1. |
Connecticut Visitation
02:40
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I planned to leave my town that day
At the dawn
Of breaking light across my waking eyes
Instead of mourning, I left late
And said that ice thaws
And melts away with subtle wind and subtle rain
Ring around the Rosie pocket full of ashes
All preserved and we all fall
Down in the meadows got some friends a frightened
They wonder if a god really even likes them
Caught again and a knife is raised
It slices bodies bare as she just stares away
I can’t put down thoughts inside
that build me up and bring you down
And then circle like a ghost’s love in a gown
And not to say it doesn’t shame
My heart to pieces when release is
Just a word, a text, a call away
Ring around the Rosie pocket full of ashes
All preserved and and we all fall
Down in the meadows got some friends a frightened
They wonder if your god really even likes them
Caught again and a knife is raised
It slices bodies bare as she just stares away
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2. |
This Town I'm Leaving
02:30
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See trembling veil of evening
Inside this town I’m leaving
Where I grew up, it’s not how
I foresaw it all going down
I touched your face
I was the child in the back in the burlap sack
Touch your face, I touched your face
Two brothers in a hut in the wind and the mud
With grace, within grace
It was the tea time party when I asked you to dance
With grace, within grace
We mourned around the grave in the pouring rain
Touch your face
This town is full of dead eyes
I’ll watch and wait to defy
But in the end I’ll join them
Morning coffee, on my way to work and
I touched your face
I was the child in the back in the burlap sack
Touch your face, I touched your face
Two brothers in a hut in the wind and the mud
With grace, within grace
It was the tea time party when I asked you to dance
With grace, within grace
We mourned around the grave in the pouring rain
Touch your face
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3. |
Recently She's Nervous
02:24
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It’s so obscene:
Seventeen years old, she
Turns to God and cries out:
“Why are they so quiet?”
It’s then she sees
How much she could be
Dead in love with herself,
But recently she’s nervous
That she will be thinking
In foreign letters:
Forlorn’s the word.
For once she’ll be
All that she needed.
Could you conceive this?
Or receive this?
Is it absurd?
“It cannot be
Held here”, said the beam
Of light that never shown down
Until the break of dawn, how
Could this girl see
Herself In ordinarily
Comfortable positions
But no regrets, she’s fiction
And you won’t be
Everything that she meant
By surfacing passions
And no love can’t
Single handedly
Handle lust that’s free:
Is she me?
Is it confirmed?
Are you concerned...
For me?
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4. |
The Tower Up North
02:28
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Give me direction
In light and sound
I was the child
Borne too dumbfound
All the people
Who fall so fast
From movements of grace
And what they thought would last
And what has passed?
Where were you going
And would it last?
They see like roses
Rotting on the bathroom floor
Tiles like the blood stained
Windows on the tower up North
Give you instruction
For seasoned ground
the houses and rooms you knew so well
Newly weds
and futures wound;
Sewn somewhere down in
hell,
Or down to heaven
Where will you find it?
What were you given?
They see like roses
Rotting on the bathroom floor
Tiles like the blood stained
Windows on the tower up North
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5. |
Friends (In the Night)
03:51
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Don’t you walk away my friend
Cuz I knew we knew it when
You said “what hurts will end”:
Those words they aren’t a sin
I don’t know if you feel
How much I care for you:
“I’ll never give up or defend,
I’ll never walk away again”
That pain will subside
With time and drawing lines
I always finalize my words
As the sort of law to be heard
Do I I believe that? not quite
When your words they cut like a knife
In the night
Of unrequited
love and strife
I don’t know if you feel
how I feel for me
how I feel for you
in this time of blurring signs
I don’t know if you fear
how I fear for me
how I fear for you
in this time of blurring signs
In the night
Reunite
Your thoughts they sanctify
The prayers I confide
In to make it through sighs
You let out when it’s bright
Out, I hope you lay to rest
Your worries in your nest
To let the futile grow
In ashes from below
And I count on you to sweep
Me right off of my feet
When you look at my that way
And ask me “will I stay?”
“No, I won’t walk away”
But I’m so close to a break
Of dawn, I pray
For once we’ll lay
And say
Te amo
I don’t know if you feel
how I feel for me
how I feel for you
in this time of blurring signs
I don’t know if you fear
how I fear for me
how I fear for you
in this time of blurring signs
In the night
We delight
Always pointing to the light
It’ll pass just give us time
Let it pass just give me time
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6. |
Receding Vows
03:02
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It’s not a fault that the light at the table is dying out fast
I must be going but it’s nice to meet you at last
Out of time
I don’t see how you see how this moment is out of my time
Out of lust
I don’t know if you see like confused misery this cursed lust
It’s a must
But you
Do You Feel
Me?
But we don’t
Talk much no more
Recede
We have decided to let go at sunset
To reach the moon
Cuz thats how you said that you loved me till sunset
By blinding the noon
We’re out of time
I don’t see how you see that this moment has purely no time
It’s a must
I don’t get why we fight it when truly the end is a must
Out of lust
But you
Do You Feel
Me?
But we don’t
Talk much no more
Recede
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