1. |
more now than then
03:06
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if you're waiting by the door
be more now than then
if you're haunted by the past
be more now than then
if you're worried about what's to come
be more now than then
MORE NOW THAN THEN
IF NOT NOW THAN WHEN?
WHEN THEN?
if you love tough from tough love
be more now than then
why wait until you're close to the grave
be more now than then
MORE NOW THAN THEN
IF NOT NOW THAN WHEN?
WHEN THEN?
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2. |
fragile
03:13
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audible hum
tumbling through arms
searching and young
sound the alarm
a steady pause
before the storm
rips and claws
down the shore
THIS SOUND OF YOU
STAY A WHILE
WE COULD USE THE TUNE
WE'RE FRAGILE
holding on and
shaking too
darelict walls
so afraid of you
spirals swirls and swings
the pattern of waves
tares up all the
stages we've made
THIS SOUND OF YOU
STAY A WHILE
WE COULD USE THE TUNE
WE'RE FRAGILE
we drift away
day after day
THIS SOUND OF YOU
STAY A WHILE
WE COULD USE THE TUNE
WE'RE FRAGILE
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3. |
like a landscape
03:42
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follow each other
into the grievance
of music never made.
threads of harmony
the beautiful sedation
letting each other go.
i sit carrying this
wreckless endangerment
deep inside the
dreaminess of monologues.
i have never mastered
in feeling forever
the first time.
lacking in consolidation
shadowed by distance
in full reserve,
i hear pasts, i hear pasts
my hungry love,
immobilizing yet alive,
show me how to live
as if freshly bled.
when a heart fills,
spill it out
for what i love,
known by heart,
laying next ot me
like a landscape,
cold on my back,
i will carry my own
if you'll walk me back.
my hungry love,
immobilizing yet alive,
show me how to live
as if freshly bled.
when a heart fills,
spill it out.
i will carry my own
if you want me back.
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4. |
liar
03:27
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show your hunger
and i'll run.
never admit
that i'm the one.
i will leave you
bleeding in the snow.
if you ask for the truth
you've asked me to go.
you're just a
kindness fantasy.
a liar, a liar
that is me.
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5. |
treering wonder
03:04
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catch a current,
drift by,
or link alongside,
far and wide,
and if the bored,
corrupt or callous
catch up,
wash 'em in the wake of
color swells,
re-ring their bodies and bells,
and if the pedants
and critics conclusions
catch on,
trip 'em up with
steamlined thunder,
treering wonder,
rooted deep
under feet,
where there
fearless care
mix and weave
to taunt and tease
starched pain
of the civic reign
over leagues
of ease
who humbly,
sensually,
roar with
the rivers twist.
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6. |
winnatoba pengolin
01:35
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Not so much..
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