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A bird’s first fall
It barely feigns to
Flap its wings at
All there’s to say
Is that he lived the only way he could have.
A man’s first flaw
He nearly says
The fault is that I
Hate my own name
But it was the only name I could have.
First the rain
For forty days
The arc begins to
Fall under the sea
The beasts begin to smell the bodies.
Then the beasts
Begin to feast
On all the beings flesh
And they evolve
Into a somewhat better form of human
After all these days are numbered--A collection of souvenirs
After all these days are numbered--A collection of souvenirs
After all these days are numbered--A collection of souvenirs
After all these days are numbered--A collection of souvenirs
Memories
And storybooks
Will leave us to be
Leave behind
Entire species and our memories
Remember times
When memories
Were measured not
In things that could be had
But rather things that you had seen.
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I’m in the place of changing
Nowhere to put my face in now
Even in my way, No, Even in my way
Making my way will shape me now
In any day I try to hold myself it helps to
In any day I get to lose myself I see it helps to
I’m not about to let a moment go to waste around me
I’m not about to set a day to paces I cannot see
Deeper and deeper
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Jake's Dream
04:05
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In my dreams I died.
You did not save my life.
Why would you not save my life?
It could be,
I’m not for you.
I’m not for you.
Cosmic visions I saw.
By dark I was consumed.
And as my spirit spread,
you sang out, “I love you.”
It could be,
I’m not for you.
I’m not for you
As I awake, I fear I have mistaken.
All I await is all the stuff I’ve taken
for granted right here.
For granted right here
Sour taste in my mouth
I press myself to you.
We can’t be for someone.
We all must be
For ourselves.
It could be,
I’m not for you.
I’m not for you.
It could be,
I’m not for you.
I’m not for you.
It could be,
I’m not for you.
I’m not.
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Vintage Piano
03:22
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There’s a thing called art
What does it mean to me
What would you do if art appeared and set you free
Moving with a sound that’s calling
You can hear
What if sound showed up to take you out of here
Open the door
Let the beautiful breeze blow until you turn out the lights
Real life’s darker than most of us
Can’t seem to find my way back to when I was five
Take a step back
Take a swim against the tide
Jump into the moment that your music died
I’m thinking of my old piano
You can hear
What if sound showed up to take you out of here
Open the door
Let the beautiful breeze blow until you turn out the lights
Real life’s darker than most of us
Can’t seem to find my way back to when I was five
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Rt. 123
05:27
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Who makes my hands move when they do not want to?
Who makes my feet move when they do not want to?
Want to.
One two three.
Want to.
One two three.
Who makes the trees grooves when they have their birthday?
Who makes the trees groove when they do not want to?
Want to.
One two three.
Want to.
One two three.
Want to.
One two three.
Want to.
One two three.
You make yourself move, and you do want to.
You make yourself move, and you do want to.
You make yourself move, and you do want to.
You make yourself move, and you do want to.
You want to.
You want
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6. |
Sesame Boyz
03:22
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Slow stepping down a path
I never had to step and say that
A child that’s hanging from the stacks
You hope you don’t look back
But there’s made room for that
If it’s looking right
Where’s my sight, what’s beside, where’s this life
How’s it look in the light of your making
There’s a place where you put all those days in
Staying on end while they’re wasting
You appear and they get to be
Like they’re up on high
There’s always a sadness
But it’s a low one
And taller places are there to perch on
And look straight forward, and never blink an eye
I never blink my eye
But I look down
Am I staring into spaces I’ve done made to write about
How’s it look in the light of you’re making
There’s a place where you put all those days in
Staying on end while they’re wasting
You appear and they get to be
Like they’re up on high
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Cycle River
04:19
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Pass the runner
Pass the runner
On your left dear
On your left dear
A silent reaction
The sound of her paces
The sound of her breathing
Pass the biker
Pass the biker
On your left dear
On your left dear
A silent reaction
The sound of his bike chain
The sound of his breathing
Breathing in the river air
Breathing in the river air
Pass the whole city
Pass the whole city
On your west dear
On your west dear
The loudest reaction
The sound of her business
The sound of her breathing
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8. |
Saucy
04:25
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In a little waking hour
With a ray of natural light
There’s a piece of life laid out
Something stirring
Underneath the dying layers
In a glow of red sundown
There’s a sound of warmth played out
Even if it’s hardly moving
There’s only little moments of the same
Love that tends to fade
Till it starts to stay, giving off bright ray
Taking on a different sight
Words in a line to thread as a vine
And settle into a missing place
It’s not told that love in mind gets misaligned
Just a sight by running eyes
It’s not told when every running line will never wait by one’s side
Wait while a life love moves on
Headed toward a bright lit hour
Coming from a dark lit loom
There’s a piece of life laid out
As it’s changing
As a bit of dancing round
Moving to a flickered beam
There’s a sound of warmth played out
Even if it’s only playing
There’s only little moments of the same
Love that tends to fade
Till it starts to stay
Giving off bright ray
Taking on a different sight
Words in a line to thread as a vine
And settle into a missing place
It’s not told that love in mind gets misaligned
Just a sight by running eyes
It’s not told when every running line will never wait by one’s side
Wait while a life love moves on
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Know My Own
04:52
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The bellow of a bluebird’s call
The whisper of a waterfall
There are voices I can hear
Songs I’ve only heard while dreaming
A thunderstorm sits by my side
At night I’m floating in my mind
There are voices that are real
Crawl outside, where I can
Feel those visions, feel those voices
I know my nature
I know my own
A sea of trees turn into one
A trail that I am wondering on
There are voices that are real
So much going on in my mind
A natural world in my soul
Since when is winning natural
There are voices that are real
Crawl outside, where I can
Feel those visions, feel those voices
I know my nature
I know my own
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