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Utter
02:36
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Just for a fraction of your heart, I’m gonna butcher your song.
Want not be cut and cast apart or to play a role at all.
I must have swept under the rug after eating all my fill.
Any and all inheritance, taking and holding dearly still,
But now the valley smell is getting hard to detect.
Familiar pollens eloped with feather’s long downwind,
And I need to see them again.
Just for a fraction of your heart, I’m gonna butcher your song.
Not so I might recite a part or play a role, but let you know I am grateful.
Fighting the second-handed myth of life autonomous
And finding ‘help’ is relative when needing all that I can get,
But now the valley smell is getting hard to detect.
Familiar pollens eloped with feather’s long downwind.
I may need to see them again.
Calling to carpet magic, not the seat of my pants,
Parking for no one and still expect to understand
time would come, I’d never need you again.
Let’s have a night to be honest.
For the first time in so long, I’m feeling welcome.
I still wanna sharpen.
Can we sharpen?
And stop harping on the fluff?
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2. |
Flimsy Limb
03:01
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We’re feeling mighty swole to have not yet lost control…
Or the illusion of - Pre-emptive purchasing security with borrowed blood.
Indoctrinated youth we bore to re-produce,
That they could be enough to embrace living lush by the grace of a hookshot
through the eye of a needle.
Bend to me and my piece of mind; there’s not a stainless way to die.
Oh nike, Oh no! My seeing-eye confers the inkling of keeping in the right.
Another empty net to cast your cares aside-
Checking the foul on ice, but ever-willing to excuse the swine.
Wedging deeper the plank, that you could never pluck out either eye.
Were you deterred by the shame or did your will intensify?
I’ve got stake in this, too!
You may dismiss my concern, but I assure you
The people and places where I can feel safe are as necessary as you and yours….
Don’t deny me that.
I still value the small routines and the circular habits
- That they could sort me out when I’m wishing I was dead.
Bend to me and my peace of mind; we need a stainless way to die.
Oh nike, oh no! My seeing-eye confers the inkling of keeping in the right.
Learned the ropes before I was tried, but now I’m desperate for a line.
Oh nigh key, oh no! My seeing-eye! Has now my conscience come alive?
If I can’t within good faith bypass hypotheticals to exonerate
When I’m lost in my most hopeless state…
In the chance I am tempted to consult omniscient “I,”
Would you scorn the attempt?
Say “no requirement” except to bow our heads to a proper noun,
Or else not at all.
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She’s so wonderful – every color in her eye,
And when she smiles, I wonder how worthy am I?
I will wait for you – constructing habits, bending only to your will
I will take you too – taking strong note when sucralose in is my meal
Waiting on a sign – from time to time appearing that my heartbeat could lay still.
There is no divine – But in our chance, there’s courage. With your choosing I’d be real!
Don’t know why, don’t know why, fending off every role assigned,
I should taper as if I’ll revive more subjectively aligned.
Or to flop like a fish on a line – if it breaks, would you say we survived?
I feel lost in the world of the coarse and the fine. “Just fine”
I will wait for you – I know I’m not allowed to speak outside my frame
I will take you too – Endowing hand-me-down’s that have all outgrown me
Waiting on a sign – Dissecting schemas so that mine might feel complete
There is no divine – So sick of retrospect. Fed up progressing my defeat.
If I’m gonna live, I’ve gotta breathe.
Feeling lucky as my luster wears off – attentive for the words that could curb your withdrawal.
I will wait for you – patiently
I will take you too – critically
Waiting on a sign – I know I’m not inclined to speak outside my frame
There is no divine – Endowing hand-me-down’s that have all outgrown me
My understanding may not slow the entropy,
But in our chance, there’s courage.
With your choosing, I believe.
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4. |
Never Leave
03:49
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Only her words and this melody surround me.
Sing clearly, for I’ve seen truth within sound.
Alone again, I’ve found that I would not mind
If you would never leave my side again.
I’ll pay for my sins.
Lost in her void, the only thing sure is choice.
Have patience, you stranger.
Truth without sight – surrounded and, there, I find
I would not mind
If you would never leave my side again.
