1. |
First Frost
03:38
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saw you as you entered
hid your face behind a
tattered piece of paper
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morrow wonders why so blithely
roguish, ghostly emanation
cometh forward?
//
languid trepidation only
for a moment lingers softly,
then is broken
//
can't help wondering when i'll see if
it was worth the worried progress
what a process
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looming meekly call it
denegation in the wake of
cottoning slumber
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rugged constitution ebbing
sober follows falling maple
to the soil
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hearsay life by visitation
thought first frost was a while off
gainsay
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2. |
Reintroduction
03:31
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depressed thought is heavy to deny how spirit spears its peers to steer in the right direction
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depressed thought is heady to define how spirit spears to steer in the right direction
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3. |
Fingerprints
01:20
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once in a while i feel like i've known
you for a lifetime or two but who's to
say it's by chance that i'm pushed towards you
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you make my hands unsteady; tremoring
every step of the way we were going
feeling your fingerprints against my own
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4. |
Mile Run
05:45
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why would they harbor stagnant mindsets building partnerships no one seems to make
I’ve been up for days in this state
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why would they harbor stagnant mindsets hulling parts of ships no one seems to break
I’ve been up for days in this state
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stalwart circles
it's been vintage
since i rubbed my
neck against yours
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skim so skirtly,
ceiling how you
grapple. i can
only conjure pictures
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forward is the
notion catch-as-
catch-can, thronging
tooth and nail to bear up
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I’ve been up for days in this state
//
put it mildly
torrid explanation
sewn into the stitching of my
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I’ve been up for days in this state
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5. |
It Starts In Your Head
03:23
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wethoughtyouwere
wethoughtyouwereturnedintoatoad
andwecouldsmelleachlietheystoodby
seepingsoresfromyourfeetandfelltothefloor
thefloorwhereeggshellswhisperhumble
whereeggshellswhisperhumble
itstartsinyourhead
thenitworksitswayintoyourhandsandyourfeet
andeverythingbetweenisglowing
tearsfallfromyourfaceandpilluponthefloor
thefloorwhereeggshellswhisperhumble
whereeggshellswhisperhumble
ohgoditlooksfun
beingallyoucanbeandthensome
whenallthelineshaveblurredbetweenus
feelingwillgivepurposetoleavethefloor
thefloorwhereeggshellswhisperhumble
whereeggshellswhisperhumble
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6. |
Claire
00:50
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7. |
deaflat
01:54
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opened up my eyes with
a grain left in the hourglass
at last
//
watched it 'round the curve
so eagerly it floated past
//
cracked the window just to
feel the cold against my hands
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softer that whisper
i told you every plan i had
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running 'round in circles
and we're running out of time
//
it goes on and on and on
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8. |
Woah! Hot Cinders
06:04
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crawled into my
mind like an infant nested
like a crow left
like a smuggler lingered
like a cloud of smoke
//
these old trees are
waving goodbye i hear their
winded breathing i put my arms up
and feel their grief i must be
dreaming nothing sways like this unless it's make believe
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and the lake where we spent our
summers has dried up
no water left, am i surprised?
//
sitting on the bank
there's a way through to
see all the cars as they drive by
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boy, am i glad that
when i drive by
i can't see the other side
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but i've found a new lake where
i can spend every
season feeling
like i haven't missed a thing
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9. |
Intro to Unlearning
01:27
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I saw you last summer you don’t look the way you did before the way you did before was closer to the way I saw all of the heroines of last but I was younger than so how could I ever pretend
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Pls don’t say ur sorry
I don’t c u
As a lesson now
..they never could compare to
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10. |
Unlearning
03:58
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i don't see u as a lesson now
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they never could compare to
//
//
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i don't see you
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i don't need 2
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11. |
In the Form Of
02:03
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...oh we’re just fine, wer just fine
we’ll give a long “g i ve i t ti m e”
u r
so far
and all r
thoughts r
running in
circles of
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joy in the
cedars vibrating
with human noise anticipating
the long awaited revealing of who we are
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see i can’t stay present
when u r gone so ill seek u out
in the form of cedar houses
form of rose stones found in
back yard bird songs above
u don’t have 2 suffer
when you’ve got their whole luv
u'll find others with u
present in the same room
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