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glom
00:22
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neam
04:50
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I can’t / speak / over / all these voices
Lock-jawed and unsympathetic
I’m pulling from all of my excuses
And for the sake of conversation
Can’t help but play the opposition
Collecting thoughts and not listening
Wait waiting to spew more opinions
My mind’s made up and I don’t care
My voice is louder that makes me right
Conniving lamb, there’s a shadow on you
Glass feet chip and crack with each step
Acting dumb, switching limbs, backing out this blackout
Stop! Choose your footing wisely.
Lock-jawed and unsympathetic
I’m pulling from all of my excuses
And for the sake of conversation
Can’t help but play the opposition
Collecting thoughts and not listening
Wait waiting to spew more opinions
Take take the weight in moderation
Withdraw me from consideration now
It’s all the same to me
I’m happy either way
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slanted
03:03
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I want, I want, I want a way to understand
yet at the same time
i'm happy not knowing
I’m lost, I’m lost but I know I’m here
feels unbelievable
oh no I’m wounded
The strange, the time, the way I feel
falls off another way
With Frustration or motivation maybe
I’d love for the place to feel this real
but I know we’ll never win
feels so familiar
and now I know you were born as a sign of the times
still seems so slanted
but by the time you read this I don’t think I’ll even care
I’ve turned around/letters running in reverse
I’ve blanketed/and tabled certain messages
A mess with fuzz/ we are not your enemy
It just seemed like a good idea at the time
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dredge
04:17
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And for the price of a single sentence
the feeling never stood still
Another ribbon around the curtain
I’m tired of slowing down
Way less Tell and way more Burroughs
Finally I got you in my sight
Breathing holes would’ve been nice
the fate sealing nails the lid tight
Trembling and quaking, mind racing
falling apart in a word
Nevermore a story soaked in flight and fury
I can feel the heat closing in
The heat is closing
I can feel the heat it’s closing in
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battre
06:14
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Stretch me I’m feeling tight
Straight into the open light
How do we know what’s real
How do we know what’s true
Your message is split tongue
With one hand here and the other off fighting
Not to fade, for no one else
For the living, dying aging out
I’m a lucky dog digging down
Falling all the way, in a long line waiting
I will love the one with the right mind running
They were waking down
For the other way, other way, other way
I can’t sleep
Knowing what I know
The countdown to blackout
Finally feel the weather changing ‘round me
Lightening strikes
From behind your eyes
But in the night the numbers fall to pieces
Better off in lonely lows
Further down the hole I’m digging
Stretch me
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pace
06:24
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Your dead eyes hit hard
Let love devour
Drooling down grief
Mouthing their lines, theatre burns
Wrapping ‘round the warmth
No intention to stay long
Edging the wave
Big hands are reaching out
On lookers look on look on look on
Splashing ideas, making their plans
It’s so beautiful to see you all together
They keep happening again and again the same old thing keeps happening, they’re happening again and again and now
I just remembered
Pigs fucking in Montreal
My hand was freezing because I insisted on wearing one glove
Dancing with the pressure
In the mouth of the wolf
Only those who never fight like to argue, who won and who lost
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inno
01:59
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youth
05:56
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Her heart sunk into the ground
Then shines against a country square
And gripped up by some insignificant hands
At 8 and 10 and 10 and 12 beware
And long rounded toes prying caps
Not morning headlines nor teeth
Unassured of uncertain uncertainties
The immorality of a bleached road
Tolerant to fight, tolerant to forget the world
Stopped by measures that are flattening
Between these words, between these words we sing
The ignorance of some stupid agitation
Simply holding on to wring
Slide your foot against the floor and mutter
The air is still like modern man
Dividing power in crowded halls
Covered and quieting the growing earth
Rugs are dropped and drapes are hung
Dripping coffee pools into the wood
She moans and knows the numbness flowing through her swollen tongue
A song is written on newly minted crowns
Tales of yore that mock and ignore
Recognize how they advertise
You’ve seen it all sometime before
The time approaches and its getting clear
Exactly just how it will all play out
Stains are written in the plan in between the year
Take the task and move it back, consumed by lust no doubt
And when her heart finally stopped sinking
The lights began to dim and shake
A buzzing hum soundtracks my thinking
The numbers placed in patterns keep us safe
And if I can’t get what I need
And I try and I don’t receive
Then I can’t imagine this is anything more
Than wished or make-believe
The loud voice has found me, she’s no longer in the dark
A red heart, a clean heart, a big heart, a huge heart
The egg will crack,
I’m so transfix with this beautiful piece of art.
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