If I try, I just might muster up the strength to say, “share the night”
Only her words and this melody surround me.
Sing clearly, for I’ve seen truth within sound.
Alone again, I’ve found that I
- I don’t mind.
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5. |
New Evil
02:51
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So it seems that ink insists to only bleed when kept left in my pocket,
And thoughts I thought I’d not retrieve resurface as we’re talking
-Exceeding anything of worth.
For every seeming wasted word, I could make out like I never heard,
But now it echoes inside me; I could not take it lightly.
Faced with the only shot I’ve got,
I’d hate to think that I cold waste it like another douche at diving rock.
Finesse the tick hooked on the chorus, mismatching the verse attempting to allure it.
With water, we whine to watch the lemons align and nevermind all new evil to abhor,
And I can’t let it out.
For every seeming wasted word, I could make out like I never heard,
But now it echoes inside me; I could not take it lightly.
Faced with the only shot I’ve got,
Sure be a shame if I cold waste it like another douche at diving rock.
With every swat prepped for a sting that has yet to come,
You’ve gotta keep digesting,
Picking up on how to graciously receive, chewing every offering.
And when I think I’m in the way,
I’ll try to honor every extension to me.
For every seeming wasted word, I could not take in lightly
In reaching far above my worth, I could not take it lightly.
Beyond a shadow of a doubt, I wanna focus on the one-on-ones,
Re-assured any “story” is much bigger than me.
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6. |
Novelty Blues
03:13
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Traded feelings for granted, by the power testing me.
More than any composed companion,
To illuminate the edges that had rusted out of line,
‘cause I’d curse myself to almost flash you back
In time.
Putting all of my caution in place to display my undying wish:
You be more eager than anxious.
Reading dense to the novel, I’m gradually catching on, to my pleasant surprise.
If I might convert my mouth metric, assert some less hectic thoughts – folly worth all my while
Such an acute education, so impractically applied,
Relating any fragments I could hastily compile,
But you see through the clutter I could not,
Tangled up with the dogs,
Overlooking the phases, poor phrasing, and false sense of urgency
Wishing to be channeled.
Reading dense to the novel, I’m gradually catching on, to my pleasant surprise.
If I might convert my mouth metric, assert some less hectic thoughts – folly worth all my while
Every attempt to clear the air, exposing my polluted light,
Ought to make me feel less aware,
But seeing you still here serves as incentive to…
Drive even further, extending the gaze that escapes me still,
Spend more time on the outskirts, exploring our favorite consistencies.
With you, I’ll…
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7. |
Wide the Hell Asleep
03:14
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Imprint recklessly, avoiding wrecks that I would count.
Teeter and never topple.
Ignore your head, despite the envy sprouting legs and feet,
Rooted and bound to bonsai.
Irreparably proceed with repercussion.
It’s not the first time that I ever swore about the future.
Can I escape the fears I face?
Awake until it self-fulfills.
Afraid to fall back asleep at all.
We all could use some restitution, Sweets, letting die what’s been buried,
Stowing our treasure somewhere we’ve never known in all our lifetime.
We’ll talk until our tongues untie and truly heal.
Event we reach a resolution, be determined not to drag it around.
Reversible - I’ll hold to my decision.
As long as you’ll have me, I will ever-care about our future.
Can I escape the fears I face?
Receiving wrong? Recount how long.
If you’ve got doubts, don’t seek out advice from a dumb song.
Although we’ve tried to model fiction, anything great exceeds the instants.
When we may lack the sec’ to spare and fill with creeping doubts,
Speak on them, I’d ask you. ‘Least honest, I’ll try to
Restore trust I’ve shaken. Sleep on it; I beg you.
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8. |
Achillin' Correlation
03:52
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Cut off your foresight with a foreign blade. If I dreamt it up, then it MUST take place.
Prioritizing for a later date – Am I more sincere when I disappear?
Speak up so big to talk so small.
Try turning on only to crank another shaft blowing esteem.
Discard the hope you’d ever learn,
Buying the notion of a joy winning the favor
Of the masochistic, miserable elite.
