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I'm folding on the chair
The shades are closed tight
My mind is in the ceiling fan
I'm screwing up my eyes
I know I must be done for
I'm trying to sweat it out
I'll never sleep it off
til the temperature goes down
down
But I like it , I know that I do
I'll remember the way out, just you wait now
I'm filling up the room
My skin's fused to the couch
I'm melting through the carpet
trying to get out
The door is up a mountain
The hallway is a lake
Thermostat's on lockdown
So I stay inside and bake
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2. |
Mother Mary
04:28
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Street game, the street game's alive
Spirit blame, it's what you needed
Crashing through the window pane
Teething, grow up to find
Demons in your capactity
Can't see the woods for the trees
Once was, was not
One storm, non-stop
(Chorus) Mother Mary told me "son
If you keep looking back you are broken"
There's too much confusion and illusion
for the way to be clear
There's no way out of here
Mother Mary had a child
and she left him before the horizon
I'm still contemplating, contemplating
I'm alone
Seek blame, seeking a lie
Seek fame, it's what you're needing
Forgot the void whence you came
Scheming, yeah what's yours is mine
Believing is self-decieving
Can't see the woods for the crime
Once was, was not
One storm, non-stop
(Chorus) Mother Mary told me "son
If you keep looking back you are broken"
There's too much confusion and illusion
for the way to be clear
There's no way out of here
Mother Mary had a child
and she left him before the horizon
I'm still contemplating, contemplating
and I need more
So find it
No more face, can't keep up with the pace
I've got a place and a case and a bag of it
(Chorus) Mother Mary told me "son
If you keep looking back you are broken"
There's too much confusion and illusion
for the way to be clear
There's no way out of here
Mother Mary had a child
and she left him before the horizon
I'm still contemplating, contemplating
I'm alone
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Siebenaudi
05:24
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Birthed from my deepest roots
My shivering children, little green shoots
Hanging from my boughs and creepers
Curious lithe secret-keepers
You mark my words
I will be heard
I move through herds
and soar with birds
You mark my words
I will be heard
Astride the earth
You fell far from the tree
but you're still the same to me
Flowers, stalks and leaves
You fell out of the nest
Just like all the rest
Consider yourselves blessed
that i'm still with you
Crawled out from my deeps and fathoms
My vales and gullies, lakes and caverns
Never forget my gift of breath
My ebb and flow; birth, growth and death
You mark my words
I will be heard
I move through herds
and soar with birds
You mark my words
I will be heard
Astride the earth
You fell far from the tree
but you're still the same to me
Flowers, stalks and leaves
You fell out of the nest
Just like all the rest
Consider yourselves blessed
that i'm still with you
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Ink
05:03
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Chosen, to tiptoe through the pages
Annals, reams of prose made flesh
How to, be good enough to read
Just a paragraph
It's getting late
There's a scrawl on the page
Paralysed in a moment of history
And I can't complain
As the hours tick away
I'm a splatter of ink in an allegory
I'm written, yielded from the wells
A little stroke of irony
The faces that pass you in the street
Just subtexts and plotlines you never get to read
It's getting late
Still a scrawl on the page
Paralysed in this moment of history
And I can't complain
As the clocks tick away
I'm a splatter of ink in an allegory
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Noble Rot
04:51
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What a relief, a pace I can keep up with
Switch off all the switches I need during the day
Keep the lamp burning
Look hard into their faces
It's a bit of proper freedom
Find it in the strangest places
Don't be such a know-it-
-all you do is speak it
I'm a pint-sized prophet
Quick to spread an edict
Drink to yourself, to your good health
Wait for the hour, wait for yourself
Call it avoidance, evasion, escape
Anyone that doesn't need it cannot be awake
Elevate crushing weight
Calm us down for heaven's sake
Make it all okay, okay
The only think that works that way
'Rock and pool, nice and cool'
Drink to yourself, to your good health
Wait for the hour, wait for yourself
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