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All of You
03:19
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I've been digging in the backyard
Watching all the things that glow with gold
I've been making lots of progress
With all the things that I've been told
Make my butterflies slither
All kindly, they're flowing
Into each other
All finding and all knowing
Twisted little fingers colliding to survive
and combining to become all of you
I've been feeding all my liquids
I've been feeling down and out
I've been making lots of rain-checks
For events that have been snowed out
All our wrenching metals
All grinding and groaning
Into each other
We'll find them, all showing
Breathing all your gases and bleeding from your features
All you inertia but you're standing still
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2. |
Critters in the Mist
03:26
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There are critters in the mist
Don't say anything, they hide
There are critters in the mist
They come all day and all night
And they gnarl and they crawl to the knotted trees where I am sleeping
And they snarl and the claw all the while my wires do not know
Where to go, where to go, where to go, where to go
But if you scream out to them
They will laugh and pretend
That they are critters in the mist singing songs
There are critters in the mist
Don't say anything, they hide
There are critters in the mist
They come all day and all night
And their shadows in the dark are stretching on the bark as you're waking
and the bubbles in your spine are popping all the time that you're low
Where to go, where to go, where to go, where to go
But if you crack them back
They won't howl or attack
That they are critters in the mist singing songs
There are critters in the mist
Don't say anything, they hide
There are critters in the mist
They come all day and all night
But there's warmth in their fur that wasn't there before that you noticed
And a pallid ashen glow in the midst of it so now I know
Where to go, where to go, through the snow, through the snow
And you'll be in the sleet
And you will see, yes you will see
The critters in the mist singing songs.
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3. |
Cinders and Embers
03:22
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With your telescopic eyes
You see it true where
Crawdaddies crawl
And snakes do slither
When you see through it all
The veil is lifted
Ideas flood your brain
And one is growing
But the sun is going to rise and you'll dance away from the dawn
Are you creaking in your angular spires?
Because you're dressed in sheets of white
You've become such a scary sight
With your rotted bark
Are you hiding?
Leaking all your salt
Molecules in motion
They are writhing in your skull
They pilfer pieces
Sweaty hearts beat slow
And bloom ideas
And the sun is going to rise but you're getting worse everyday
You're enclosed in your dreams and thoughts
And your shadows seem to screech
The fires lengthening their reach
And the sun is going to rise but the smoke will block your sight
All the particles illuminate and your eyes will shut up tight
Oh you put up such a fight
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4. |
Cycles
03:52
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We are precious cargo carted across the sea
Expelling sins and homilies so listen please
And sometimes we're vicious cycles destroying everything we make
Ignoring our mistakes, you make me wait
I never said I want to go there
I never thought I'd be that cruel
I never said I want to go there
You just forced me to
And we are pointed fingers dripping with wax and oil
My silhouette in the soil, scarred by toil
So if you see the traces of dark lines across my face
Cycling through my disgrace and distaste
I never thought I would do that
I knew you didn't want me to
I never thought I would do that
Now I'm sure that I'm a fool
So if we juice our bodies and we liquidate the past
I'm scared you won't come back and I won't last
And now we're twisted metals mercurial and vain
Rusting in the rain we're not the same
I never said I want to go there
I never thought I'd be that cruel
I never said I want to go there
But I guess it'll have to do
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5. |
Parasite on God's Body
01:24
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6. |
Body of Water
08:29
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Light
Broken light
In creaks in time
It bends and winds
And dark
Hollow dark
It knows what pours
It leaves its mark
So we dance
And we dive
This fleshy expanse
Frozen alive
We'll know
By the cold
By the cold
Where to go
spick and spangle
we arrive and untangle
unravel our things
and greet
the icy depths
board and breadth
we effervesce
we phosphorous
despite the flickering
blood ichoring
we approach ignoring
the bitter bicker
where the heat does permeate
compose and collate
whilst the world rotates
arbitrate the dark
and the ancient silence
Cold
All our cold
Has been surged
Buttoned and purged
Broke
Broken flag
All our specks
Irradiated
here and now
the world is loud
we sink and
sprinkle into
our solemn nets
our loyalty kept
we intercept
air nympholept
is one with whom
solitude
solace subdued
and subterfuge
results in exuded faith
