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Foxglove
04:51
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I guess I thought that it would be the way that I envisioned
every day a different play revision
instead, I’m treading water
instead I’ve barely lived
instead I’m only useful to the braindead
I thought we’d be singing nights
away
I thought I’d see a different part of you every day
Every time I’m in the desert of my own volition
all my demons come to stay, they
speak at inner goddess
convince her that they need to stay
I thought we’d have forever to stay this way
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Dry
02:59
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found a good word
better than the ones I've had
say it better- quiet and blurred
sitting around
its hot for May
like one great thing
Hold it closely
your big idea
like one great thing
find a sense of self falling down
upright the ground floor
made of parts and impulses
say it soft
made a way to forget
to get lost
say it to me your big idea
like one great thing
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3. |
Planchette
05:15
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found a figure in the pale of my hand
a low moon in crescent, I don't read the leaves
get out of here where I can't find you
get out of here while I can't follow you
wild eyed swing
take an axe to him
I know your figure
I'll roll your bones
I found a friend
in the knots of my oak
his old fingers felt my signs
and rolled all my bones
get out of here somewhere I won't go
get out of here somewhere I won't go
wild eyed swing
take an axe to him
I know your figure
I'll roll your bones
palms open so I can read the leaves
pull an axe from me
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Debbie
03:53
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My bike broke last year and I lost my cool
you didn't wait for me, but I'd wait for you
I want to say things for how they'll sound, not what I'm thinking
-that's not what I mean
Painted pinstripe blue
greased up the chain
I'd wait for you, and I left it in the grass
under the overpass
graduated at last
I'm not old enough sometimes
I don't answer what you ask
I'm left in the past
slowly at first but getting faster
your tires spin on black matter
feel the peace of letting go
of things you'd have never controlled
I'd wait for you, and I left it in the grass
under the overpass
I don't answer what you ask
I'm left in the grass
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Side Thing Rockford, Illinois
I asked the local witch to throw some twigs and pine cones down my basement stairs and this was the sound it made. I screamed, she screamed, the stairs is still screaming.
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