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Why I Go
04:44
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I wanna shed all my posessions
become so light that I float up to heaven
with no more lies and no more weapons
A paradise even for a skeptic
It seems a bit too much to me sometimes
That’s why I go to bed at night
to slowly practice dying
over and over until I can finally get it right
My memory fades right as I’m waking
I got a taste lying there forgetting
how I Lost my teeth, and saw my father,
swam through the air, and thought that I was falling
I’ve always been so scared of heights
That’s why I go to bed at night
to slowly practice dying
over and over until it finally
feels right
Turn out the light
and lose sense of time
Wander down the hall
To the sun peering in through the blinds
the tunnel at the end of the night
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2. |
Ghosts We Can See
03:12
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the starlings play
backlit by a turquoise temple spread beyond
a vast array of sycamore antennas gripping at the flock
Out of focus
out of mind
and I’m standing in the middle of an empty street
I can be perceived a fool
but I have always been haunted
by the ghosts that we can see
Lonesome songs Float like paper echoes
Unraveled by the trees
A sudden stop
a flash of black and yellow
explodes in memories
Out of focus, you will find
That I’m standing in the middle of an empty street
I can be perceived a fool but I have always been
Drifting slowly miles away from here
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3. |
Sadly Strangely Happily
03:00
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sadly strangely happily
find me on a sandy beach
I’ll hide behind apple tree
and watch the ducks go by
Standing watch upon the shore
a lonesome goose and seven more
never wet but waterborne
Sliding from the sky
always something more to give
not that we would let it live
always something more to get from life
all the way from Tennessee
dropping in for a cup of tea
tell me you’re in love with me
before you spread your wings
headed for Saskatchewan
covered in your camouflage
Dropping in to my backyard
Just so you can sing
Sometimes things just take all day
Sugar maple boils away
Snowdrops hang their weary heads
Knowing it will freeze again
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i won’t be upset when I’m frail and old
my fascination with the terrible will keep me satisfied, i bet
confused or with it, more or less
I’m always lost inside the narrative
Repeating plots and worn out characters
a picture-perfect paradox
I’ll be less ghastly when I’m gone
Blown away on the breeze
who’s gonna hear me now?
this body needs an owner’s manual
Clothed fed and beaten like an animal
I win the flagellation prize
oh i’ve been here before
i fall through holes in the floor
when love comes knocking at my door
if there’s a universe that’s parallel
just give me something that’s comparable
I’ll take these same old molecules
as long as there’s someone like you
Blown away on the breeze
who’s gonna hear me now?
Nwod-edispu m'I ,thgir er'uoy
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5. |
There From Here
04:23
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wandering in the dark
no longer grasping what you left behind
making out the sleeping faces
in the moonlit mountainside
you can’t get there from here
Battered wings are whispering
the secrets that you could not hear
Till you walked away from all the bluster
and out in the clear
you can’t get there from here
you can’t get there from here
Your bottle never left the shore
Swallowed by your own front door
Distant clatter, rabbits scatter
Hearts inside their cages bust
Grip your ears but you still hear them
Grinding people into dust
you can’t get there from here
you can’t get there from here
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6. |
Stacking Skulls
03:44
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Companies love misery
by the skin of hen's teeth
As the crow flies, so do we
cut through lawns of abandoned weeds
And the dust falls like the snow
inside our bungalow
while the dog lies listening
wondering where we've been all day
Out of plaster, wood, and jars of paint
make your masterpiece
and if any part remains I'll build a house
where we say we live
Polyester smells so sweet as I iron everything
while my promise of doing better vanishes
with the steam
Rolling boulders to the top
is how I got these weary bones
Someday we'll all quit our jobs
stacking skulls in catacombs
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Temporary Broadcast
03:04
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This is a temporary broadcast
casting a sphere of hope
tempered by existential common sense and narrow scopes
From an invisible island
aloof as a brick in the road
part of the infinite that makes you think you’re not alone
Maybe it’s just dust and gas
Wavelengths in the breeze
Shadows of forgotten pasts
Speaking back…
in the highlight of my sickness
no one else disagreed
We built a fireplace to radiate a violent heat
a cooperation scarecrow
clenching a fist full of worms
cloaked in an innocence to cross the bridge
a trojan hearse
Maybe it’s just dust and gas
Wavelengths in the breeze
Shadows of forgotten pasts
Speaking back to me
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8. |
Supernova Dust
02:44
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Listen to the cricket
You used to hang onto every word
Keep making wishes
you gotta understand, kid, that all things burn out
a universe lies behind the clouds
I Spent this whole while sending my starshine
on all those cold nights, struggles, and hard times
you went your whole life out of the spotlight
but I’ll make your dream come true this time
wipe off those tears
I’ll fly through space for seven hundred years
just to make you smile again
and all the while you sweet child o' mine
So dim under city light
I Spent this whole while sending my starshine
on all those cold nights, struggles, and hard times
you went your whole life out of the spotlight
but I’ll make your dream come true this time
the second time around, my supernova dust
will turn into everything you ever
Wanted, Love, and Know, and Trust
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9. |
Find Out For Myself
03:26
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Pure light in an open room
I wanna wander and wail
No time for elephants
Just gonna ponder the snail
Hardened off from the cruel world
Too attached to get away
I’ll have to find out for myself
and choose the better things to get everything right
I feel fine but I can’t tell
I’m only hemorrhaging the memory away
Line ‘em up in tidy rows
It’s best to be prepared
I keep drilling pilot holes
Before I know what’s going in there
Our sun is a falling star
But we make wishes anyway
I’ll have to find out for myself
and choose the better things
to get everything right
I feel fine but I can’t tell
I’m only hemorrhaging
the memory away
I wonder what it feels like: Well I’ve got it
I’m worried what I’ll leave behind: How neurotic
the Truth is hidden
Somewhere underneath a trail of slime
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10. |
Owls of the Night
02:21
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how is it that I have missed almost
every sunrise of my life?
I wait for a kiss like a frog in a pond
peeping through the pines
tucked in and frozen, stuck in my own skin
Owls of the night never make their beds
Whippoorwills wait til the souls are dead
a toast to the bloodstained sunset
a walk by the light of the moon
Worry and wait, I can sit in one place
and keep my dreams downstairs
I long to explore but I’m short to ignore
the static in the air.
Panic, and thunder,
just let me slumber
Owls of the night never make their beds
Whippoorwills wait til the souls are dead
a toast to the bloodstained sunset
a walk by the light of the moon
a walk by the light of the moon
a walk by the light of the moon
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Edmund Starling Urbana, Illinois
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