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Hairspine
03:46
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Obligated to worship light on the wall
Sweetness being a pile of glass in my hands
I mistook my fear of death adrenaline for my ecstasy
Now I wish to egress from the tears in my skin
Misdirected vacancy waiting
Became sparse skinny bone limbs
Pried my eyes wide, I’m expended
All my enemies are made safe behind a turned head
Keep throwing me at the sun
I’ll melt into the corners of your skull eager to leave a stain
Sordid intentions unmentioned concealed by reason
A parasite draining my ego so hungrily
Your spine was replaced by a hair on your head
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2. |
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Walking home on wet cement the words are slurred with no intention.
At the hospital he ran away and returned behind the wheel of an ambulance.
It’s truly a great night like many other nights
Waiting for outlines of stories we have heard
To jump from the thick of the night into our world.
They’re ghosts from the closet keeping too long.
“I will be a slave to joy and want for nothing but to live more.”
At the house I have decayed enough decayed enough to find
Find a truth in a different mind.
Truly a great night like many other nights idle until in the morning light we watch all of the faux pas culture fading into white
Like bones in the sun.
I escape before it sees me go.
i'll rinse my mouth with ash a means to calm me down
how many hours were wasted and still
happily suck it in
that don't make no sense to me, don't make no sense at all
doing everything we can to bind our tongues and keep minds small
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3. |
Fast Pilgrim
02:14
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You’re stuck in a hell
Of your mind trying to mean well
But the words come out fast
You’ll bleed with your bluntness
You’re a pilgrim and you’re fast
No center to your mass
Pass by in a blur
And you’ll never get hurt
Move on with the show
Can’t catch on when it’s slow
You’re high when you run
Gone from everyone
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4. |
In The Field
02:58
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Silent buzz in your brain
Darkness stripped you down to your skin
All the way to your skin
Each step I see is dancing
Each word rings out ultimatums
All the way to my bones
All the way to your bones
The dead write stories inside the earth and the
Living wander absorbing mindless and free
Are you alive if you are numb all the way to your soul
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5. |
David
02:53
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You come home
To your dwelling
You sit up, face down
T.V. glowing all around
(and) I saw you dreaming
You will wake up
from that dream you had
working
Working all alone
in your office chair
swirling
Endlessly watch
at the ceiling
pattern
No one will say
that the dream you had
has gone away
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6. |
Paper
03:45
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Soon I will fold on over my paper’s not meant to hold
The weight of a thousand stories
Stories too sharp and cold
Soon I will be cemented I am hard and fast
I’ll wait til the blue is buried
Shake til the year has passed
I refuse to be a silent witness to the siren of your madness
We are prone to beauty
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7. |
Catch
03:30
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A child stands behind you
Made up of your years
Hovering softly and whispering words
You built a house snail shell room
So he could live again
But his meat is gone nothing
But a skeleton
With all this behind you still forward you’ll carry
If he will not listen then he must be shown
All of those years had employed subtle violence and endless noise
I’m trying to understand the other the underhand
Her frantic demands as though she wished to live through love
She is power over the outer
Help me love what I can see
Help me nurture this uncertainty
Help me swim through this uncertainty
It is the only thing that stayed
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8. |
Darl
04:47
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I can pretend it for awhile
If only for awhile
Until I see what makes him smile
Don’t hear a thing from my mouth
There’s no need for words now
Because there’s no words that I feel (I feel)
I could just ravel out of time
Ravel out of time
I would think that that would be nice
Staring at the barn now
Seeing all the sparks cloud
They will know how I feel (I feel)
As I lay no words hold me down
As I lay no words hold me down
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9. |
Thaw
03:04
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I saw there
A winter scene distorting
Through small thin screens
So serene
It’s easy
My eyes cold and still
Through window sills
Cold and still
Depressing
Thoughts that press into these
Pillow sheets
Try and hold me
This feeling
Dry electric heat
And two cold feet
Try and hold me
This life of waiting
In bedroom walls
This life of waiting
Until you (un)thaw
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Cascade
05:04
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She is fine with silence. She can hold her tongue if she wants to.
(but) Silence is a pressure, and surely you will know when it starts to press.
Pressure rolls over her. She begins to mingle with the guests.
(but) Something, something, something comes...
Always not enough to know
Always, always enough
Something
Rushes over you
I tell her you're doing fine
Don't worry about tonight
You will make it out alive
You will make it outside
She’s not fine with silence. She can’t hold her tongue anymore.
Cascading over her. Feeling all alone in a crowded room.
(but) Something, something, something comes and goes
(she) Suffered, suffered, suffered enough…
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11. |
Unthaw
02:41
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12. |
Double Happiness
03:18
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On and on
On the road
I can see in front of me
A long day alone
Tired eyes
The doubleness
Seeing twice what isn’t there
It all looks so clear
On and on
On the way
I can feel in front of me
Golden sun rays
Feel alive
The doubleness
All the way up to the sky
Here, and hereafter
Home, home
Not a way I can find it
Home, home
Not a way I can stay there
So, so
Just look away and I will be there
Soon, soon
Not soon enough...
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supernowhere Seattle, Washington
supernowhere
formally known as Gestalt (ɡəˈSHtält)
A whole>sum trio.
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