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Potential Energy
02:30
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sacred soil I'm slowly sinking in
sentiments and exoskeletons 😉
they collect and justify my roots
I could sure impress you if I wanted to
seedling evenings
planted underground
pretty tongues would fail to dig me out
trade your comforts in for foreign loam -
I'd do better growing you a greener home
*~herez a toast 2 making enemies
herez 2 feet in tha ground
If this garden could disseminate growth
I'd shut my mouth - nary a sound~*
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Carpet
03:39
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cigarettes and catharsis
ground into the carpet
he tried to clean it but his feet got in the way
some one upturned the ashtray
saturday or a monday
the linearity is just beyond my reach
and *~life is but a dream~*
maybe I was six-or-seven-teen
just the other week
waiting for pure certainty
or a reason to leave
in a lattice of sunlight
feeling absent of insight
he immediately sunk into routine
😉 posturing with an old crutch
scowling with a soft touch
quelling the panic til the days turn into weeks
and *~life is but a dream~*
maybe I was six-or-seven-teen
just the other week
waiting for pure certainty
or a reason to leave
halting production at the factory across the street
left broken windows frozen every mouth a paralyzed scream
then it occurred to him
that spending an eternity perfectly silent would be easier than industry
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3. |
Naturally
05:06
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running late workaday
i found my place but i lost it
improving my posture 😉
suffering a slow defeat
surrender comes through in a handshake
stutter through your birthday
there was a story of panic and glory
but now they separate
inaction, unending distraction, embracing what you hate, etc.
Oh, to be lost among the weeds!
To sink my teeth into anything I please!
Motion with meaning where meaning is wordless and purpose singular!
All constructs dissolving to grace that will leave us as we were!
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4. |
Hang In There Buddy
01:50
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carpet
emerging from the dirt
buttoning his shirt
cast adrift
stomach swimming
skull full of sinkers
reaching
toward a closing door
adhering to the floor
*~blessed is he that cuts the check~*
while i'm cutting my losses
patient debasement
put to use when i have the proof
dare i spurn the rotten fruit
captain and the crew
seedlings
closed circuit daydreams
locked in the basement?
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5. |
Central, Golden
03:44
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casting off - so it seems -
the dogs and cemetery leaves
chasing cars through the street
indebted/bending to the breeze
out from underneath
the pressing down and the heat
sepulchres in the stream
casting shadow
refusing to sink
slow unfolding
central and golden
slow unfolding
central and golden
line unbroken
love unspoken
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TRTL PWR
00:47
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the sun was sinking as I screeched into the drive
♫"Ain't it good to be alive?"♫
...well...come on, ain't it?
I was spinning on my back, I pulled my limbs inside -
that's when no 1 gives a fuck if u r painted :/
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7. |
Shoe
01:59
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rationed empathy in an unmarked box tucked under the tree
spent/delivered overseas
orders from above
sanctified, surveil in love
scale/beloved under thumb
burning effigies when it's past last call and you’re spilling your drink
chemical complicity
wholly bathed in light but you skepticize and push it aside
gr8 2 kno u kno ur rite ;)
bound in vision, across town
she softly sets a bottle down
fallen oak trees highway bound
crashing cars without a sound
i scrape u off my shoe =)
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8. |
Cordless Telephone
04:15
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sick of waiting
irradiated
spirit
burn bright
a thousand taillights
Jesus Christ will revisit her
through cordless telephone
she will answer in ignorance
her exit dialtone
while the seagulls dine on trash
and dance atop a black, unholy lake
she will hunt (and peck) for a sweeter pill to take
iwantineedirosarybeads
goodbookgoodwordnotonethatiheard
Jesus Christ will revisit her
through cordless telephone
she will answer in ignorance
her exit dialtone
while the seagulls dine on trash
and dance atop a black, unholy lake
she will hunt (and peck) for a sweeter pill to take
so she rolled her eyes and drove away
Honda Civic painted tombstone gray
so distractible as if to say
surely this could not be judgment day
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9. |
Circles
04:59
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cop cars
circle
the townie bars
I pretend I know who you are
northbound
salem
interstate
narrow passage
quiet escape
sundress
16
safe and clean
slept through
summer
brighter things
cop cars
circle
the townie bars
I pretend I know who you are
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