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Love 2 Love U
02:46
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Birds chirping the devil laughter
Climbing light right to the dawn
In need of the seed the dirt is after
If you want me, let me know
I would love to love you right like no one’s ever done me wrong
two of a feather met each other at a party, hunky after the show
Tongue and lips, they love to flatter
Like the nicest guy i know
Thought I saw through the work of the actor
Now the glass is shattered on the floor
I would love to love you right like no one’s ever done me wrong, i sing and sink in
Two of a feather snub each other at a party, hunky after the show
Oh, was it the hour on the clock
lethal beacon of hope changed the rate of the wavelength
a flock in the storm, collision clear as daylight
caught up in the throes,
The plight of the red in the throat,
Laid out like the crow failing on the inside
Draw lines on the glow, see it from the outside
To cut down the toll of the indiscriminate window
I would love to love you right like no one’s ever done me wrong, I sing and sink in
Two of a feather lose each other at a party, hunky after the show
While lost in a thought that I had
Under the dirt the seed did grow
Let the rain on the roof become the soundtrack
whether with them or alone
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2. |
Swallow
03:06
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We swallow down
Sunrise can’t come fast enough
I’ve been breaching for the weekend nights
For some sign I’ll find
We could waste some time
Hollowed out or within light
We can waste some time
Wander aloud at the swells in tide
Have I been searching in the sea and skies
For someone or someone to follow
We can waste some time
Won’t wallow now in wrong or right
We can waste some time
Laugh in the face to feel alive
Does burden rest in body or mind?
Bottom out and leave behind
We can waste some time, swallow down
Laughing in the face of nothing another time, to strive to feel alive
Pull the rabbit out of the hat not just once or twice, there’s charm in the third time
At the end of the day I’ll say my last words, the moth toward the light
I will take a leap off of, instead of die upon the hill that’s idolized
Laughing in the face of nothing I create to strive to feel alive
Pull the rabbit out of the hat not just once or twice, there’s charm in the third time
I will take a leap off of, instead of die upon the hill that’s idolized
At the end of the day do we have a choice, the body or the mind
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3. |
Hothouse Flower
03:48
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Hot house flower
Reaching high
Power coward
You tell me, who chooses wrong and right
Deep beneath the cover with what you seek, start to teem
Would you find another if another way was what you thought you need
To taste your feed
Hothouse flower
Power coward
Choose to set a fire or opt to be a rider that brings some peace, patiently
You could peep the struggle of another if you ever even leave your heat; your make believe
Come to jesus moment in your beloved “busy ignoring you” Tee
Some sweet relief
dance with dandelions, all earth n’ no confinement
When we agree to let ‘em be
Hot house flower, reaching high
Power coward, we all bleed alike
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4. |
Blue Car
05:22
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You see me now and I’m feeling strange about last night
The car would not turn, feeling like I can return
Time goes by and I see you again at my friends’ apartment
Out on the fire escape, something that cannot wait
Quarter the folding half, I see that I am all I have
From the bottom edge of a jar, in the distance a blue car
You always call when I get the thought that makes me fall
No words betray no thoughts, feeling in every drop
Feeling your joy loosen until it’s desolate
The sides begin to split, a little calming fluid
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5. |
Laying
02:58
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6. |
(Don't) Bring Me Down
03:05
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Don’t bring me down
Fine; I’ve wanted not to fight you all along
You’re breaking down
In the image of whatever you find wrong
Rolling up your sleeves, now are you done being right?
I wanted not to see you there holding on tight
The echo on the porcelain, heard and tuned out
Vacant now
Don’t bring me down
Fine; I’ve wanted not to fight you all along
We’re safe and sound
With the rot not flowing out of my mouth
Infected with the filth of pride or taken in stride
With care and loving tenderness for the very first time
The fire of the phoenix burning warm and bright
We’re shaking now
It’s easy
You tell me it’s easy
So pleased to deceive me
It’s easy, I’m weaving now
Don‘t bring me down
I’ll take you out
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7. |
Stray into Wonder
02:46
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In the mist of the sea
Where the tide meets the ice
The One of Wonder returns
Distorted, the features of the shore that once were known
Unwanted, the sinking ships ashes will paint the snow
Peeking through the eyes of a mask that’s split in two
It all started with a chorus of the mud of the unknown
Speaking through the mouth of a mask split in two
Reservoir; the nectar of the ones who thought they the truth long ago
Having wrung out by the season
Say it out loud, give it meaning
Peeking through the eyes of a mask that’s split in two
All they wanted was to meet up in the musk of the afterglow
Speaking through the mouth of a mask that’s split in two
Hoarded horror, plummet of the fixed father who took in gulps
In the mist of the sea where the tide meets the ice
The One of Wonder returns
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8. |
Cold Karma
03:53
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Sat on a couch staring into pixelated faces
Without much to lose, we can wander
daydream until we fall out of bed
Consumed a sandwich of a strange variation
Without much to prove, it’s all fodder it’s alarming
With you I can choose, no cold karma
No need to prove
I get lost in the wool that I harvest
To split in two next to you
Out of body in your room
For a moment I work on my posture
Didn’t have to prove
The leaves bend without hesitation
They drift and fade away
Without much to say, it's all fodder, it's alarming
I'm sifting through the stages in attempt to differentiate
Without much to prove, we'll get found outside of this moment
With you I can choose, no cold karma
No need to prove
I get lost in the wool that I harvest
To split in two next to you
Out of body in your room
For a moment I work on my posture
Didn’t have to prove
Crawling in and out of my ear that lays on the ground, faceless
You picked it up, brought it to the station
You really didn't have to do that
Oh you shouldn't have
Tell it to my mouth - relax
If it makes you feel good, relax
You really didn't have to do that
With you I can choose, no cold karma
No need to prove
I get lost in the wool that I harvest
To split in two next to you
Out of body in your room
For a moment I work on my posture
Didn’t have to prove
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9. |
The Gift of Missing
05:11
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On my street there’s a fern that grows atop a tree
Resting with a rock is what I’d like to think
The storm has run out of rain, the forest finally sees
Here wishin' that you would hurry back home to me
It’s alright when I check out the other side
I just exist, i click without spinning
I'm making marks just to feel alive
They’re giving me the gift of missing
A habit can always be chased
The shadow points toward the way
With the projector, mimic shapes
Took a step just past the tape
On my street, one and one is always three
whatever will be will be, I pick up the pieces
Reflecting off the earth, I catch a little hint of glimmer beam
Gleaning what’s real from what I make believe
We sit we watch shadow puppets till we dizzy sleep
I’m clinging to the garbage i spin and weave
It’s alright when I check out the other side
I just exist, i click without spinning
Im making marks just to feel alive
They’re giving me the gift of missing
You were right I’m hanging out because
Slight of hand won’t separate your body from the dirt you’re standing on today
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10. |
At the Corner
03:51
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In the trees in the smoke
At my feet and in my bones
At the corner of where our two paths crossed
There’s a portrait of what once was and it splits at the seams
The feeling that I’ve already seen this one before
Scene that moves in between an episode of living in dream
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Salt Lick Seattle, Washington
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