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Everglade
05:18
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Here it comes.
My big release.
Cascading, I’m lost again.
Walk backwards, to numb my face.
Novacaine to dull the taste.
One foot in, your silence breathes
Hold my breath 'til my ears bleed.
I still see the angels that breathe through your head
Give you my weak side ’til I learn to forget.
Falling and fading close your eyes and breathe
Slap on a fake smile to make me believe
If you could only see,
How blue your eyes can be.
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Pie in the Sky
03:09
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Down in the blue
Nothing left for you
Find something right
in everything wrong
Out my window
Need to let you know
I’m dreaming up this feeling
Do good on your own time.
Leave me to mine.
Count the stars above
Just bright enough
To light up the darkness in you
Look to yourself
I’ve tried to help
This time you’re left to yourself
Do good on your own time.
Leave me to mine.
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Swingset
02:30
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Break-neck speeds of light
calm me again tonight
Still I can see the pictures in my head
Reflected off your laughing eyes
Smiling. Laughing
Take up the world's time
While the fake horizon shines
Smile until my face is numb
Shadows dancing free
To this waltz in time with me
From way up here I think I see where I grew up
God it looks so different now
Breaking, reaching. Touching. Not feeling
Tasting my words melt, smile for the camera now
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4. |
Eleven Eleven
04:01
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It’s time to make a wish
To health and happiness
Can’t stop wishing once I start
I’ll always put you first in line
My chin's up and I’m sure I’ll slip into my old ignorance
Any second now, smack into another wall,
At least we can help each other up.
Must have lost my life with my lucky coin.
Holding ground I can’t stand on
Then I get my chance to grant my own wish,
But I fall again, looking up at what I missed.
My chin's up and I’m sure I’ll slip into my old ignorance.
Any second now, smack into another wall,
At least we can help each other up.
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5. |
Kami
03:54
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Drawing closer into black.
Catch your own eyes staring back.
Something in you pulls away each moment you pull on.
Upward stare.
Open mouth.
Head tilted back.
Through the windowpane your light fills in the cracks.
Then everyone comes undone.
Ancient feelings come alive.
Deepens the impact of their imperfected lives.
My talent lies in corners that my shadow hides.
Empty hourglass.
Make one choice to save your life.
I see the cracks in your walls.
It seems you built them to fall.
Looking down on the ground I can see it all so clearly now.
I wait each day for something.
But find that I’ve found nothing.
Eyes wide, hands tied behind the things we’ve all been taught.
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6. |
My Latest Epiphany
03:38
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In this photograph
Eyes bleed my heart out.
You stare, look and laugh.
Fills my void for doubt.
Can’t think of a better way to go
than to bleed to death with you.
Stained black into your white hands.
So what’s the use.
If I’ve been wrong before,
I can be wrong again.
If I trust any more, trust myself then.
Can’t think of a better way to go
than to bleed to death with you.
Stained black into your white hands.
So what’s the use.
Flames flicker life away.
Burning blue eyes.
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7. |
Dreamstate
03:50
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I see it in their eyes.
Innocence lost.
I see it in the pictures,
Taken years ago.
Destiny’s hand, molding lives and building roads to walk down.
So why do people stumble? Does the road end?
It trails into the wildest hills covered in the lush green entrapment of the sun.
Weeds swallow up the concrete whole and reveal a trail of voices.
Traces of dreams.
Angelic whispers through the trees ahead.
Yes, it gets clear.
The stars breathe through the ocean while we wander.
The winds carry the clouds while we punch in.
The road circles and drops for us.
The world falls to our feet and breathes its life into these silly lungs of ours.
Two pillows. One head. Never thought it would look this ridiculous on my bed.
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8. |
Dumbluck
04:52
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Free-falling.
With your wings.
I’m on top of things,
Now.
Helpless ground.
A View straight down.
Your wind against my face.
Shuts my eyes to the sound.
Everyone,
Digging so deep
For the answers at their feet.
Legs move through wet cement,
Drying fast to slow us again.
Open my eyes to doors I’ve closed,
Through this empty feeling.
Pull me up.
