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Scrolling Timelines
05:12
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So I dreamt in scrolling timelines,
of overlapping realities,
of the time I got it right,
and you were there,
every imaginable version,
stood there,
in distant quiet perfection
So beautiful and defiant,
so vulnerable and true,
and if all the best poets are full of shit
then what does that say about you? Or me? Or everybody we know?
There's a morse code flickering on the edge of my vision,
it tells me it's time, to come down again,
but I don't think that I'm ready,
I'm hardly aware of the concrete beneath me
Then I dreamt of floating astronauts,
of Brand New T-shirts,
of heartache and loss,
I know it's not so easy to block it out,
but from here if you raise your thumb you can pretend well enough.
There's a morse code flickering on the edge of my vision,
it tells me it's time, to come down again,
but I don't think that I'm ready,
I'm hardly aware of the concrete beneath me
We screamed through the tunnels that we thought would never end,
I yelled til my throat hurt or at least until I lost my breath
then I fell asleep in the backseat, knocked out by the Dramamine
There's a morse code flickering in the fluorescent lighting,
it tells me, "Hey man, we're all gonna die, but we have to fight or burn out trying."
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Husband
03:08
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Some day I'm gonna make a real good husband
full of charm and regret
and meet with all of my children's teachers
who may or may not have seen my bed
Trying not to raise suspicion
of the names of those that I've been kissing
goodnight
If we cover our tracks in the end
then they'll never know where we have been
but i don't want to talk about it anyway
oh no
Well some like to win but I like to play
so let's cancel all our plans and make a getaway
to a dark deserted room
where I pretend that you're not you
If we cover our tracks in the end
then they'll never know where we have been
A ball of string and a couple old cans
could fix miscommunication at hand
if we would talk about it, anyway
but you don't want to talk about it anyway
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3. |
Bible Stories
03:11
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Ugly Creatures
05:25
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You don't know how far you can sink,
until you find yourself at the bottom of the sea,
thousands and thousands of undocumented species,
oh, what ugly creatures we can be.
But I won't let you go down without me,
No, I won't let you go down without---
I'm starting to realize that everyone I meet,
is really just an extension of me,
so all the good and bad,
in the things that I see,
when I thought I was hating you,
well, as it turns out, I was hating me.
But I won't let you go down without me,
No, I won't let you go down--
Do you remember when?
(We'll just keep this part between us)
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Kinsella
04:45
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My words were a flock of birds in my mouth,
each of them desperate to
fly right out,
so I shuttered my teeth,
afraid that you might see:
all the feathers and pointless words
that stuff and fill me,
all the emptiness that fills my head,
there's nothing more to see.
When I walked you home, I imagined cameras on every telephone pole, each snapping a picture to, prove our memories wrong for one day when we don't believe that we were ever this young.
My words were a flock of birds in my mouth,
a thousand refugees,
plotting to break out,
so I opened the gates,
surprised when you stayed.
When I walked you home, I imagined cameras on every telephone pole, each snapping a picture to, prove our memories wrong for one day when we don't believe that we were ever this young.
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Heavy Hands
04:33
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My heavy hand on your tiny ribcage,
I felt your chest rise and fall,
while you're sound asleep,
I am wide awake, staring off into the dark.
And I feel the opposite of the peace and comfort,
that I have grown accustomed,
I honestly believe that any second now,
the walls will close in and crush us.
Because, I am an avalanche,
and you are an innocent,
just there to enjoy the view,
but I buried you, I buried you.
Still, I do my best to appear confident,
to keep my doubts below the surface,
so we can float on so happily,
unaware of what will sink us.
Because, I am an avalanche,
and you are an innocent,
just there to enjoy the view,
but I buried you.
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