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Absence
03:25
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Flies will stop and stare
Before they feast on moldy bread
Flies will stare
Built like a neurotic squirrel
Huff the fumes we’re running on
Lights just dim
Time keeps pushing on
Cars will screech their favorite song
On deaf ears
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2. |
Drawstring
03:27
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I started floating out towards
Ceilings and windows under duress
I started crawling away from
Bold escape plans under duress
The frantic noise that triggers
Separation under duress
The groans that match my outlook
Law of attraction under duress
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3. |
The Bardo
04:11
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Recall the top hat
Covered in black art
He started to make us soar
Then robbed our purses
Pulled down to prison
Escape through water
They were trying to steal our names
Saved by our mothers
Dressed as a woman
Spewing nonsense
Talking over the ancient call
Ignore the input
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4. |
Strasberg Air
02:32
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Who let you in?
Lied with a grin
Lied to keep soaring
The stewards were sold
Chalk it up as a win
Up as a bold win
Lied with a grin
Not so steady now
Lied to keep soaring
Almost steady now
The stewards were sold
Oh so steady now
They ran out of drinks
You ran out of stories
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5. |
Scratch Built
03:53
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Washed worn
Deep steps
Pale skin is thin but holds tight
It won’t give to prods or force tests
Scratch built
Off track
Tied tight with rusty live wires
Now hold still, they try
An old man with a spry mind
An old man with restless cold hands
Thumbs down the ride share
He walks with plans in pocket
He’s far from lonely
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6. |
Positive People
03:10
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7. |
Break the Kettles
03:45
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Strikes red
The host is crumbling down
Soft kick, soft kick, punch, start running
Lost all the ease of your solid footing
The wheels on the whale are about to fold in
Past all the stops where you could still see starting
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8. |
Shot Giant
03:13
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Grab them and throw them
Through a high powered wormhole
Toss those short little words
(And they go)
It sucks to wait
It sucks to sit down
All runny and post tense
Thoughts competing for head space.
All those charged little words
Out of the pulse thread
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Hot tempered with guns
Swarm in, the bees are heated
Fists, stingers, and buzz
Long reaches stopped with tasers
Fire standing its ground
Burnt sleeves are tracked with needles
Cries that don’t bring help
Cries that fall short
Then the thought of giving in
A time to reset
16, 17, 18 moments gone, no longer tasted
No longer causing harm
Cries that don’t bring help
A time to reset
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10. |
Molten Tiny Cell
02:38
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Can’t stop the tail, stop from swinging
After it’s own demands
Beliefs and spells are impeding
The forward strokes to land
Damn it for the noise it’s been making
And for fogging up the path
Can not set sail until there’s beacons
A marker, a point, a plan
Caught up in the swell
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11. |
Dust Storms May Exist
02:47
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Long spits, choking on the horse
Messages encoded, smeared and scorched
The rider checks his throat
The neck still pulses from his last warm laughter
Onward, roll
Brief shade that covers skin and bone
Burn breaks through soggy wraps and air
The rider checks his throat
The neck still pulses from his last warm laughter
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