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Psychophily
02:54
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I am milkweed, goldenrod
I am daisy, marigold
I am clover, big willow
And I want you in your scales so bright
And I want you in your tireless flight
And I want you to alight on my colors you give sight
And I want you perennial love
And I want you below as above
And I want you perennial love
And I want you below as above X2
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2. |
Antler
03:21
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Antler on gravel
Tells me to slow down
A sad one left
Something behind
In a hurry
To exit
Potential capture
Of action
Dive and eat
Surface
Where the water
Is dark
With small waves
Square light of the mountain
Is turning the corners away
And nine stones where they came from
Are holding this want of night
Exit is not an option
Connection goes so far
Just dive and eat
Surface
Where the water
Is dark
With small waves
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3. |
Dogs
03:11
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The wind is blowing in
The waves are getting high
Go low high flyer
Find you a lover and live out your days
Rattle old bones that preside over souls
To young and fresh to lead
Shake your big sticks at the sharp jaws that nip
At your tender heels
Those dogs will run at the sound of your voice saying
No I won’t go
No I won't go, I need a home, I won't fly from here
Cause the farther I run the closer you come
By heels bleed X2
Stop your snarling
Stop your snarling
I ain’t going nowhere,
I ain’t going nowhere,
I ain’t going nowhere,
I ain’t going nowhere
SO shoo, shoo,
Shooooooo
get out here, get out of here,
get out of here, get out of here.
So me and my lover can live out our days
In high wind and waves
No I won't go, I need a home,
I won't fly from here
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4. |
In our hands
01:47
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In our hands
we hold the grains
of times remains
There’s no chance
my heart can not refrain
From gifting
all of this sweetness
It’s a hole
it’s a hole
it’s a hole
In the wall
It’s gold in the hills
that calls us home
Strange shapes are close
Riding in
on rhythm and difference
These fruits we hold
are stars
and many more
lights than we have seen
excited
wanting more
meet me at my door
let’s go traveling
asunder
the shallow breasted corridor
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5. |
Long live the miles
02:33
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There’s a long long long long long long list of lovers
There’s a long long long long long long wait for the show
There’s a kitchen round every corner
An argument to be had
There’s tools and fools and harmony
Grass seed floating through the air
There’s smoke that bellows toward me
And people that care everywhere
Long live the far away
Long live the miles
Long live the water fall
Long live the miles
The stairway makes no sense
And I write down
This stairway makes no sense
Long live the miles
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6. |
Vines
01:47
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My vines climb high and reach my child eyes, toward the sky,
qu-iet bowing backwards I am reaching high
My roots grow deep and from my vulnerable, heart I weep,
For all of the many feelings I don’t wish to keep
Underneath this foggy wild discover precious needs,
want to cup my hands around give endless warmth as sun
The courage of new buds,
teaches me, to-move,
from my core, to-bloom,
when the weather’s unsure and the weather’s unsure
A wide open door
I wish for strength
An impossible key
To cup my own hands around me
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7. |
Fury
02:40
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What’s the cause of the fury
Is the cup of sugar just not large enough
Red eyes meet me
At the end of the line
Tired or high
Telling me I’m gorgeous
M-O-T-H-E-R T-E-L-L M-E H-O-W
To walk in this crowd
I hear her say
In this lifetime
I feel the weight
In passing
A cushion to lean on gives her the day
Watching the streets activities
The section of me that remembers
The origin of wind
Is slightly surprised
with the sun in my eyes
on this dry autumn day
Here we go out our doors
Following birds who have already been eating for hours x2
Here we go out our doors
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8. |
Long legs
02:41
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long legs x3
carry me
broad wings x3
I fly---------------------
tall waves are
breaking on my
sho^re—thing
am I lis^tening
tall waves tell of
tender times ahead
and I am
crashing in
and
swelling out
and I am here to find
my way to peace
all around x4
my feet my paws my fins
all around x4
my feet my paws my fins
are crashing in and
I------ continue on
I fly, I run, I crawl, I gallop
through the wide wild and far reaches
of round surfaces
are what I can give to myself for pleasure,
pain comes in waves and it never leaves me for long
and it follows feelings of love and sorrow
comes when tomorrow,
will be a sunny day----------
All that can be done
all that can be done
is standing in the sun
standing in the sun
All that can be done
all that can be done
can’t be won, can’t be won
my heart my heart is not for winning
my heart my heart is for love.
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9. |
We can say
02:39
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We can say that happy days are here to come.
Laid out for us like a foreign coin.
We’re finding out how to spend our time.
It’s the same old river,
and I hope it never goes away.
It’s big and full with rain.
Train whistle.
I wish it was.
I don’t know.
All I know,
is that the lady who just passed us by said,
ya’ll are having way too much fun.
And we can say that happy days are here to come.
Laid out for us like a foreign coin.
We’re finding out how to spend our time.
It’s the same old river,
and I hope it never goes away.
It’s big and full with rain.
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