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little sprout bursts out
stretching arms to sky
waking from a lullaby
the melody was so sweet
dancing round my ear
through the darkness of the night
sun spilling through the roof
as we drive
greenery is blurring by
as you turn your face toward mine
I reach out to cup your fingers
in my palm
become a song I'll sing
got a million things to say to you
and all of them are true
I wanna spend the rest of my life
loving you
fingers cupped inside my palm trees
white light
fingers cupped inside my palm trees
white light
fingers cupped inside my palm trees
white light
fingers cupped inside my palm trees
white light
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2. |
London
04:20
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take me back to London
take me to the rain
take me to the station
cleaner than i came
you know that i love you
but it will never be the same
the next time that we come back
your face will have a different sheen
take me back to London
runnin to the shows, runnin to the train,
runnin up the escalator of my brain
the Shard in the dark
the smell of the ocean at Brighton
soft-core fighting
in the Indian restaurant
O has got a lot of nerve
ya gotta admire her
for going all in for art
you know that i love you
but it will never be the same
the next time that we come back
your face will have a different sheen
and why'd i gotta hold on
to everything so tightly
a fantasy of Preludes alludes me
nightly
O has got a lot of nerve
ya gotta admire her
for going all in for art
while you're smoking on the balcony
dancing in the park...
back to California
drier than the plains
longing for the greenery
the feeling of the possibility of change
is it just novelty?
or is it something in the air?
the musicality
of dialects spoken foreign to the ear
smoking on the balcony
dancing in the park...
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3. |
screw you, Descartes
02:43
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no separation between body and mind
I've been working on it all the time
wake up with all of these thoughts to be said
sensation spilling into consciousness
my heart is in a pillowcase
tucked underneath your head
I find comfort in this momentary vision
take me in the bed beside the countertop so cold
wherever else you want to
dance beside the dishes
we leave the room
up to the moon
you have my whole galaxy
you can think it in your hands in your feet
there's a brain inside your belly
that's gotta eat
you can feel it in synapses and waves
what I'm saying as I kiss you all over your face
kiss you all over your face
kiss you all over your face
kiss you all over your face
my heart is in a pillowcase
tucked underneath your head
I find a comfort in this momentary vision
take me in the bed beside the countertop so cold
wherever else you want to
dance beside the dishes
we leave the room
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4. |
snippet (star)
01:56
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I saw it from a star and i reached into the sea
I never found somewhere where I'm supposed to be
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5. |
oranges
04:04
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wishing for more
concrete problems
like spilt milk
or a scheduling conflict
mine languish in the abstract
a glance most likely
all projection
all projection
all projection
all projection
all projection
eclipsing the ray
moods muddled as mint in gin
wherever I am
whichever way
caught in a man-made slit of reality
too tight to breathe
an opening beyond belief
and out of reach
oranges could fall in the night
oranges could fall in the night
you can pick them up
pick them up right now
but they're still gonna fall
gonna fall in the night
settled in a smokey reverie
once I had technicolor dreams
now I see bright white
behind my eyes' static screen
oranges could fall in the night
oranges could fall in the night
you could pick them up
pick them up right now
but they're still gonna fall
gonna fall in the night
gonna fall
gonna fall in the night
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6. |
undertow
02:19
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7. |
occult
04:37
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grown up with monsters
I don't wanna fall asleep
supposing when I close my eyes
they'll come and find me
you can't stay awake for too long
you will start to hallucinate
create a problem
for your mind to puzzle
said I could never be seduced by cults
but I give into anything
as occult as love
subsume into a mist
of someone you have kissed
I live to one day not exist
I live to one day not exist
when she comes over
asking one more
I am surprised in wrinkles
Saturday yawns
deep in Instagram
already two beers in
I know I am
the weirdo now
so carpe D.M. me
slide into feelings
Hale-bopp
hippity-bee-to-the-hip-hip-hop
coming for eternity
don't know what to do
don't know what to do with myself
if you wanna show me
I will follow
been sleep-walking
for a while now
beam me up scot-
free of body
just you and me
a collective
of alien beings
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8. |
emote
02:50
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9. |
vulnerability hangover
02:55
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stomach ache awoke me
hadn't had the energy
to take mascara off
eyes are like a raccoon
breath is like a baboon
don't i turn you on?
what did i say last night?
did i pick a fight?
did i tell someone off?
or worse
profess my love
to somebody i don't want to show it to
somebody i don't want to have know
i would like to be comfortable
with or without alcohol
to say what's on my mind
when matters of the heart
bubble to the surface
when it's dark
and i am high...
wake up with a vulnerability hangover
i want to curl up and die
wake up with a vulnerability hangover
i want to curl up and die
rather than
profess my love to somebody i don't want to show it to
somebody i don't want to have know
profess my love to somebody i don't want to show it to
somebody i don't want to have know
woke up to a vulnerability hangover...
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10. |
awe
02:20
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didn't go to the party
but we caught a glimpse of several
caravans nestled
in the crests and curves
forgot that I like to walk uphill
in the cold
playing rock shows with our toes
that one madrone
in diagonal light
made me sigh
at the sight
we risked tripping on the trail
just by kissing fecklessly
freckles exposed in the gold
I used to worry
I couldn't write if I were balanced
but nothing's stagnant
in the perpetual advent of awe
then the song came on
only I could hear
frequencies
composed by wind through ear
by tree and seer
by you my dear
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