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Ditty
00:43
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I don’t care what you’re gonna wear.
Just let me see or let me be.
We must go where we gotta go.
Everybody loves you,
hear them calling you by name
Watch us move into the room,
making scenes of pleasantries.
A little dance, now take the stance,
“Well, all these bland opinions,
how they’re sounding much the same:
rational dispassion vs. the sputtering insane.”
Had some fun, but now it’s done.
Take our leave; finally reprieve.
Till the next let’s give our best.
Step into the silence;
how we cherish the refrain.
Stumble down the sidewalk
with the wasted and the vain.
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2. |
Cut it.
03:04
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Time (we were in our prime)
Dilated
I was another kind of
Wasted
Cut it
Down
Cut it
Down
Shit orchard
Eyes (fixed on the fears of another time)
Dilated
Fixed on the hands that keep my hair
Braided
Cut it
Down
Cut it
Down
Shit orchard
Plied and pulled the branches from the vines
Shit orchard
Cider heavier than wine
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3. |
High Strung
04:59
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Alive, what was I supposed to do
Cinnamon sticks were on the postage
I never said I was high strung
Over or under on if I'd fucking kill someone
High strung
High strung
I comb
Every second piece of clothing
All the ghosts they knew
Confused
Destination left unknown
And no right to refuse
Don’t wanna go
Mending left exposed
Naked under all
Unbound something not supposed to
Rip through me, unprepared to play a host to
Sticks to my teeth, another cavity
Curdles the urge to speak
And just ask him to forgive me
Someone’s son
Someone’s son
got
Older and older
Older and older
And just wanted to be your champion
(how it goes)
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4. |
Swear
05:05
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No one to tell you where
I stare at the back of hair
And in the coming past
We grasp for the faintest task
Although we wished them well
they fell to the back of hell
So little left to bear
I swear
I would not compare
but as the task contracts
we mask
what we couldn’t ask
All that we once held dear
I fear
That it started here
The sudden never-ending sense
that they might collect
Along the wended way, astray
from the plan we made
And though the wake of day
So plain, I could not explain
There’s wonder in the sights of night
In a million lights
There’s wonders I don’t know, so lo!
I could not behold
And I can’t make it right
I can barely hold the line
But I can make the time
Hear me carry on the dime
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5. |
Future Tense
06:33
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imagine you remarry, two
families expand and go
on to displace
my favorite tastes
on holidays and summer breaks
perpetual january
unending yet temporary
i know, it bends
my common sense
And intercepts the future tense
[I know it bends
It burns and intercepts
The future tense]
More thoughts than I can bury
Pairs of hands, enough to carry me off
I feel a rush
I cannot fight
It’s all around
But out of sight
Decision, arbitrary
Sometimes wisdom, often varied with luck
It won’t add up
It’s not alright
It’s over now
It’s out of sight
Condition February
Another (kind of) equinox, in theory
it ends, it bends (It won’t add up)
the future tense (I’m not alright)
And tempers what light is
left (It’s all around, but out of sight)
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6. |
Different Fr.
02:14
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