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Bad Vibrations
06:14
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I’m always rushing from one thing to the other
I’m still alone waiting for something
some kind of change that could change everything
being patient is being alone
come over, am I giving you the bad impression?
come over, am I giving you the bad vibration?
(people are always booking it in the other direction)
(it’s the feeling that you get when you hear someone calling your name
then you turn around, double take, and realize it was a mistake)
come over, leave before I give you the bad depression
come over, leave before I give you the bad vibration
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Swell
03:48
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Family trust: aching just to get your cut
Break the bank and drain the supply from its source
Swell, swell; silver lining is all that you get
Bland mistrust: I might have let it fester
and let resentment get the best of us
Swell, swell; silver lining is all that you get
Swell, swell; watch as these words shy over your head
Watch the child secure their seat
Take their time– I’ll take my leave
In time they’ll see
The taste of generosity
Made you steal a life for free
In time they’ll see
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Death And Dismemberment
04:21
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How is slow death any different from a long life filled with regret?
I spent August watching drama turn to horror with you
by the time you left I was states away in war shows
burnt up September binging scenes of beach invasions
casualties rose as armies clashed and I craned my neck
just to see if I could feel something in my chest...
Dismemberment eye for an eye and you can’t slur it
Dismemberment can’t come clean if it don’t exist
and you said “wash that blood off your hands”
can’t you see that I don’t understand?
and you said “wash that blood off your hands
can’t you see that it’s done to death?”
How is slow death any different from a long life lived on the edge of the knife?
that’s that no passing GO! no collecting 200 advance
cause you’ll discover that you ground your teeth as you slept
and where does that intention leave me in December?
and the feeling again it never ends
cause the arguments were cursory– fell flat...
Dismemberment eye for an eye and you can’t slur it
Dismemberment can’t come clean if it don’t exist
and you said “wash that blood off your hands
can’t you see that it’s all in your head?”
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Kata
05:24
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Slept through these meditations still I can’t sleep at night
burned out on inspiration, bent to spite
caught up in the rewind caught up I can’t get it right
Centered on the best of what you could be
take a hint cause no one’s sticking around to see
if your last effort will make the cut
Called out to higher powers: are you out of your mind?
the wick has burned completely, cannot make fire
kata, he said “dream it in the night” kata, “I can’t get it right”
Take a mental picture of who I’m supposed to be
I think my senses got it out for me
everyone is laughing at my form
running through the foliage of eras past
take the bait but I can’t make those feelings last
greeting folly for the face of an old friend
the same mistake again prone to distraction
supine drills won’t take– why can’t I relax???
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Floors On Fire
04:38
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If I successfully kept a notebook froze those times
what we had would have looked worse on paper than in real life
much ado about that; we endured through the fall
Storm of the century crashed last year’s weekends well through March
so we burrowed in the basement in pillow forts keeping warm
littered with takeout, teacups, and proposed bedtimes unobserved
when we sat in bitter silence proved your will was a force to be reckoned with
now I dread every text; quiet brace for each call
Much ado about that; I’ll hold my breath for my Love
if I can’t keep that demand and who on Earth can? Bag it all
if your personal hell is a complex filled with crumbling stories
worth of your past earthly transgressions blurring
then some floors on fire for the feelings I can’t inspire
I know I’m a liar for ulterior ends can’t deny
some floors on fire for guilt that never quite seems to subside
I know I’m a pyre, torch all too familiar reams of my life
some floors on fire for the feelings I can’t inspire
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