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Winter, Withdraw
03:50
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At the black center of my thoughts I plead,
“Winter, withdraw,” and I decide
I’ll boldly no longer feel the deep cold
I’ll only look to you
Do you even look at me?
What would we even be if not a part of this city?
Entangled in deep tunnels that lead
to the deadbolt lock of our hovering box
The light refracted again and again
With the brightest tension
The fifth dimension folded back with loaded guns
Revealed its pact and pointed down vowed we’d dance
So holding breath and holding hands
Its splitting breadth and scathing rants
that pull and stretch at what we’d deepened
And when all that we built threatens to spill
in a puddle on the tracks, sleepy stranger staring back
What a clumsy refraction
What an awkward expansion
Quite a sight to be seen
When what you were expecting a girl of nine reflected
Placed a skirt upon her head and said,
“Now a woman I’ll precede
Flowing hair, flow behind me
From the glowing inside
Through the growing divide
Will you please provide a cloudy feeling I can ride?"
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2. |
Rear View
02:46
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Deep in the swirling space where my body and the world collide
Focused only on how to find a volume knob and turn it down
Way, way down
As the stars recede from the moon when it’s full
do I always with you all feel with you all alone
And in this kind of vacuum
where I, passive, let them drive
this song always creeps inthen in
the rear view I catch you try
Try to catch my eye
O, to worldly flipping
O, the sudden flood
O, to sealed seams ripping
O, the rush of blood
Where I find myself sipping at the consequent mud
Where I find myself tipping, where I find myself stuck
And in this kind of vacuum
where I, passive, let them drive
this song always creeps in
then in the rear view I catch you try
Try to catch my eye
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3. |
Ode
02:37
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Dallas, TX soft and clean
endless climbing, a puzzling dream
There I stood on the divide of desire and admiring deep as a well
and I’m staring there still
at the black, purest water black
only shown to be there by the moon shining back
Keeping close tabs on my hands
like a goat on a moving truck bed
trying desperately to stand on scrambling hooves, to get stuck in your head
But I’ve been losing myself in between t-shirts and dresses
I’ve been losing myself
in the black, purest water black
only shown to be there by the moon shining back
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4. |
I Get You
02:09
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A jagged piece of metal
keeps the world out with a twist
We descend step by step, I nearly trip
A scratchy glove encompasses my wrist
The warmest grasp, our fingers in a twist
I grab your hand, hold onto it like a rein
We travel miles or turn onto Avenue 8
Our world is violent, overgrown with fear and hatred
You can try to carve your own space
for somebody louder to just take anyway
But I get you Do you
get me too?
Because I want to
Do you too?
Now I’ve found a soft clay spot to nest in
Now I've found a soft clay spot too
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5. |
Beast On Beast
04:08
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When you go off into the air you can’t help but become
a floating poem, a concept tangled up in some kind of star stuff
A “hello” from a pair of lungs
I left Oregon on a cloud of hope
that once we were gone the time would move so slow
Life would be long enough to get to know how to get on
But the seams are worn with threats to open up
I was never made of stuff tough enough
I’m just beast on beast stacked upto the sky
with the bottom ones sinking into the mire
You’ll find a song for everybody I have ever touched
but stones unturned cover up how a blood river runs into some far and blurred beyond
But the seams are worn with threats to open up
I was never made of stuff tough enough
I’m just beast on beast stacked up to the sky
with the bottom ones sinking into the mire
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6. |
Eyes For You
03:06
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I know I just can’t help it
I wanna gather you up like a king-sized blanket
or scratch you to sleep like a kitten in a droopy heap
Your dumb head calls out to me
when I just need to touch something
Suddenly, the bubbling beneath, beneath
You look up and all I see: trees, a sea of green
You look up and in a burst my whole body is covered
in the densest forest
Should I be embarrassed
because I know you can see it?
Or should I just love it?
Or are you just above this?
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7. |
Body
02:53
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My ship rides harsh waves
You watch me juggling my heavy love and disdain
I judge me harshly, ridiculously
The journey’s hard but it’s okay
When you said to me,
“Man, this world is full of possibilities,"
Were you talking to me?
Were you talking to me?
I’ve got this body
this body without basic benefit of the doubt
I watch you treat me so delicately
but if I fall I deserve it
When you said to me,
“Man, this world is full of possibilities,"
Were you talking to me?
Were you talking to me?
My body just might be a temple, okay
but I spend my days trying to wish it away
I look through a hole in the hagstone and see
the flick of the butterfly’s wing that changes everything
When you said to me,
“Man, this world is full of possibilities,”
Were you talking to me?
Were you talking to me?
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8. |
Vignette / Lesson
02:57
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Had a thought, you were face-down in a pool
Dead man’s float
I was calling out to you
Suddenly the water drained and revealed your form
I could finally see what was capturing me
What your ankle was caught on
Something no one else could see
Something from inside of me
I found out that love is a bubbling spring
and if you can resist the urge it brings
to take a dip, to plunge your entire body in
to ruin it with salty skin and then get cold
or get sick of it
To dry off, part from it
Or you can forever sip from it
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9. |
Capable
01:04
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It’s easier to just disintegrate into dust
and be spread out by a gust
speckle the mountain tops
I’ve got a ripe bubble, precocity immeasurable
and I’m a mess, that’s for sure
but I am not even capable of what you think you saw
The world is more complicated than just to be good or hated
I wish I’d done something wrong so I could say I’m sorry
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10. |
Tour Mate Sex Dream
02:40
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A tour mate sex dream, haha
you know what I mean, I ought to know
When each thought that you think has to rise to the surface
Has to push through the skin, just crystallizing
My compass facing you, I unfold to the sky
Feel a disjointed prayer rise,
“You can take a girl out of the city
You can make some concrete home to a lily
Take a seat, skyscraper, or you’ll meet your maker
in the heat of a moment you’ll much regret later”
A tour mate sex dream, haha
you know what I mean, I ought to know
My roots long to grow deep so toward you
they reach, chestwardly extended
Heavy-handed, awkwardly, an apology
the sharing of a dream deflected
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11. |
When I Felt Giving
03:50
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Looking down at what I’ve lost
and what I’m not receiving
The sun shines down upon all I’ve ever given
But I can’t even find an ounce left
to remember what it was I felt when I felt giving
I tried to give you something
but I took it instead
Something I didn’t want or even know that I had
And I guess you’ll find it easy enough
to feel you’ve lost the fight
when you’ve always been a sinkhole for love and a vacuum for light
I have watched you face in every direction but this way
and I have watched your flame burn every bridge but the one that leads right here
Like a bat in a tree camouflaged like a leaf
From the floor to the stage I was the only one watching
Do a dance in the passenger seat
Hate yourself for every movement of your body
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12. |
Arrival
02:43
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The road forked before me
Left: long, black
Right: sanctuary
The softest softness stretching
held up against how I’ve been living
Here’s that sound I know
The yearning of the crow for his foreboding
arrival to be joyful
I reached out and touched peace
How she spread through my whole body
humming light, gentle subtleties
but at last I had to draw away
The ringing of the street resonates with me
My shoulders only know how to bear the weight of
That sound I know the yearning
of the crow for his foreboding
arrival, to be joyful
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