in tasks we break our backs
we can't go back
to face the ruin
"Brass my buttons all the way
Let me sink into the clay"
"Bury beaks in sticks and string
I will be your precious thing"
"Seep into my shallow hole
Shadow me wherever I go"
"I know what to believe
Hope will bring you back to me"
"Lead for home and left for dead
Fold me tight beneath your bed"
"Pull your lips around my nose
I'll curl firm around your clothes"
"Body of water was my stage
Now confined within this cage
Where I don't know what I'm to do
Because hope won't bring me back to you"
And Sea
Oh Sea
I see
how it should be
When cold we will freeze
When warm we will breeze
We will breeze
We will breeze
We will breeze
We will breeze
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This fertile, fragrant Earth
Spins in fragile sweeping turns
Though you sit in the darkness
You move so elegant/Your stance so confident
Oh Secret of my Dark
Your feet soaked in the marsh
I'm so vilified inside, corrosive to the core
And my mind goes
So slow
But you seed me and lead me
To all the joy and unimagined things
Like trying to catch the bees out of my brain
All the joy and unimagined things
Like all the bones in your wings
Can you feel the wind
Wrestling with the trees
The leaves all overpowered, yellow in the breeze
And they move
Just like you
So softly and gently
Like all the joy and unimagined things
Like how the colours swirl all around
All the joy and unimagined things
Like all the bones in your wings
Bring all the joy and impossible things
Like how our shapes tesselate
And I can't tell why, you got so high
With all those bones
All those tiny little bones
All the burrowing bones beneath your wings
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8. |
Pareidolia
06:02
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Hungry ghost with throat so tight
Has come to haunt your bed tonight
In faint white wisps it comes to me
A beady dot sharp and ebony
A beady dot staring back at me
A beady dot where I should be
When you say it's not dark enough yet
Well, how much darker could it possibly get
In the fog I miss the line
A polished glass dug into my spine
A polished glass running out of time
A polished glass I could call mine
Black wall stretches higher and higher
Hungry ghost with throat on fire
There are spectres everywhere
Got an ear that I could lend
Got a minute I could spare
Got a heart but no hope there
And I see you've got it all wrong
The skies are open and they string you along
I'm falling from their shameful stares
Going turn from the eyes they bear
But you see I'm occlusion
Beady dots shine crystalline
Polished glass your least favourite one
All ears leant completely deafened
But they will hear you
They will see you
Universally
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9. |
Changes
03:19
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I'm afraid of changes
I make them everyday
My heart rearranges
All the things that I could say
It's a sad, sad thing
To release the love you bring
You've been making changes
You get stronger everyday
While I am left stagnated
Because I refuse to change
It's a sad, sad thing
To have someone clip your wings
To sing, sing, sing and no one's listening
Though I'm afraid of changes
I try to make them everyday
And though it can leave you frustrated
I want you to stay
It's a sad, sad thing
To have someone feeding on your dreams
To be a burden bereaved
And to swim in those drowning seas
But I'm drinking from your porcelain skull
And I'm pulling your chalky fingers
And I'm swimming in your blood
I just hope it's enough
Though I'm afraid of changes
I try to make them everyday
And the one thing that never changes
Is that I want you to stay
It's a sad, sad song
But it's not a sad, sad song
And it's not a sad, sad song
As long as you sing along
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10. |
Beauty
03:34
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You were always such a beauty
Your blankets clean and of pure white
And you grappled devil's horns
While training for the good fight
You held onto angel hair
But slipped down seven miles
And landed in a bedroom
Paying off the broken roof tiles
There was once that you held me
And let me crawl inside your womb
And you laughed on the inside
And I shook around my new found room
Then you spat me out with menace
You wouldn't let me stay
And I cried up an ocean
On which I slowly drifted away
You live with a volcano
He is just the tip of the ice
He is fuelling the mirrors
And your kept just barely alive
So you begged everyone to
Crawl out from their sleeps
And love you like no other
Because he thinks you're just something in the sheets.
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11. |
Fire
03:25
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Me
Spiralling flower
Robbed of my power
I see the mist
Through the dense circles of
Fire surrounded by fire
Surrounded by fire
Surrounded by fire
You
Serene and repose
Wearing brass clothes
Winged and free
You don't see what I see the
Fire surrounded by fire
Surrounded by fire
Surrounded by fire
Us
Encircled in hues
Burnt in our pews
Gunpowder streams
That spark and give rise to
Fire surrounded by fire
Surrounded by fire
Surrounded by fire
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