away. Returning a sea shell.
Seashell carried away. Returning a bottle.
Bottle carried away. Returning some wishes
Wishes carried away. Returning them answered.
Answers carried away. Returning more questions.
Questions carried away. Returning more
Driftwood. Endless. Driftwood. Endless.
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tea time, on a train
03:22
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Leaving on a magic train.
Go on. Go on.
Speeding through tunnels of the right brain.
Go On. Go on.
They're talking, but I don't hear what they say.
Go on. Go on.
They're staring, as if it were judgment day.
Go on. Go on.
I don't know their frame of reference.
I don’t see their point of view.
I’m kind of thirsty, hope the waitress passes by.
I wonder what my girl is doing?
I guess I'll need to call her soon.
Take the time. Take the time.
Shadows. playing theatrically
Go On. Go On.
Sunlight steps in just to referee.
Go On. Go On.
I can hear the whistle blowing.
I can see the rising moon.
I can feel the engine pulsing down the tracks.
Glaring at empty pages.
Wishing that I had the words.
Take the time. Take the time.
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4. |
alas, no youth
02:25
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Alas, no youth
Slightly disenchanted.
The scent of you - incredible
Walking with a dignity.
Always.
And my hands are tied, your move.
If you give me space, we lose.
If we shed our skin tonight,
Could we disappear, changing our identities.
Looking at your photograph
Reading old emails.
Speeding up my heart rate.
Always
And my hands are tied, your move.
If you give me space, we lose.
If we mix our energy.
Will it stay - remain
Running through my mind for years.
Haunting all the air I breathe.
Missed out opportunities.
Running through my mind for years.
Romanticized fantasies.
Spinning on a color wheel.
Running through my mind for years.
Always.
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5. |
the angels' dilemma
03:02
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(Humans - Mantra)
Angels are laughing.
Their humor – oblivious
The air that we breathe; we need.
It’s killing us.
(Angels - Mantra)
We can’t feel the rain drops
Falling. No choices.
Watch with a jealousy
Sing – your story.
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under the rug
04:50
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If you dance with the clouds
And speak of the flowers
Then everyone wants you around
If you lower your guard
And come join the table
Then everyone hands you the crown.
Can you bury your metaphors?
Candy coat the sermon.
No ideologies, please
Can you crawl on your set of fours?
Pain is predetermined…
Don’t diagnose the disease, please
Go on and sing a song
That your mother likes
Go on like nothings wrong
With you.
Sweep under the rug
All your suffering.
Pretend there’s nothing wrong.
Pretend there’s nothing wrong.
When you return to the village
Your story’s romantic
Give us a breathtaking fairytale.
When you pick up your paintbrush
Paint us a picture…
Leave out those other details.
Go on and sing a song
That your mother likes
Go on like nothings wrong
With you.
Sweep under the rug
All the suffering.
Pretend there’s nothing wrong.
Pretend there’s nothing wrong.
It’s awful.
But don’t turn the other way.
Turn the other way.
Turn the other way.
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7. |
the same line
03:27
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stop walking on eggshells
say what you feel
move it along
i've been dreaming in daylight
been trapped in my head
are you coming home?
closing the sutures, watching them bleed
reading the clock, won't you come home?
when i look at the time, it's pissing me off
why aren't you home?
wave the flag of surrender
you talk in your sleep
a penny for your thoughts
knowing the outcome
would you step down
down off your cross
you're not at home
i feel like i'm watching us die
i can't carry the loss
is this a home that we can grow
if we're not the pages
reading the same line once again
not the pages
reading the same line once again
not the pages
reading the same line once again
not the pages
reading the same line once again
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(unite in sarcasm and sing with us)
make trade free, steal coffee, own town
sell town cheap, make big money, drink it down
make trade free, (buy cheap) steal coffee, own town
sell town cheap, (buy cheap) make big money, drink it down
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they're taking an interest here.
so play by the giant's rule
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SUPPORT FAIR TRADE.
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9. |
rooftops
03:13
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10. |
the omnipotent fish
03:56
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In a forgotten home, through the broken glass
On a dusty shelf , In a pale blue room,
Sits a lonely bowl… An omnipotent soul in brown water.
Lost in thought, floating here and there
Has the world, hidden away somewhere.
The air bubbles rise whispering tales of his treasure.
We’ve not seen the kingdom he keeps.
We’re just passers by.
We’ve don’t see this mythical door
In his quantum endless sky.
Turning… Colors of deep reds and blues.
Nothing to lose.
No time here… Smaller than it used to be.
No guarantees.
We’ve not heard the song that he sings…
We’ve not caught his eye.
We don’t know his thoughts or desires.
In his quantum endless sky.
Turning… Colors of deep reds and blues.
Nothing to lose.
No time here… Smaller than it used to be.
No guarantees.
It’s like falling slow - Imprisoned by memory
An electric glow - Fulfilling prophecy
It’s the big unknown - Drawing it closer… closer.
No boundaries - Small, all in the same.
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11. |
grow
04:11
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grow...
tiny plant
lifeline
a voice unheard
under the road.
grow...
tiny plant
lifeline
under the road
a voice unheard.
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12. |
cotton candy
03:40
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