Was I misleading to have been so bold?
No shame retreating from digging a deeper hole.
Open doors catching your heel every time,
Maybe not coincidentally.
Cease all production of the feigning art that would prop us up to be picked apart.
Show off your asshole burning like a star. What of private thought? Discount the loss.
Speak up so big to talk so small.
Try turning on only to crank another shaft blowing esteem.
Discard the hope you’d ever learn,
Buying the notion of a joy winning the favor
Of the masochistic, loneliest elite.
Was I misleading to have been so bold?
No shame retreating from digging a deeper hole.
Open doors catching your heel every time,
Maybe not coincidentally.
Rightfully so.
Ought I answer to the call I’ve purposefully avoided?
How temporarily useful mechanically.
All to our benefit swears up and down each new best friend.
How temporarily useful for profiting.
All to our detriment, I swear up and down, I’m not who I seem to be.
Open doors catching your heel every time,
Maybe not coincidentally.
Rightfully so.
Layers burying what soul might have been better spent looking out for my own neck.
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9. |
Dare Not
04:21
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When you’ve done all you can, and I start to slip into the defense,
Dare not let attempted eloquence excuse the kick behind the knee.
Maybe in time I could help you better facilitate your brilliance.
Maybe in time you could teach me that I’m no more resilient.
I wanna love beyond the bottom of an empty sink,
Absorbing detail after detail of your memories,
Losing focus ‘til I’m actually listening.
And with however slight the emphasis to reaffirm
My second-nature vying favorably for you alone.
I am partial and would be proud to be in the wrong.
It’s more than necessary upkeep.
Hardly mundane to retain my sanity,
Catching a break to restore capacity.
I’ll be attentive for the downtime.
All your brain and the stored up energy
Never left; you’re just caught up bottling,
And I assure you, it’s your best quality.
I’ve not done all I can erasing efforts of the pretext.
Mark my words, I am the plagiarist that I pretended not to be.
Caught up ignoring any matters of which I’m claiming an attraction.
Caught up discouraging the flatter to remember to return a fraction.
I wanna love beyond the bottom of an empty sink,
Absorbing detail after detail of your memories,
Losing focus ‘til I’m actually listening.
And with however slight the emphasis to reaffirm
My second-nature vying favorably for you alone.
I am partial and would be proud to be in the wrong.
It’s more than necessary upkeep.
Hardly mundane to retain my sanity,
Catching a break to restore capacity.
I’ll be attentive for the downtime.
All your brain and the stored up energy
Never left; you’re just caught up bottling,
And I assure you, it’s your best quality.
You are capable of anything
-So much more than I could ever give credit.
If it’ll help you to know, I wanna let you know, I’m gonna learn your language.
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11. |
By What Means?
03:33
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12. |
Ourselves Incarnate
04:28
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13. |
Boxing Ghost
04:28
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With the season of receiving drawing closer,
T’was never such a gift as full disclosure.
I know it shouldn’t matter - my beef with Santa Clause,
But I wouldn’t feel right lyin’.
By the fire I hear the lost cause… almost cackling.
Could you look past traditions to come?
Would you hold back on giving your all?
I won’t ask for more; I just wanna have this one….
Will you take in all histories’ mistakes?
Christmas stollen served right onto a plate.
In the morning, I just wanted to be faithful.
Heard our neighbors to the north just call it Boxing Day
I haven’t touched the spirit in a long time:
A sip of serotonin or a fourth mind.
As snow descends on every house like hope befalling from the clouds,
The gentle sound of truth abounds; dependent proofs had let me down.
So viscerally remembering each miracle less tragically.
Our essence expelled at such an expense leaves me searching the sky for alternatives...
Should I look past traditions to come?
Would I hold back on giving my all?
I won’t ask for more; I'm just gonna have this one….
Will I take in all histories’ mistakes?
Christmas stollen served right onto a plate.
In the morning, I just wanted to be faithful
If I have to, I'm okay to call it Boxing Day.
Could we...
There are reasons to persist, noting neither cross nor sleigh.
Ought we take after Canucks and call it Boxing Day?
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