1. |
analogue rendering
05:36
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you'll have to do more than that
to turn me away
images from my past
to lead me astray
crunch of the gravel
footfalls mark the beat
wheels of resentment rolling onward
raised on concrete
ch
i landed yesterday
just over the hill
rain is falling now
from the dark gray sky
another analogue rendering
by my one good eye
ch
all I've got is this hiding bush
can't get across the street
beyond the door lies freedom there
but he won't let me leave
your love lies hanging
from the end of a rope
but I refuse
to give up hope
ch
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2. |
taste the risk
05:33
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laying low
all my life
don't want to attract
too much attention
when the wolves
smell fear
they're more likely
to come near
in my shell
i believed
"now i'm safe"
so ill conceived
now I want to taste the risk
now I want to know
now I want to grab your wrist
wonder how you'll throw
a thousand years ago
a story I overheard
now you ain't coming in
without the password
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3. |
passenger safety
04:50
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Silence crystallizes on my glass
and as we turn to make another pass
I catch a glimpse of light
in its liquid state
a hundred billion butterflies
arching their backs against the night sky
Air out
Out here beyond the curve of Earth
the sunrise don't mean so much to me
These days I dream in shades of black
still searching for carrier frequency
Air out
Press up to the window with your ear
Close your eyes, you can almost hear
Listen close and try to fathom
You can't see it, you'll just have to imagine
I recall the bioluminescent bay at night
I recall it wasn't always this way during pre-flight
Open up a window and air out the place
It's getting kind of stuffy and I could use some space
Evacuate the skewed memories of you
And all the twisted ideas I had about me
Air out
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4. |
space monkey
06:08
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space monkey
you ought to keep your feet
on the ground
for there is treasure
at the bottom of the sea
and lightning may light up the sky
the way you light up my heart
and make me want to cry
it is time
for a dive to the bottom
look up to the night sky
starlight filtered through water's surface
as you look up from below
it is time
to dive to the bottom
it is time to know
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5. |
glass jar
03:23
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i thought i knew what love was
let me put you in my jar
hold you up to the light now and then
and worship from afar
but my jar keeps getting broken
and sweeping up the mess
i find myself wondering
if i really know what's best
can i learn to brush you
with the wingtip of my heart
without reaching in with talons
and tearing you apart?
can i learn to cherish you?
can i learn to let you be
exactly as you are right now
and honor you as free?
i thought i knew what love was
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6. |
artful dodge
06:13
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he fires up his hybrid car
and heads into town
gluten-free bread and egg whites
he memorizes with a frown
headed to the grocery store
it will please his wife
headed to the grocery store
bypass all the strife
up and down aisle 5
a little basket in his hand
might gas up on his way home
sounds like a solid plan
headed from the grocery store
it will please his wife
headed from the grocery store
bypass all the strife
secrets have a way of exploding
blowing up in your face
back at home in the kitchen
got the groceries put away
bills are paid, does what he can
to keep the numbness at bay
sitting in the living room
with the lights out
wife has gone to bed
his hands are on his head
look away from distant shores
it will please his wife
don't believe in dreams no more
bypass all the strife
secrets have a way of exploding
blowing up in your face
a little too respectable
a little too calm
the slightest stir in the heart
is cause for alarm
but i say wait,
before you quell that cry
let it bubble out,
light up the sky
if there be wilds
that sparkle in the eye
now is the time,
no need to ask why
secrets
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7. |
do not touch my shadow
06:12
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now that the apocalypse
has been rescheduled
i can't wait to see what's next
upset the equilibrium
all for a bit of strange
that's when the riptide sucked me in
do not look away
do not touch my shadow
we've lost sight of land
letting go to taste the wine
tango on the edge of time
trade it all for food and sex
but you cannot count the cost
part of you has been lost
you feel the hand upon your neck
do not look away
do not touch my shadow
my doppelganger's after me
he's smiling, but i can see
the mirror's just about to break
when i'm no longer in the way
he'll step into the light of day
the waves will give, the waves will take
do not look away
do not touch my shadow
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8. |
the last unicorn
08:15
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We gathered sunlight
and we put it in a jar
Never dreamed
that we would travel so far
Still searching for
the Last Unicorn
They tried to warn us
but all we did was laugh
My favorite isotope
is cutting me in half
Still searching for
the Last Unicorn
I bask in starlit beauty
Won't you promise me
A sensitively-worded
obituary
His life's been getting easier
since last September
Vasectomy, lobotomy
so he cannot remember
In all its tragic, flaming beauty
deeply pleased by the sound of his own voice
Fully indulging distractions
In no hurry to reflect, preferring refractions
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