1. |
Microwave Ohm
04:31
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Sidewalks spit up names of old carving hands
they don't read the same as they did
When I got home my head started to drone
and I couldn't go back like this.
How have you been-
How is your head-
My how you've changed-
where did my friend go?
Til the drudge of my week
set fire to my Friday
which burned through my weekend
left a hole in my ceiling
then the empty space
just filled up with noise
like mom's early hush
from the traffic outside.
Darling depression you're some kind of inertia
and my blanket's ripped from under
I saw from bed airplanes over head
coming so close but never touch down
The ohm of the microwave, hum of my A/C,
noise I don't like and some how I need.
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2. |
Digging Up Worms
04:08
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Summer's here and this house is a balloon,
some island I fear, some faraway corner of a room,
some blind bridge between two empty bellies,
someone to love and hate, someone beyond luck and mistakes.
Isn't this great- all the muscle it must take
to validate your pain,
like digging up worms.
Summer's here and this house is a balloon,
some island I fear, some faraway corner of a room.
This effort to be alive, some common goal,
some common drive, driving round and round
late at night.
Nice, isn't this nice-
some comfort in blindness,
some kind of kindred hate,
we'll all be extinct- and I'm digging up worms,
plowing flat earth.
Last night I went on a walk
to free my self from myself
and every step in the dark
just led from where to where else.
This glorified center of the world,
and some overstated math says
good good good
good good good
good good good
good good good
good.
I just want to tell you that I love you
the way that all the clouds tell me its cloudy
the same way all the rain tells me its wet
just like how the bloom tells me its spring,
it may be May again
and again.
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3. |
Balcony
04:49
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For a minute
I thought that I had it-
just kidding I barely grabbed it.
If someone's listening,
I think they'd find it boring.
Everything's beautiful here-
even our diseases.
How do I learn from my mistakes
if I haven't made them yet?
I feel wholeheartedly blank
like some grand granite idea.
Maybe we're trying too hard
trying to make this all last
maybe I'm taking too big
too big of a bite.
My brain's a parking garage
and everything's beautiful here-
but it could be better.
Getting really good at finding out
how much enough is.
I feel wholeheartedly blank
like some grand granite idea.
Every time we crash is 'cause we went to fast,
and what you got last night is something that you might
owe the next morning.
O look at the view, nothing you can't choose,
just a world of fruit rushing up to you,
falling off the balcony.
And I ate my glad til I'm doped and fat,
free of hurt and bad and there's something left-
something that I'm lacking.
I feel wholeheartedly blank,
like some grand granite idea.
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4. |
Doggo
04:34
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I'm just like a dog;
in front when we walk,
I don't own me, I don't own a thing.
Language mistaken for convenience
suddenly I'm lost in a place I thought I knew best.
Now all I hear are animal sounds
I can count the animal types.
We're only half made-
what are these silly bags we walk around in,
and if it doesn't end, where does it go?
I'm just like a dog;
heaven is the park, every day's a happy new year.
I admit I lost it when you came in-
all this time spent figuring out how big forever is.
Now all I hear are animal sounds,
I can count the animal types.
We're only half made-
why do the plants look so alien at night?
Not sure how they smell,
but they taste good, though.
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5. |
Interlude
00:57
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6. |
Eat Forever
03:20
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7. |
For The Getting
04:55
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I'm locked, got a lot, lot locking me
A whole lot stopping me
I'm not stopping see.
I'm loved, got a lot, lot of love for me
I'm so in love with me,
I'm loving selfishly.
I'm top, on top of some monster singing
'I left my friends at the bottom of his feet.'
I figured there would be time for my regretting
but now's good for the getting.
I'm dead on the back of his head
these green grass pastures
and sour patches of laughter, said
'I am immortal, yes I am immortal.'
I wrote to my god my request
and he forwarded it.
I figured there would be time for my regretting
but now's good for the getting.
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8. |
Long Arms
05:59
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Everyone's famous
easy to feel uninvited and aimless
an animal in the lawn turned into a woman
wore an expression I couldn't pin down
Boredom is death as days are long arms
I want to wrap them
wrap them around you.
Here's how it starts
so many ways for us to fall apart
too many days spent waiting for not much
too many days on auto-pilot
and it almost makes more sense
to live in the past;
plenty more space and friends
and the jokes laugh back.
And I feel like a fly
stuck between window and blind
wanna live like this forever
in this photo album.
No you're not pathetic
-even your failures
they're all amazing.
What are the chances
what are the chances you get what you wanted?
Just let me hold you
this time I won't drop it.
Here's how it starts
so many ways for us to fall apart
too many days spent waiting for not much
too many days on auto pilot.
and it almost makes more sense to live in the past
plenty more space and friends
and the jokes laugh back
and the future's so bright
such a burning white light
wanna live like this forever
in this photo album.
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9. |
Max
04:37
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I've lived here for years
but I haven't moved in yet
always thought I'd be somewhere
somewhere better
better than here.
The boxes are all tables now
the ones outside were rained on
I couldn't tell you what's in them
always thought I'd throw them out.
Guess who's stuck
stuck in two
two places and never here
not here, not right now.
And please meet my roommate
my sorry old friend,
the nights we spend in our hot car
the same one we showed up in,
You dressed in all the good parts
I made tallies of the bad ones,
there's such a great selection
there's always one to laugh at
like how I'm stuck into
two places and never here
not here, not right now.
And you said,
you said like you always did
advice I needed
live life with the living before
it's all a real, real, really long time ago
and I can't even imagine that
but soon I wont have to.
A real, real, really long time ago,
a real, real, really long line to wait in
I'm still waiting and I'm starting to think
that there's no consolation gift.
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10. |
Consolation
05:31
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I've lived here for years
but I haven't moved in yet
always thought I'd be somewhere
somewhere better
better than here.
The boxes are all tables now
the ones outside were rained on
I couldn't tell you what's in them
always thought I'd throw them out.
Guess who's stuck
stuck in two
two places and never here
not here, not right now.
And please meet my roommate
my sorry old friend,
the nights we spend in our hot car
the same one we showed up in,
You dressed in all the good parts
I made tallies of the bad ones,
there's such a great selection
there's always one to laugh at
like how I'm stuck into
two places and never here
not here, not right now.
And you said,
you said like you always did
advice I needed
live life with the living before
it's all a real, real, really long time ago
and I can't even imagine that
but soon I wont have to.
A real, real, really long time ago,
a real, real, really long line to wait in
I'm still waiting and I'm starting to think
that there's no consolation gift.
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