1. |
Stillborn Avocado Pit
04:21
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In the palace of falling leaves,
I went down there by myself.
I could see the light,
but I couldn't smell the forest.
And the beacons were all absurd.
It's so strange coming up for air
to search for the one who doesn't know
that you're a fading grey
dancing on a rainbow.
They just feel that you're a whole.
It's not the way I read the shore's announcements
or the way I think about my own actions.
I take comfort in a salty box,
even though fruits are birthed from sideways darts.
Every night, the sun goes down.
And I go out for another round.
It seems the world is hanging from an open door.
And I don't take for granted that you're beautiful.
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2. |
Horizon Glaze
02:09
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What good is the sun
If it destroys the moon
And what good is the moon
if destroys the sun
The flavor was empty,
It happened to soon
The wrappers were melting,
I left them with you
Oh silence in sorrow
Where lovers do meet
The wilting enigma,
The flavor repeats,
If I dare come closer,
I will find an air
An emblem to go by,
a hydraulic chair
And if there is something
Around that brings forth
The wavering sentence
The pangs of the north
I won’t leave you hanging
I hope to not fall
As dust shakes the reverb,
The waves of it all.
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3. |
Possibly Falsetto
02:05
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It was in the beginning,
I could see you waiting
You were there on a solitary beach
I could find myself in the quick of it
Several hours and days passed,
every hour is only a cast,
but if you find me in my apartment,
look at my fingers; they're wrapping around it.
You would never know the sky if you chose it,
I would never know the ears if I froze it,
bu you have an emptiness that crawls inside,
you're hiding but I can see your face.
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4. |
There are the Sights
02:54
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several weeks passed and the jurors came to say,
never could you see the face of the modeling clay,
if you look at her you'll see the passing clouds,
you'll find its own truth never with a doubt
there are the sights,
there are the doubts,
seemingly aloof, the shoe is never found.
several anchors, in a sea of pearls and weights,
it's an assembly line, but you can always wait.
who will say to you if you can keep it going,
what you're doing is so hysterical
?
there are the emperors,
there are the sidewinders,
there are the miniscule chambers
there are the sights,
there are the doubts,
seemingly aloof, the shoe is never found.
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5. |
Curved Valor
01:48
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a prison and a garden in the same storybook, rusted metal in this garden,
tire swing wrapped in a delicate portal. if it is night, where will i be as the sand
rushes back and forth amongst the ones that affect it?
all of these little trinkets are enhancements, or a stretched out candle flame,
purging different times, somehow transcending the shingles. and i do not even wink at their presence.
saying, "i will find my gliding sparrow. the water is thin but so is the concept of time. hence their efficaciousness,
invisibilty weighs heavily on sight." and i can't measure the waves, only knowing that in their presence i pass under
the gaze. a petal, staying inside the house, does its best not to wilt.
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6. |
Flowering Game
04:23
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And ships are sailing in a horizontal pattern, pinpricked by what they know and time-centered sayings. Letters written at
dawn's sweeping break, people suddenly remembering them still at breakfast. Every coloration of effort cascading into
diluted music, ony to be resurrected as the most valuable things. We'll return with callused hands, yes, that is the only way
we may no selection is no mere direct connect to tunnels. The house stands at night, one construction in space is part and
parcel of another, but even they know this. Tables and chairs, all with the central beehive making known its relevance as we
ache. The rest serves as a made of honor, and tongues lap in fusion with our doubt. Lest we forget, we paid for this. The aid
comes fully dressed in paper, dented socks and bags of water. I watched the aid recede over time. And even now, the
recession of movement still strikes me, still- active cultures in the lesser known skies approve of some fiber I appropriate in the
night. if only I could let you in, the amoebas in the soccer fields would emerge and suddenly the drawers could be categorized.
Yet time and time again I see fear in a blinding cloud of light, saying my rest is needed, a space is needed, the rake brought
home a treat for you. And I accept this echo with pride. The features of the lawn remain intact.
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7. |
Seedcramp
01:54
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Always could I see it in your eyes,
always could you see it in my face.
Never knowing the cause and effect,
you always lept right into the sunrise.
Always pondering the seeds in storage,
I never thought that it would take so long.
So I walk down this road,
don't you know it's the only road I know?
And these fences are so repelling;
don't you know that you could see them away?
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The tubes they are just hanging out.
He said he'd be here soon.
Well you know what that means,
the old road will be renewed for you.
They gave me a collection plate.
I swallowed it all up.
I thought it was the wisest thing
to eat and just let go of.
Teeming with the underdogs,
I go about my day.
The water is all industry,
but I still believe in clay.
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9. |
Pit Stop
03:51
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When it flashes,
you need not be certain.
When it flies over the chimney.
When it takes its time,
and when it runs its course,
it's all a game to me.
To say it's universal
might give you a toothache.
The past is still unwritten.
You'll have to rely upon this gift that you've been given.
This isn't what it seems.
The crossroads become your archery.
I can't tell you where this road might lead.
The statues and the masks they're like a diamond and a half.
And you must say this repeatedly.
All my intuition, spent it in a restaurant.
I can't believe it's true.
I just might expose myself
to all of the ears of those
who see it as my youth.
But I see you there,
sitting in an armchair,
with your feet up on the grass.
The reasons I will become
part of this, I must go on,
the building isn't in my eyes.
And this is the only
populated city that I could keep
inside the empty shell.
I'll give this to you in my hands.
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10. |
Chillwave
01:36
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cup wobbles in my hand,
the shrub is just a shrub.
picture a bearded man
in a green valley, leading nothing
and having no one notice.
or haystacks painted on the family china of
the world seen from transport, ash of your last.
image of you on an upward bound escalator.
unlit candles that sit, beaded visits to stores,
and a lot of space not even negotiating
the breeze, the hands at the pit stop.
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11. |
Wavering Advice
02:24
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All of the weathervanes,
they crack so precisely.
But lucky you,
you'll never know
the shadow of their shape.
You could look
into the eye
of the storm
and see the world beckon.
You console
the plates of meaning
that you have found.
Silly and aloof,
I stand by the kitchen counter.
Shapes of light send thoughts to me,
but you have larger weights.
If you ask for my help,
I'll send a finger to the moon
and trace the odds that dignity
will return to your door.
Sameness and illusion
do persist, but there is fusion.
Don't look into water eyes
that tell you you are wrong.
If there is something that I could do,
skies might forgive me
if I see the strength
too soon.
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12. |
The Wheel and the Loom
00:59
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the moon is like an empty shell
we never wanted to fall like this
empty my pocket, surface noice
erupts like a dagger in the sorcerer's stone
little menagerie finding its way
into the realm where children do play
bent like a twig the message was sent
never forgive us before time is spent.
and in the window you see
the person you thought was me
carriage inside the empty room,
here is only the wheel and the loom
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