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flight or flight
03:29
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everyone is here now time is wasting
make yourself appear disappearing wastelands
flight or flight you're just picking a fight
put on the inside what's worn on the outside
you were levitating or i was just dreaming
in so many ways my eyes deceive me
flight or flight we're all picking our sides
take one for the team there's worse things than defeat
we're all in we're all in we're all in this shit together
we're all in we're all in we're all in this shit forever
driving down the road with your windshield broken
cracks in the asphalt and the sky broke open
flight or flight the vessel capsized
turning away no telling what you're turning into
take me as i am take me one step further
looking back now the whole world's deserted
flight or flight making up your mind
nothing is ever as hard as you make it
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2. |
rough sketches
02:27
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a child of pestilence
raised in gardens of salt
the ghosts that take residence
in your endless maze of a heart
singing songs i'd forgotten
singing words i disowned
painting portraits of nothing
god forsaken so god damn alone
old man of the river old man of the sea
ask him no questions mans not made for defeat
you were fighting with someone
down some crooked hall
no answers to these questions
no light to break up this dark
i've never been certain of no one
never convinced of a truth
live in the vagueness of a moment
we have everything to spend and lose
you were born of the thunder
rumbling mid-summer storm
consequence of happenstance
life and death through the same door
you were looking for something
to fill an imagined hole in your chest
we're not made to be finished works
we're rough sketches at best
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eventual rain
03:56
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silence is golden, your cheek is still swollen
black and blue eyes, blood on your shirt
sit still and listen as every sermon is given
you say it's alright, but it looks like it hurt
clenching keys in a fist, as you pass the night shift
the parking lot swarms with drunk dads and punk kids
you're set in your own ways some things even time can never change
permanent darkness eventual rain, we all come back the same...the same way
the hour's a prison born and forgiven
not every coffin finds it's grave
footsteps haunt you, bullshit taunts you
your heart is a vessel of rage
clenching your teeth in a pillow, that which doesn't kill you
circles back again and again
you're sad in your own way some things even time can never change
permanent darkness eventual rain, we'll all come back the same...the same way
the wolves still alive in what forest survives
handouts from a stranger in the night
in the quiet of an hour our bones can learn to cower
the accumulated moments of our lives
headaches and tremors betrayed but you remember
a voice in the choir breaks free like wildfire
you're set in your own ways some things even time can never change
permanent darkness eventual rain, we all come back the same, the same way
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kansas japan
02:52
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kansas japan river before the dam
last light before the light fades
water on the sand, why am i how i am
the world before the whole world changed
nothing as it seems tied up at the seams
child sleeps outside in a cage
cut off both the wings all you're left with is the sting
and six long crooked legs
a ship out to sea on the perilous deep
monsters below sharpen their teeth
on the weak and the meager, the frail and the eager
bloody hearts stitched to their sleeves
streets of manhattan forest and mountains
a billion souls stood in one place
nothing ever happens when you're looking for the magic
now the table levitates
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robert walser
03:30
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you lack the courage, lack the strength,
a little shy and mad most days
words destroy what the world don't take,
you're sensitive as a smile
our small lives, we'll live and die
many times before we go
camera holds the ghost of you,
footprints forever in the snow
pull the blinds it's cold outside,
furnace crackles back to life
you were balancing there
in a tipped-back chair,
peril in your eyes
cross the meadow, cross the field,
look for a fixed point on a hill
longing is a painful thing,
and nothing is too awful to feel
don't you think, robert walser will be here soon
when a poet pays the rent, we'll all have private rooms
in the sanatorium
'in the glowing present, i glowed myself'
in such fantasies or dreams
the lively way you talk to me in a language i'll never speak
searching still, until your last days, in your ponderous way
the world destroys what words implore,
all else, the sun melts away
don't you think, robert walser will be here soon
when a poet pays the rent, we'll all have private rooms
in the sanatorium
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undertow
02:28
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the dead don't walk they don't watch the clocks
stroll along at the waters edge
cut off their locks at workman's docks
anxious about next months rent
the undertow pulls you aside kisses goodnight
carry your ghosts now you are home you can open your eyes
the half-life you lived with the mortgage and kids
bones in mothers yard
what's hers and what's his what god forbids
belongings you could not discard
the undertow carries you low carries you home
amongst the ghosts some you just met some you already know
every burning bush, parted seas
magicians hat a card up your sleeve
a little push by a little breeze
a great precipice a great reprieve
the undertow all that you want all that you know
just one of the ghosts with nothing to haunt nothing to show
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scorpions and songbirds
02:02
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midnight calls, a siren in an empty room,
this is home, not wherever you are going to.
weary bones, lift bricks and trowel mortar,
heavy hearts, build walls along their borders.
scorpions and songbirds both share traits with the hearts of men
fake violets and begonias on your winter porch
snow was stark against the astro turf
i aged decades standing in your gentle gaze
chasing after dreams is why they always run away
waiting for tomorrow how will we pay back all the time that we borrowed
summer came to burn our lips and skin our knees
after all, light is just how a star bleeds
you were looking up as i was falling out
through the branches of a tree we both were cutting down
scorpions and songbirds both share traits with the hearts of men
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almost courageous
03:23
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it's only the weather at the end of the day
born in the desert dreaming of rain
it's only the night wolves stir in our hearts
unaware of the hour barely aware of the stars
it's just bad poetry, you write in your dreams
crumpled up pages, that litter your sleep
you do nothing for no one, still your influence is known
your sadness proceeds you, for every kindness not returned
it's one for the ages
misanthropes, the almost courageous
all hope, gone on the wind
sit down, stand up, now do it again
it's one for the ages
masochists destined for greatness
the blue marble spins
this goes on forever, none of this has an end
tied to a tether, driven into the ground
neglected as a dog, chained up in the backyard
no one is coming to save you, untangle your matted mane
we exist as always, unrefined in still remains
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the night of
01:32
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the night of fire the night of glass
the night these streets were smoke and gas
the night i ran into those arms
the night we watched it all go wrong
the night of darkness without end
the night of sirens the night ascends
the night of violence no turning back
the night we finally learn how to stand
night of concrete night of no sleep
night of promises no one will keep
night of terror night of death
the night you tried to hold your breath
night of the future's present past
night of consequence at last
night of hopes hollowed dry
night of bloody bruised skies
the night we stand the night we fall
the night we beg the night we crawl
the night we make sense of it all
the night we finally answer the call
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All My Nights Are Dreams Cheyenne, Wyoming
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