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Pacing around like I'm trouble again
And I guess if we could just the pretending
We've all been ascending the same hill forever
I was a fiddle strung with my own guts
High at 18; 28 and mustache and beard ain't connected
I'm mild, dissafected, and over it
I ain't over it
When you get snowed in it's beer for the breakfast
Trash is piled high in the back of the kitchen
if we could just get all these bags to the curb we'd be over it
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Holy Motors
02:42
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Go see the cow eyed throng at dawn
Become slick with their oils
Shunt in the shoal again
Why don't you cover your mouth
Settle down
Barely present and down below
Blow by human blow
Clamoring over you
Birds like cinnamon call
At the maw
You know I'm dying for it
You know I'm dying to be
Just a rock in a stream
And when you're making your coffe
And when you're brushing your teeth
I'll be here living the dream
What manse do we careen toward
Settle and praise the lord
You're on your own again
And Despite what you've heard
There's no word
You know I'm dying for it
You know I'm dying to be
Just a rock in a stream
And when you're making your coffee
And when you're brushing your teeth
I'll be there living the dream
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The Sea Wall
02:52
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Oh was it ever you're own
Or was it only your mind
Give me a sign
What you've got on the inside
And I'll be here
Dribbling these words
Towing a line
Air like nickel and salt
Hang like a pickle in brine
And you gave to me
Half digested by sea
Bits of bottle glass
Here at the sea wall
Towing a line
We are poor passing fact
In a perfectly moving machine
Still so serene
Put the fence in between
I'll be here
Dribbling these words
Towing a line
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Spangled Sun
03:06
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Blissed
02:25
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Blissed out on the carpet
How it spins around till
It's time to come back down
Bleed now
Color seeps into the sound
I hope it's for the best
Gold old friends who still call when they're in town
Seem like strangers
Bearing different stations now
Bleed now
Color seeps into the sound
I hope it's for the best
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The Least
02:27
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As the sound is dying down
You can hear the squishing shoes
Of the people as they leave
Full of what they came to
And the ice that's in your drink
Growing waterier as you think of
The least important
Things that got too far
The old coffee cups in your car
And the mildewed shower wall
Buried deep in the protocol
But to frame is to exclude
To prioritize to elude
All the least important things
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Sorry Buddy
03:07
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Well I'm sorry buddy I'll be around more
Stay a while count the tiles on your bathroom floor
And do what I can to be welcome and witty
I know lately I can seem like a closed hand
I get tired knees and pleasantries can seem so bland
Hello is cloying when you're seeking pity
Black out the window
Salt in the garden
Bold as a high pile
Soft as a pardon
I think you're wrong man
No need to harden
For there's a tulip
Out in the yard a -
Flat white sheet on my floor bed
I am dreaming of you
Porch is sallow and you're lit like a bad dream
Walking barefoot on the gravel just to try and
Glean some knowledge or toughness
The world is still pretty
But you fit in it like a man in a boys suit
Swelling like a summer door or a spoiling fruit
Intended for tenderness trying to be gritty
Black out the window
Salt in the garden
Bold as a high pile
Soft as a pardon
I think you're wrong man
No need to harden
For there's a tulip
Out in the yard a -
Flat white sheet on my floor bed
I am dreaming of you
Blacktop blessed by a white streak
I am dreaming of you
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How to Pose in Pictures
03:43
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Pitch your shoulders to the side
Make a smiler big and wide
Dip your chin and don't avert your gaze
Hold your breath and count down
It's one of many ways
How to pose in pictures
Stay in frame
Think of what you're trying to convey
Ego predicates the need
Rolls from deed to larger deed
Till you plateau and start to fade away
You've got yours and I've got
Quite a lot it seems
How to pose in pictures
Stay in frame
Think of what you're trying to convey
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CT Wrapper
03:34
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CT wrapper and a ripped pillow cloud
Some deer guts on the shoulder they're
All scooped out like a sand dunes fore
Sights like pregnant packets of seeds
In the locus of your childhood memories
In the smell of cedar
In the speckled shade
Tautness waning worn out clay in
Back of the kiln getting warped and stoved in
Brackish water Indian summer
Back of the class getting lost an getting by
Been about an hour since you stood at the base of it
Half an hour later and you'll know what it takes to be happy
What it takes to be happy
You gotta realign your focus to what's in your control
Maybe plant another crocus at the end of the row to be happy
That's what it takes to be happy
Though I know you I can't hold you
Back from the whim that calls you so
I owe no favor fit to save a
Place in your story morning glory
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