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Primates
04:27
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Every step forward
As stubborn as it’s stern
Beating on my chest i say less and less every phone call
Revealing true nature, we’re
Animals, series of intervals, climbing out of our pathetic holes
Let go, of your ghosts, even though
you once were the one who needed them most
While condemning slurs
You’re feeding from a troth
And while ideas churn
The eyes are drifting off
The integral metaphors never could, put you down as they pick me back up
Let go, lesson learned, bridges burned, risk unequal to the return
The door slams and you motion vote no but the ink corrodes, after a moment it’s all indistinguishable
So swamped in a vail of numbed convenience, suddenly all communication’s been disabled
Wasted slumped in a basement, hands placed cautiously on each side, profiles adjacent
With every new face, in every framless picture I feel something die within me
You say that it’s innate
But if it’s not the chicken or the egg or the metal prongs on tables, where the fuck do I assign blame?
Animals, series of intervals, climbing out of our pathetic holes
Let go, of your ghosts, even though
You once were the one who needed them
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Overblown
02:11
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Information eminently dull
Provoking fears soak through your black raincoart
Doctorate bet you keep it close
Overprescribed, walking a moral tightrope
Information so overblown
Keeping you mounted on your throne
I don’t wanna be an example
It’s criminal, I know
My mind’s sealed up and stowed
I only listen for the things that I don’t
Wanna hear, isn’t that the way it goes
Tuning in only when you cannot ignore
Information so overblown
Didn’t peg you for the ebb and flow
Type A will be succesful
Type B’s a toad
Toxins in a sullen glow
Rehearsed, vetted, grown, and cloned, a moan
Escapes your throat as you lay alone
Wondering what you can’t go back on
This is all just speculation
A word tossed yet never thrown
Based on the expansive duration of
Your correlation pulls
What I’m skeptical of I’m critical towards
When I’m left for dead, orbited by all the others
Clench my fist, and exhale, silently unraveling
Truths that I’ve become a brute, an unformidable tuning
I don’t wanna be an example
I don’t wanna be an exit poll
It’s criminal, know
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The pilot over the intercom knows
How much we need to have the world at our fingertips
So i finger a bag of potato chips
Packaged in Berlin, Pennsylvania
The airline lost my guitar in connection
Likely it’ll be delivered tomorrow
So I passively watch college basketball
Nuturing for my material sorrow
I wonder when I’ll wake up for good, pour out the cup I’ve slowly been filling up
In this, I’ll try to balance the two
Resistance towards romantic cementing
And social critique, bland meaning imbued
That won’t read as frustrated white venting
In line for the cabin bathroom
I was sure that I loved myself
And then thought back to that time-old tune
The one that old Brian Wilson spewed
I wonder when I’ll wake up for good, pour out the cup I’ve slowly been filling up
I wonder when I’ll finally wake up
Pour out the cup I’ve slowing been filling
With all verbal false starts
A testament to our sense of
Where it ends and where beginnings seem to
Send the same delay signals
It was relevant at first, but soon sure as shit it’s worn to worst
We left the doors and made
A break for opposite sides of streets
And I asked for a flick of light
Although I had no desire
Just to forge what he would make of me
And the words that I’m fiending for
Under blockades I weed through acres and acres of dead
Flowers comprise my mortal bed I’ll forever fight against
When you leave I want to add
That you can leave me bound and gagged
And I’ll come back, looking like a fish taking its last gasp
Gut me and fuck me till I’m too worn to even consider self-worth
As the reason I was brought here first
And foremost I’ve awoken but it comes at a price that yearns to be put aside
If fearlessness is all that I’ve left to learn
Than why even try to speak
It’s outstanding it’s outstanding, It’s outstanding
That’s all good, but you know it exists solely so you
Could take what you wanted away and bury in it soil
And then someday harness the fruits of its toil
Virtuous proverbs aside, it wouldn’t be shit were it not contrived
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Higher Implications
03:52
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I teeter the wire between the place in your head and the places I deem sickly, filled with comfortability
Any higher implications only stem from past situations that I’ve been in, that I’ve worn thin
It took a while to see the farther I get, the less I feel guilty, the more you want me
Topped with linen sheets is my bed, stripped of everything it’s craving to be wasted
Spread your notes on my bed
The watchdog, is waiting, you’d better, go feed him
I wish that I could speak for everyone honestly I don’t care enough, yeah I’ll own up
What always startles me in the lines that I write is the lack of you that I see, it’s all I, me
Any higher implications stem from past situations I’ve been in, I’m worn thin
Topped with linen sheets is my bed, stripped of everything it’s craving to be wasted
The one thing, that held me, down under, was set free
I’m so elated that I can relate to people that look like me, that think and talk like me
Discuss significance of little bits and pieces that don’t mean shit, I’m overcome with bliss
The daily shy-away, the only buffer between my mind and incoherent screeching, like syrup seeping
It took a while to tune out the birds outside my window, the door that’s creaking, while I am sleeping in
Or staring at the ceiling
The watchdog, is waiting, you’d better, go feed him
The one piece, that held me, down under, was set free
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Room To Run
04:27
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Had the best dropped off as a volunteer
He'd invest her time in a monitor
to explain it all up to this point
and the stench clogs up in the colander
The flower never wilts away
though I worry about the ease in which your feelings are displaced
I can take them all
With so few moments left
Let's not get carried away with words leaving lips cleft open in the morning
there's something beyond this decrepit forewarning
I wish that I had room to run
or maybe just a ball to kick over to the side that you're on
I keep my claws well clipped
with no allusion to a will to jump ship
Still I'm baffled by, the little quips that make you tick
I'm the same one
rid of all guise
looking to pry
and my eyes open
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6. |
Revisiting
03:18
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If I was precise
I'd stick a pin
Into your insides
the plan I devised
It was flawed from within
If I was born today
then we could walk in sync
but I don't share the things I learned from the revenant
they've never seemed more irrelevant
I don't share the things I learned from the revenant
and all the things that you won't admit
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Natural Scent
02:43
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I run into you walking to get a bite
Funny, I’m on a similar mission
I ask if you’re expecting a call from someone
You say, where’d you get that impression
Later on, in a friend’s bed
I say I like your natural scent
And try and sway you back to a primal state of being
You’re so
Hellbent on escaping from
There’s nothing wrong
With you or me It’s just a
Generation gaffe, an asterix of silver age
I know there are places you’d rather be
But I was kind of looking forward to this
And I’m not one to operate heavy machinery
No presence in the folds of your front pocket
It’s not that I am offended
Just looking for time well spent
I may be in over my head
But my
Heels are firmly planted
In a twist of great irony
I sit awaiting your text message
And long for a much more physical reality
Where I
Needn’t click to turn you on
There’s nothing that
2 hours with me can’t fix
Confidence compels me to say
The next day
I learn your dad owns his own tech start up
All presumed open doors seem to slam shut
You don’t find my tech un-savvy act endearing
And just as everything was looking up
For me
You’re so many places
Girl I’m right here
credits
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