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effortless
06:21
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dust/fills my room/rising from my sheets/like water from a stream/and scatters the sun/i don’t wanna/see anyone//in the mood to wait/to watch the little black hairs/march across my face/when the words that i write/start to shrink/and recede/to my room/shut the door/start to think/it’s enough/to give up//but if i start complaining/you’ll think i'm stupid/and lazy/if i start complaining/can you please/forget?//i/sometimes forget/how it feels/to feel good/so i/shed my friends/like skin/and check the weather again/when something near the glass/makes me start to ask/why should i/leave my room/when there’s nothing/i can do//but if i stop complaining/i'll still be stupid/and lazy/if i stop complaining/can you please//if i start complaining/i'll become stupid/ and lazy/if i start complaining/can you stop complaining?
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femme
04:04
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crease your brow/like a paper airplane/throw it in the faces/of folks who don’t know your name/wander in the forest/green for purple purpose/to railroad you/safely to your grave//and as the clock kicks in/you’re staring at trees/to feel less guilty//shave my face/look like a woman again/take my life/don’t take no money/ feel no peace/without isolation/and i feel no love/when i'm by myself//and as the clock kicks in/ the sun is red-white-hot/and orange shapes move across/in a direction/with no meaning//and as the clock kicks in/maybe it was all a bad dream/and i’m staring at now-dead trees/and i know we’re guilty
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cut apart by time/cause i've never/been awake this long/i've never been awake/tonight//unrequited/in the quiet/willingly i wait for you/and youre nothing/with no reason/to dry out my face/into a smile
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the mobile interior
06:26
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lose to the night
05:49
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you don’t know/what you won’t show/but your bloody heart will try/to force you in to light//you know now/never to undo/is it enough/to remember/to eat, and drink, and die/you’ll cry/when you realize/you’ll lose to the night//to kill/is hard to avoid/reveal/the day is destroyed/if it’s not too hard to try/then give all your love to time//if it’s not too hard to try/then give all your love to time/and lose to the night . . .
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half man
04:50
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look in my eyes/voyeur of my soul/and tell me something that i don’t already know//hidden glances at flesh/another defect to fix//and i've been inside too long/sanguine, and swallowed/in the belly of my sheets//and nothing’s good enough for me/nothing’s good enough/studied glances at flesh/another defect//out of love/hide from me/close your blinds//holding out for somebody with the right eyes to see/my red/dripping blood/as swaying, green boughs of leaves//but everyone laughs at you/everybody laughs/regard expanses of flesh/it’s just a defect to fix//out of love/so hide from me/follow your blinds//out of love/stay with me/close up your blinds/and leave the lights on when you leave
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rain palace
08:45
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wait here/in grass/for clouds/ to grow/wait here/in thought/for words/to show//when time gets to moving/you won’t stay still/when summer gets too strong/the end comes on slow//wait here/in clouds/to wet/your soul//grow sadness like a pearl/the south wind blows/someday it all will change/the end will come on slow//pitch black windowpanes/10pm staring in/decide to stay alive/to atone/for being/alive// wait here/in grass/time now/to go
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drive my car/through your mind/feel my scale/in earth and sky/pink, orange, red/weave white thread/to veil your head/in haze and light//gray scud rises to hold your hands/you become real/as i peer back/silver roads/in wet sun/vales of blue/peaks of white//but when i go out looking for your love it’s not, not that i feel but something too hot//lean my head on your gray shoulder/let your lift/cloud my eyes/green leaves raised up eat the sky/bells of blue/pealing white/so drive the car of my mind/ feel so sick/cause i can’t find/any of the reasons why i stayed alive/but when it’s warm/man it feels alright//but when i go out looking for your love it’s not, not that i feel but something/when i go out looking for your love it’s not, not that i feel but something . . .
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A House, Floating In The Middle Of A Lake
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