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you can do what you love
05:16
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You can do what you love,
or what you are not afraid of.
I won't be corralled
by my regrets, anymore.
I don't want be funneled
through my life by my work.
We live a long life, and it is
scary to believe that all our dreams
could be these empty conventions,
like I keep avoiding
perfect for perfection.
And if nothing wakes me up
until the middle of the day
I could waste a lifetime dreaming
and grow old and die, just the same,
just the way I've always been
Just keep telling yourself
that you are moving on.
Just keeping seeing in yourself
the places you are from.
Give the land exactly what it asks for,
give your breath to the wind
give your back to the dirt floor
and they tell you you'll reap
tenfold whatever you sow here.
Open fields, the dark horizon
sits in wait for me.
Open fires, the violet sky
lifts the ground to swallow me.
And I can suck all the air I want
but there's no oxygen here.
Breaking down my life into the parts
I've gathered from reflection.
How am I of this town,
how did I choose my direction
One thing I know for sure is
every recollection stings.
You can't uproot yourself,
nor can you make your own
You cannot see yourself
complete without a home
you can't undo yourself,
putting memories in tombs.
Just keep telling yourself
that you are moving on.
Just keeping seeing in yourself
the places you are from.
You can do what you love
Or what you're not afraid of
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2. |
nightmare
03:27
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Last night together we both tossed and turned
in different beds across the world
but we dreamed the very same dream
You got weird then I got weird, too
providing needles for our balloons
no reason, just a horrific scene
I didn't mean it
I didn't mean to have that dream
You were right there
in my nightmare
But in the morning I woke up and forgot it
I spent my day being cold and methodical
well kept, by keeping dreams out of my head.
Every body needs the warmth of another
but in your stead in doesn't seem worth the bother
no other could make me turn in fits
what does it matter if you can't feel it in the kiss
You were right there
in my nightmare
And if our dreams are a reflection of real life
how should I feel in the day when I've seen you in the night
but it's been years since I dropped tears over my failures in the past
And I'm not in love with you at all, I'm just wondering where you're at.
and I'm aware of the chance that you've never dreamed of me
and I'm suspicious of the fact that you're so perfect in my dreams.
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3. |
raise fists
05:03
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Opening my hands up
was never so difficult,
when I was young.
But now as the joints harden up
I can only raise fists, my fingers fail.
Weighted, no more luminous form
no more dreaming of flying
until I am dying.
And how much is my new fearlessness
a product of morbid fear of holding on
and losing my head to a form, but
second-guess your own heart
and cease being human.
And maybe your new is so obvious,
yeah the darkness it comes from us,
we monster Us.
But knowing this, brings such empty rewards
feel superior holding yours but offer nothing new
And I know we're not built differently,
because I too see clearly yet I must resist
And you say "don't be surprised by what you might do,
you could become what's been done to you."
Have we earned/learned so much only to give it up?
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I don't want to get cold again
I don't want to lose my humor
to stop thinking
to shiver
to hate water
to feel dumber
to feign cancer
to lose my temper
just because i need a bath
and I don't want to get cold again
I don't want my face to make this face
to walk at the same pace
to stand with my hands
to stay so long in the same place
to be some mental
to angrily wash your dishes
to think that my friends aren't my friends, again
to think i know it all because i've been there
and I don't want to get cold again
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5. |
snow globe
03:12
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I haven't woken up all year
and if my body left the bed
it must've been without a head
and all you see is what's proffered
on the platter of my pillow
surrounded by my memories
like a little snow globe
dude, do not come shake me
you will only raise my worst
it's taken me five years to see
these dreams safely to the dirt.
I'm just copying the footsteps that
my head has legs to follow,
tracing backwards till I'm finished
suffocating my own shadow.
And if your guiding principle is nullifying
is it best act the caveman in defiance
and thereby amplify it?
Are you absolutely certain we create our own meaning?
Are you confidant enough to understand why you are dreaming?
And this is not good versus evil,
but I will not go on living in denial.
This is nothing but a spiral
and I guess that's my shape.
Take a breath and wait till the form breaks.
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6. |
werewolf
02:48
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I say that I resist
all nostalgic impulses and that
the greatest happiness
comes from the reverence
of the moment but in-
spite of my best intentions
I will slip into dreaming again
all the trifles make a lifetime
and how I miss, I miss how I loved them
I once made a wish
for my every memory to vanish
but when they really did
it wasn't right I nearly died
from the panic
I was sprinting through the streets
with my new werewolf hair and teeth
lurching toward a throat
that was me and it was mine
and it is me
and as our sides met
the me and myself wept
"what are we doing with the night?"
but overcoming guilt and grief
the little me surrendered to the bite
then willingly we laid down
drowning in moonlight
now the wild holds me close
and the warm life flows
from my neck to my teeth
and grinning in the moonlight
he says "look there, admire the winter sky"
Maybe I won't be myself again,
the past will slip away
and I won't be myself again this life.
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7. |
first law of motion
01:38
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We do what we're not
prevented from doing.
We say what we want
out in the open.
We live in the negative
space of the moment,
held to our courses by
the first law of motion.
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