Become unstuck
Pluck out the centerpiece
of my trust.
And breathe.
Still as water.
Everything you do makes waves.
You sink my ship, you wash the ruins away.
Then your face excavates me at the bottom.
Follow the trace of water laced to see me rotting.
So I pull me up,
Become unstuck.
Pluck out the centerpiece of my trust.
It tears me up.
Just dumb luck.
Just one heart.
For the two of us.
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9. |
Line Jumper
05:57
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Keep to yourself,
Drink to your health.
It’s better that way.
Your heart is bruised by words I choose to let myself say.
Coming off of you is the hardest thing to do.
Saw myself in broken glass at your feet.
So tired of picking up these pieces that make me.
Paralyzed in your eyes.
Walk away with me inside.
The light burns bright through it all.
Sets fire to these paper walls.
I see these angels’ faces traced in memories.
The pale green stars above light up the carpet beneath my knees.
Light, dark.
Sun, moon.
Love, hate.
Me, you.
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10. |
Solitaire
03:40
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Take a spin
Until you’re wound and bound around
An inclination to give in.
The sound of silence wearing thin.
A slice of life.
That’s all you’ll get.
The light shines bright onto my eyes.
Stretched across your lines,
A purple sky defines mine.
Two hands count the time.
Making reason for this rhyme.
Direction, encompassed, starry blankets out of focus.
Peering out.
Dream within.
Refine a finer piece of mind.
And take it on the chin.
Align the time it took to find.
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Camera Obscura
05:09
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Eyes toying in this play set
Ideas only to amuse
Plastic stars on ceiling tile to imitate
Won’t you move the curtain from the window in this place.
Cast in.
Spilling forth.
Here the means to open ends.
Closed with the circles that we run in time.
Leave an out; a martyr for my selfish ways
Won’t you move the ornament from the window in this place.
With the blue screen behind, I act my part for.
Sculpted sea
of rusted shorelines
Whisper beneath
A thousand cold feet.
Divides of glass and static
Burning eyes
I find the time.
To call upon the angels
Rewind the playwrights’ lines
Back-packing through the trail.
Echoing.
Sentiment.
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12. |
Textbook Fall
03:25
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With a thimble you thumb through
These pages I’ve written for you
These words become my hands
These waters whisper the truth
A testament; Prescient,
Seeing it through these green eyes, I’ve realized a constant, an upside-down end.
Peering through your darkest haze,
Molding mentalities of your slaves.
With plastic words from plastic pens, you’ll bleed out the means to your end.
A testament; Prescient,
Seeing it through these green eyes, I’ve realized a constant, an upside-down end.
Turn a pale cheek, moistened by rain.
Your laugh kills me. Funny, I feel the same.
So I bury my head in books that I’ve already read
To keep myself from recoiling to you.
A textbook fall into you.
Gravity tells me to.
Nothing I can say, nothing I can do,
can leave an impression of any value
onto you.
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13. |
Photo Finish
07:32
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PHOTO FINISH
Neon. Flickering light.
Mimic the motions of daylight.
The waves from our mess made the sleeping sky I meet you in.
Your airwaves move
Carelessly through and through,
As fingers pulling on
The heart of my desire
The frailest hands
Bring out speechless eyes
Dangling displays in motion set to stone in the willingness of my sight.
Mudras crying out.
The Goddess, the Bleeding Science,
Decides for me now.
(Knowing your faults well enough to conclude yourself.
Burn the paper shuffling in your eyes.
Better off bleeding as the eyes of the particularly hated.)
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The Praxis of Theory
05:07
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Amassed amidst the shadowy symbols
Books bound in skin show paperbacks
Weary from hope and theory
The theory of hope closed within
And you speak
From those insides closed to me
While you read
You’re reading me to sleep
The notion of forward
To a head on backward
It’s new line of work steadily moving
Through old motions
And you speak
From those insides closed to me
While you read
You’re reading me to sleep
You should be
Coming of age to bleed
But I speak for myself
And it takes one to know one.
This lifelong trace
Of continuity
Into a little light left
Dying in me
And the engine burns
Well into my dreams
Surreal divide
Torn at the seams
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Solitaire (demo)
03:45
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Take a spin
Until you’re wound and bound around
An inclination to give in.
