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Stile
03:45
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You pulled apart a pose
I won’t pretend I practiced
With the sort of smile that sends me
Pleasantly to pieces
You see I sort of want to say
I sense the start of something
Someone somewhere once
Called special
Live your dash
But not in a hurry
Popular delusions and the pull of the crowd
Will help you suffer the ‘what if?’ and the ‘how?’
And if it’s so we find ourselves afloat in space
Sharing air with none to spare
Sure to perish
I’ll cO2 you, cO2 me
Breathing you to death is not so bad
Live your dash
But not in a hurry
Live it in style
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Tier
03:43
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When purpose is a metaphor
A useful, but oft twisted metaphor
It’s easy to muddle and it’s easy to slip
When you’re sludging around in primordial shit
Just lie with me a little while
I don’t want to blow it
There’s many a slip between the cup and the lip
I don’t know what I’m doing to not have time for anyone any more
Sometimes I want to be tempted
Or I may as well just do it with myself
Because sometimes I want to be tempted
I’ve fallen in love with a reflection of me
With all this flesh that’s a survival machine
A, T, C, G – that’s you and me
Who cares? I care
God you’re lucky
No reason not to believe
What luck
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3. |
Balloon
02:28
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Words to pore and pry apart
Swim between and sink your teeth
I’m sorry you leapt you small red seller
I’ve not read about you, just noticed the header
Pavement pounders, you’re smithereens
Young good looking villain
Lethal dose, pumped to convulsion
I can only assume we’d already sussed him
Manoeuvre around
A princely pen pal with sage advice
Plugging herbs that will save your life
A princely pen pal blaring advice
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Replicator
02:59
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Swallow your words
Muddle along
Follow the flow
Replicator
Tunnel below
Colour anew
Bottle a few
Whaddya know?
Replicator
Replicate, replicate, replicate
Bodily glow
Cut in the loop
Sloppily choose
Forward a thought
Caught in a bind
Give up the ghost
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5. |
Ascendling
04:07
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He’s often low
You bury your head to save your face
Worry, muscle atrophy
Stubborn, foot down
Lacking one bound jackory, kick up the dirt
Curl your toes and clench your fists
Boy that hurts
He’s often low
Now you are getting older
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Hiatus
04:38
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Eyes adjust to the light
Take a moment
A clammy hands seeks relief of the bones that
Are not there
That were there
Do I call or question location?
The art of hoping I don’t see you again
Do I care?
I don’t care
Hiatus
While softly you tip toe
Is this pleasantly parting?
Are you brewing or burning?
We were writhing and yearning
Glazed and weary of guilt before regret
Wistful stretching in bed that’s now double
Grasping and clawing, it’s slick while we’re panting
Then sling round the sheets like we’re shy at the party
Please don’t stare
Caught with a red hand
We freeze in the headlights
The laughs and the giggles were coloured with amber
I was there
You were there
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Lucid
04:20
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Engine’s cold before you know
You lose control
No, no go slow
Hearts and minds
You wonder why they give a damn
Since we left our home
You’re never alone
Our value is tied to staying high
Stay lucid
And aim within the lines
You chose this
You’re in and out of time
Don’t lose it
You’ll see the fault decline
Gather love and hold your tongue
You’re under fire
No, no go slow
Break them down and
Tear apart the lengths to which
No, no go slow
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Falling
04:29
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You’re not falling
Take the hand
You saw the sound
It’s in demand
Burst from the ground
Separate the soul
Split it, shuffle, roll
Simple steps
Are all to take
With little risk
The promise breaks
Caution leads to no reward
Except we might be falling
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Hope
04:03
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Cause to action
Harm on KM
Ask a stupid question again
Hope
Educate a friend you don’t like
Bury frowns and shouts with bright eyes
Racing to be home
Missed a chance to make right what’s wrong
Hasten to add, we’re not yet done
Asked for help but met with silence
Eyes turn, bounced off, glass turbulence
Bad advice from deep drunk strangers
Steal love from your married neighbours
Letters penned with best intentions
Father’s hand upon your shoulder
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Seasons
04:26
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Cling to coat tails of echoes of greatness
Comfort in the desperate hold for dear life
Orator to imitate, to irritate a mountain giant
Dress you in the best fitting melody
Let me down gently
Call these seasons
I call it cruel
Best intentions
I call them cruel
Wisdom or wit
I sit a while and wait
Never could whisper
I sit a while and wait
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DOTLT EP
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