1. |
End
02:00
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No more expanse to make the paper grave
Seem anything more than a future date.
All of the people gathered there to wait
For a stranger to speak on behalf of the body
On behalf of the man in charge,
still at large,
I salute nothing
in a vain attempt
to seem distanced
from injustice.
I got out
but then I fell right back in line
I got out
but then I fell right back in line
Flashing my teeth in stills adorning the walls,
I feel a panic creeping down through the halls.
A twisted figurine that's of my visage;
A reverse voicemail message threatening sin.
I saw nothing when I looked to the mirror,
but only 'cause, there was no light
I saw nothing when I looked to that mirror,
but only 'cause it was dark outside.
~
Dying on your own don't seem so sad
until you sing for the things
that your dream,
but didn't have.
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2. |
Wind
02:24
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When you've found the choice you've made
has led you lost
and brother's knocking at your door
let go of time
let space rewind
to sink a layer deep
a level just below the heat
my paradise beneath these feet
won't you come join me?
Walk the beach and let the sand release
the memory deep within your mind
I find that time
cannot surprise
these tired ocean eyes that guide mine
I smile
in love
and peace
In the flowing of the wind I feel myself again
In the flowing of the wind I feel myself again
The most gentle breeze to sweep me out to sea
I plead to know repose
from hate and human war
Demand it gone from us
don't resign to living
just because
to live it just because.
So what have you done to make it become this way?
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3. |
Woof
02:47
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Big bad woofer watch your haunches
somethings creeping up
and watching out
you better shout
when you get caught
I feel the needle in the stack
of hay you brought
Two by two I watch them walk in
Mary-Lou she's fashion stalking
through the leaves and things
hanging in the garden
I need to know if you won't show
so I don't keep waiting.
Past my point and prior to flight
Make my mind assign a new height
to sail around my faces overnight
I want a gallon of the same game
once again
my friends
Maybe you might know a little too much;
(Does it listen when you tell it to stop?)
Maybe you might know a little too much;
(Does it ever really feel like enough?)
Maybe you might know a little too much;
(Where do you start with no beginning?)
Maybe you might know a little too much;
Once Again
Big bad woofer watch your haunches
somethings creeping up
and watching out
you better shout
when you get caught
I feel the needle in the stack
of hay your brought
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4. |
Sun
03:05
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The beginning
The middle
The end
of it
The feeling
you're missing
something
in the mix
I know that the time goes much faster in deep thought
I made out alive then and found what I lost.
I told them I didn't,
I asked for a minute
Then let myself go as the tide came back 'round.
I've been staring at the sun too long today.
I favor the quiet
those moments of silence
I know myself
but when you're there, I turn the lights off
so we'll never see
again
I've been staring at the sun too long today.
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5. |
Crash
04:26
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Free in the trees
I've been feeling good as I should
Light shimmer right across my eyes
or let me sleep
I like to ride on the nice side of the tide
drift out to greet me if you can
I'd like to greet thee
Please yes and freeze
frame this memory for me
I finally feel at once
a different kind of peace
Swiftt gentle breeze
kick me straight in the teeth
or push me softly
just let me be
Cold crystal ball from a shopping mall told it all
in front of everyone you knew
and soon would meet
Got no luck from the draw
just had you feeling small or not at all
at least you had your dignity
Only curved along the spine
no wasted time
your paradigm
just came alive between the lines
throughout my life
'Cause I still think, once a week,
while I'm cleaning my sheets
of all the boredom and
collected catharsis
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6. |
Sand
03:25
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As it stands in the light
so it seems as it might
(And it was then)
If it's really true
does it make sense to you?
(that I did know)
And this means everything
to a king as he sings
(What it did mean)
Let it be as it's known
Let it be as it is
(to be anything)
Fearless Mate
Paramount State
(Oh won't you know, I?)
Hypnoengaged
Porcelain Face (in the crowd)
Tearless
(standing prouder than before)
Unleased
And Reconciled to say the least
(as you blocked us from the door)
I will last as long as you'll have me
[If known to us in essence then
expressed in messages]
When you pass you'll strike me from memory
[So tie the kites to kids
in exodus of the restless]
[(I hope you don't die before me)]
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7. |
Forest
03:02
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I know what's waiting on the other side
I'll share it for your soul in gold
I know what's waiting on the other side
or did they tell me not to talk this time?
For cryptic mystic
in control of the
body and mind
find time
explain why
To passersby
give them rhymes
and no lies or avarice
I must confess
the truth of it
the truth in this.
You wanted to feel
You wanted to be
You gotta be here
So what'll you do now?
I know what's waiting on the other side
I'll share it for your soul in gold
I know what's waiting on the other side
or did they tell me not to talk this time?
You wanted to know.
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Barometric Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Multi-
Instrumentalist
Junior-Transcendentalist
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