The sound of silence wearing thin.
A slice of life.
That’s all you’ll get.
The light shines bright onto my eyes.
Stretched across your lines,
A purple sky defines mine.
Two hands count the time.
Making reason for this rhyme.
Direction, encompassed, starry blankets out of focus.
Peering out.
Dream within.
Refine a finer piece of mind.
And take it on the chin.
Align the time it took to find.
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Textbook Fall (demo)
03:28
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With a thimble you thumb through
These pages I’ve written for you
These words become my hands
These waters whisper the truth
A testament; Prescient,
Seeing it through these green eyes, I’ve realized a constant, an upside-down end.
Peering through your darkest haze,
Molding mentalities of your slaves.
With plastic words from plastic pens, you’ll bleed out the means to your end.
A testament; Prescient,
Seeing it through these green eyes, I’ve realized a constant, an upside-down end.
Turn a pale cheek, moistened by rain.
Your laugh kills me. Funny, I feel the same.
So I bury my head in books that I’ve already read
To keep myself from recoiling to you.
A textbook fall into you.
Gravity tells me to.
Nothing I can say, nothing I can do,
can leave an impression of any value
onto you.
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Even
03:48
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White flowers in pale night,
Brushed by moonlight.
Silver and blue.
Silent, staring into skyline sharing with you,
Make one from two.
Spills on rooftops,
Dreaming over the horizon line.
Blinding and breathing,
Coruscating in these eyes.
Champagne sunrise.
Green and yellow.
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Burnfield
04:16
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She’s a vampire, dressed in red.
Wants me to join her among the undead.
She’s a good liar; never know just what she said.
Her teeth will sink into my head.
She sleepwalks down the stairs.
Stops at the mirror.
Finds no reflection there.
So she breaks it.
Seven years bad luck.
But she always makes it by way of someone else’s blood.
It’s time to turn in.
The sun’s coming up.
Into your coffin.
So I can nail it shut.
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Blacklight
05:50
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Foam-lit dawn
On this dreaming sea
Clapping waves of it’s secrets to me.
Outstretched arms
Just out of reach
Holding fast to what keeps you from me.
This pastel sky
This sacred field
Becomes the backdrop for what I feel
Her weathering winds capsize the lives to small to begin
Each looking glass plain as the days the blind hide within
Routine biased in beauty
Layer the slides as one.
You the projection, the perfect anything
Becoming undone.
My heart in your hands
You left me with yours
The emptiness absence affords
Fallen into crystal blue
Painting poetry on this glass for you to see through
My angels’ legs swallowed in grass
Solely as eyes, I let her pass.
Without effect
Your eyes drop low
Lips curled down
As teardrops flow
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Raise the glass
To our twisted sky
Stains soaking slow upon it’s lullaby
Coated in raining words of poetry amidst
The brushing,
as once I’d done,
of my blood from your lips.
The night of all the days we’ve known is upon us
Captures the moment.
Pacing further in your movement,
Into the day.
Displaced displays run-through
Empty roadways paved over you.
I’ve thrown the burning memory into a sunset.
Far over waters.
Keeps me banked ashore.
Resting our blue so I rest assured.
I’ve cleaned up after you.
A mess of a message buried with the truth.
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We are the hand-me-down
The stars move 'round.
Polar skies and offset eyes
Leave the burn just out of reach.
Hides behind transparencies.
We open to close
Down within the cold of arms.
Conditioned through the wind of emptiness.
And so the excuse becomes exposed
Immortalized in prose of common symbols of the closed.
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Glass and Static
05:58
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Cornerless living room
Sheltering fragments out of tune
Day breaks in the puzzle box
The puzzle in the pieces
Running across the lines
For the ideal loves the mind
In the escape the pictures dream behind
Held under a simpler light in a room for the rest
And what of the shelves, out of sight, out of mind
What the alignment, it lies for you to find
This can't be figured out this time
Consider this the misprint and still
We're just fine
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23. |
No. 5
03:53
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Chicago DIY label established in 2000.
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