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Bullshit
02:13
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we cannot afford to take the risk
biting our lips at the excess we swim in
and lie in our own shit
they say the harshest winter is after we leave our bodies
we breathe it in and it burns our senses it bubbles in boiling bile
wash every inch off
or acknowledge the thought
and let it pass while they pour bleach in our nose
all over the city, all over the people
it rains down and floods the mississippi
it seeps in the water, its supposed to counter carbon
and the bullshit...
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Salt Lamp
03:38
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roars
rolls
dust
cloud's slow like the fog before
sun
pink
dust
settles over our bright light bulbs
thread the weave and sew
to the rhythm of bellows
a singer...
doo doo doo doo ahhhhhh
the sound of a pump organ
heart
soul
one burns
in the pinkish glow crashing down
doo doo ahhh
soft pink dust
ah!!
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I don't know why it is so hard
to keep a routine that i can live with
give myself a chance to love who i am
love who i'm not and give love back
it doesn't matter now i know god's gone
if i let him back, the hole is still there
wipe away the years of whats been tearing the world apart
if god's gone will something else take its place
there's truth, if they tell you its there than run
and don't ever come back
never will there be something to take it's place
except for what's right now
ignorance might just save us
some of us just shouldn't look for light
smart enough to know there's something wrong
not smart enough to solve the problem
give myself a chance to love who i am,
love who i'm not, and give love back
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Work/Sleep
01:09
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Just fall off of a tree
we escape from what, i don't know
whatever you want to call it
soak up in a bath
we're reaching for what, I don't know
whatever you want to call it
some wine, some weed
some fire, some peace
some attention to my breath
cut before i am prepared
i'm not ripe to taste
i bet i'll be hard to sink teeth into
i escape from what, i don't know
whatever you want to call it
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Mantra
03:26
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I'm falling into pieces
I might not come up for air
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Ipava2
02:52
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it was in the cornstalks
where i heard your breath continue
next to mom, under new grass unplanted
there's a picture taken
as a young man, baby faced
amongst corn that now surrounds you
I can't believe you died
standing on her grave with flowers
to put down for her
i know we don't believe
but she's hurting somewhere
I can't believe you died
where we protect our hooves
we reminisce our times in Carthage
every song and sound uncolored
it was in the cornstalks
where I heard your breath continue
next to mom, under new grass unplanted
I can't believe you died....
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7. |
Loops
04:17
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disintegrate
the iron lose grips
every crumb and crumble of the tape
arise - you rise
try to keep my knots tied
i can hear my heartbeat
as hard as engel can kick
it rusts and falls apart
every sound and color falls away
when all those people died
there is the gaze
not a sight for sore eyes
it burns but i look anyway
i see things repeating
every time is new still
break up into small parts
every time is a new shade
dear one, the world is waiting for the sunrise
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NEW GRASS Chicago, Illinois
New Grass is music by Lucio Oquendo.
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