1. |
Invisible Eyes
03:27
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Daylight dripped through the cracks in my eyes
It was calling me up
I was clinging to my dream of my subconscious
Taking some sad aim
At the fractured way
You always see me
Fingertips on the dusty blinds
Triggering the f-stop in my sleeping eyes
Cast my doubt in such high relief
In the filament green of the twitching leaves
Do I wait for the question mark
That's been stealing the focus
From my semi-colon heart
All in all it's not a straight up trade
But I can make up the difference
In the interim delay
Watching my life with invisible eyes
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2. |
Echoes '86
02:25
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I just wanna live
In the echoes of my mind
Float down sideways
Through the rabbit hole
Slip through the seam
Unlikely to be seen
Nodding off in headphones
I just wanna live
In the shapes of liquid sound
Float my body
Like a clipper ship
Sleeping peaceful
Through conversations
No words on my lips
I just wanna live
In the echoes of my mind
Distilling nothing from nothingness
Knowing nothing could ever make me feel
Burdened or alright
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3. |
Waterfall #1 (Discovery)
02:53
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4. |
Human Lessons
04:09
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For whatever reason
I was happier then
Locked in the lens
Of my own experience
Before you gave me
These human lessons
From how it may seem
I'm lucky to be
Sewn to the seams
Of a shared fever dream
Since you gave me
These human lessons
Fuck these human lessons
I can't go on pretending
There's something here worth getting
I don't understand
Fuck these human lessons
A lifetime of confessions
To varied indiscretions
Is too much to stand
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5. |
With the Vegetables
03:50
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Making my tea I'm imagining
You among the drops of tears in the bath
It's hard to remain
In the kitchen
With the vegetables
It's hard to have to stand aside
Knowing the secret war you fight
You know I'd do anything
To make it alright
If I could
You and I
Were born to die
I know
Maybe I
Just want to try
For more
And you'd probably emerge in a towel
Raccoon eyes asking which one goes better
It's so hard to know sometimes
Here you are
Dripping arms
Dripping legs
Dripping out
From a place
You don't know
You can't find it
You could say the same to me
But I know you won't
You and I
Were born to die
I know
Maybe I
Just want to try
For more
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7. |
Your Prism
03:20
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Hydroplaning with you
On the freeway
Staring into
Some begrudging
Driver and passenger eyes
All day L. Cohen sighed
But the landscape
Didn't align
With the dead space echoing in our minds
Wondering if the times we almost died
Would ever be described
As times we almost didn't
Driving in your prism
Nothing happening now
In the north end
Service is down
Til the morning
If this is the end I'm alright
Time stands
Still for awhile
Then you're staring
In somebody's eyes
Who resembles the eminent ghost of your indiscretions
Wondering if the times we almost died
Would ever be described
As times we almost didn't
Driving in your prism
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8. |
Exposing a Forest
02:50
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Is it dumb luck
Or something more sinister
That pulls me
Out on the hook
I set myself up
Exposing a forest
To a trees man
I'm getting the feeling that I'm in over my head
You heard enough
To rightly consider
Your every estimation
Had become undone
And so as such
You had to release me
To the algorithms
You're getting the feeling that I'm in over my head
It's so tough
Climbing the ladder back
From feeling how I'm feeling
When I'm staring in the void
And it becomes me
I've gotta sustain materiality
I'm getting the feeling that I'm in over my head
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9. |
Waterfall #3 (Counting)
03:51
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10. |
Splendor of My Rust
03:32
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Steeping my tea
To the echoes in my head
But I can't find the rhythm
Living my life
Like I'm already half-dead
Always found
Always hidden
I'd go on sleeping
For the rest of my life
If I had the permission
Listing in dreaming
Faces dead and alive
Alibis and admissions
Wishing in the fog
Like a barb on a wire
I'd concede to the splendor of my rust
I'd use my body
As long as it's mine
Then return it to dust
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