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Now You See Everything
02:55
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Don't focus on the light from the moon
Hold a candle to the trash in my room
You wrote a note that I can't understand
See, my fingers weren't a part of my hand
And the veil loosely covering my face
It fell down to the ground, now you see everything
You don't want to see me when you're not feeling good
So I try to rearrange in the truth of your words
You wrote a note that I can't understand
See, my fingers weren't a part of my hand
And the veil loosely covering my face
It fell down to the ground, now you see everything
I can't remember if I'm right or I'm wrong
When I try to gauge the difference
"You've been gone for so long"
Speaking words I chose not to hear
See, my head wasn't attached to my ears
Picked up the veil from the grass
I see nothing but black
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Animate Dust
03:27
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I want to take another chance to find another way
But I left, yeah I left
I want to take another chance to find another way
But I left, yeah I left
Lost in a game, we are torn by the same silent man
I will know but I won't understand
How sorry you are
I'm not looking for someone to blame
I want to take another chance to breathe the dirty air
But I left, yeah I left
I want to take another chance to see another day
But I left, yeah I left
One and the same, we carry the weight when we bleed
The blight in our flowering weeds
We are animate dust
It's all that's sufficient today
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Trust
04:02
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Too much consumption that trumps creation
So many images, obliteration
I could see how late the sun sets
But I'm installing new reality
Proliferate our new appendages
That relay all our new messages
So many strangers up on the beach head
Kicking sand on the driftwood
There's a child and a dog there
Drinking tea instead of coffee
In the morning in a friends house
Walls and Bridges chiming in again
Forget everything I know again
Separate absurdity to visualize and make me clean
It disappears to reappear
Remembering your absence
Trust heart of stone
Trust microphone
Trust Animism
Trust Barbituism
Trust the policy
And you won't tip the balance
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Is it really what you think?
Or is it just what you say you think?
When you're out looking for a fight, and there is no fight
You can't give what you take
I can't keep what you steal
I can't process what you push
Write the letter in red ink, in a pale white room
It takes a lot to change a mind
Is it really how you feel?
Or is it just how you say you feel?
When you're out looking for the sun, and there is no sun
You can't touch what isn't real
You can't describe the sublime
You can't force what isn't there
A simple armature of your ideal world
It takes a lot to change a mind
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Synesthetic Ephemera
03:49
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In a bed
Eyes are closed but I feel the floor
Leaves are dead
In my mind their full contour formed, coarse and gleaming
I see what I can't see
Soft delight
Yellow squares consistently
Tinge of spring
Ambidextrous and textural
Skill to fling
Bonded language describes the tree
Feeling human
Broken harness of sight divides
Leaves are dead
In my mind the full contour lies
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There's no one left to side with
Nothing left but paper on the wall
Leave the rent under the door
Maybe I'll see you around?
Pretty soon you'll let your guard down
Life will seems so easy for a while
Sneak a smile to a friend, sleep another night
Until your fear comes back again
Wake up with the lights on
A frame of understanding
Where do all the birds go in a freeze?
Check your email in a dream
Reality feels cheap
Brand new manic brain holder
An interactional equation I can't see
Holding back when I want to give
Forget what I need to say
Belief beyond routine, when I can't see you anymore
There's no one left to side with
Nothing left but paper on the wall
Leave the rent under the door
Maybe I'll see you around?
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Tangerine
03:28
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i'm afraid i'll meet infinity
The sugar cube, the laced veneer
Float above this tiny city
i see a house
i see a bird
An inventory of your memory
Is it still the same as yesterday
A simple useless allegory
My mist believes every lie
Possessing bright subderrmal beacons
Warding off the blurred attack
Eating crickets off windshield
My stomach full
My hair is combed
We all elected a new passenger
Who has a foot
But has no legs
If I drink, I die
I eat, I am fine
What am I?
it's so pretty what you did for me
it's so pretty what you did for me
burn every molecule inside of me
it's so pretty what you did for me
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Is it really what you think?
Or is it just what you say you think?
When you're out looking for a fight
But I don't want a fight
You can't give what you take
You can't keep what you steal
I can't process what you push
Write the letter in red ink, in a pale white room
It takes a lot to change a mind
Is it really how you feel?
Or is it just how you say you feel?
When you're out looking for the sun, and there is no sun
You can't touch what isn't real
You can't describe the sublime
You can't force what isn't there
A simple armature of your ideal world
It takes a lot to change a mind
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Sand Mandalas
03:30
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My voice is not my body
It's impossible to hold a voice
In between is where you found me
Did I win an advance?
Did I suffer a defeat?
'Cause I could sing a song of love that never happened
Heart crimes left uncommitted
My voice is not my mind
It feels impossible to think the thought
That I'm doomed to make my meaning
In the arbitrary aether
So afraid of what I can't see
When I finally let the thought die
Discarding dreams in every place I've lived
I'll remember you completely
Destroying sand mandalas
Colors drifting into air
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Impress My Memory
03:28
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Feeble person in the waiting position
Breathing air, elated to be blissful
Grab another chair, move it to the table
Look at the menu, we're all willing to be patient
Reflecting silver tip, an unexpected presentation
Did I wake up in this room?
Is it still dark?
Am I still dreaming?
Vapor from upstairs reminds me of reminding
Adjacent to the fact
That when I'm sleeping there's no harm done
Silent person with the giving precision
Kicking mud, distaste in disbelieving
It's good to back home
Hope not to give more than I'm getting
Impress my memory
I can't believe that I'm forgetting
Impress my memory
I can't believe that I'm forgetting
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12. |
Arranged Waves
01:20
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