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In A Prism
02:51
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Still thinking about the way you look in to my eyes,
California on the horizon,
What's to come? What's to come?
You're never too old to live a life you guided,
never to young to try.
You're never so strong that you can rely on,
only the strength inside,
we need other people sometimes.
Still feeling like it's all just the same glow,
refracted. again.
Still waiting for the answer that well explains
the crux of the game
When all that you got's intuition
and all that it is is a way to differentiate
the faith
and the reason
the you
and the me
in a prism, in a prism, in a prism...
and when we find out it's all just pretending,
the muse is always watching,
the muse is always watching,
the muse is always watching till the ending.
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Jungle
02:16
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Out on the dock of the black water,
bathed in the latest lunation,
a figure rows up a raft and invites me on home.
It seems like we glide on for days,
Islands of forest float by us,
The land becomes thicker,
it beckons me,
come to your fate...
In to the jungle of all that I hoped to be
one day
I make my way to the overgrown ruins of the city of if.
I walk to the obelisk at the center of town,
and pray to the forgotten ones
for something like bliss
the acceptance of loss.
I think that I'm ready to call this jungle my home,
I followed the pain and the ecstasy back to the source,
and made up a campfire to stare at the stars,
all that you got is the thing that you are,
the rough overgrowth of time over scars.
I think that I'm ready to call this jungle my home.
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3. |
Black Hole
03:23
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It seems like a mistake,
to wait for the perfect day,
the time and the place,
for everything to line up just right.
No one can escape,
the starting point they came from,
the final destination.
I don't mind free falling down the great black hole,
Give it time and nothing matters anymore,
Your gravity, it pulls me in real slow,
Do you mind if I tell you that you're beautiful?
In the light it's like I'm seeing you
for the first time,
for the first time,
again.
What's left to say?
The words don't mean a thing here.
The sense of self is lost.
See the seem between the waking and the dream,
Feel the feeling,
connected and alone.
See the seem between your future and your dream,
Feel the feeling,
connected and alone.
I don't mind free falling down the great black hole,
Give it time and nothing matters anymore,
Your gravity, it pulls me in real slow,
Do you mind if I tell you that you're beautiful?
In the light it's like I'm seeing you
for the first time,
for the first time,
again.
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4. |
Pebble and Lyle
03:07
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Pebble and Lyle met on Monday evenings at the pub,
The music was too loud,
so they had their conversations on some paper.
They met a few times,
and each one brought them closer,
their gazes lingered longer and longer,
And on the next new moon,
they found themselves saying goodbye when Lyle says,
"Do you know how much I like you?"
and the answer splits the paths in half,
"Touch is more than I can take right now.
These feelings caught me off guard."
Didn't know till I saw you sitting there,
quiet and true.
Now I feel like such a fool
falling for you, falling for you, falling for you.
I won't hold the pulse
if you're uncertain
I won't be the first
shoulder you come to
I won't be your guiding post to the afterlife.
A pebble rolling down the hill.
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I fall easily in love with the pain,
With the pain, I know how to navigate my everyday.
Separate the thought from feeling,
file another drawer,
another drawer,
till you can't remember who this work is for.
Do what you're told,
Over and and over again.
When will all the things you didn't say find a way?
find a way,
find their way
to the surfaces of fate.
When will you recognize yourself in the form?
In the form of the sun obscured by clouds in the storm
We know where the ocean is,
We know where's the land,
Do you sail out to see or step in to the desert sand.
We're made for this season,
can't you see you did it right,
did it right,
but did it write itself or do you have Author's Sight?
Pick up the pen,
Over and over again.
You can't not make it something but you can make it your own,
Show me who you are, show me who you are,
show me who you really are.
Over and over again,
Show me who you are, show me who you are,
show me who you really are.
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6. |
Mundane
03:27
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We
Can't
See
what's behind that photograph
We might have swung
A bit off course.
Of course I still love you,
Of course I still care,
It's just now that that one thing has led to the other it's clear,
It could only go like this,
Every day
Every day
Every day is the same
mundane dive in to the light,
In to the light.
We're
All
Fools
just like you,
inside that photograph,
and a bit off course.
Of course we love floating on the breeze,
but where's our wings,
got,
no direction,
cause now that that one thing has led to the other it's clear
It could only go like this.
Every day,
Every day,
Every day is the same
mundane dive in to the light,
mundane dive in to the light,
mundane dive in to the light,
in to the light.
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In the silence,
I look and all I see is uncertainty.
This is not the end times I was promised.
Counting all my blessings doesn't change the world.
But what does?
Is there a way out of this?
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Are you out there in the fight?
Or on the outside towing the line like a sailor with no dock to port?
Do you see the same future as I do?
Or are you so fucking fragile that you can't even share things you didn't earn?
You didn't earn it,
you didn't earn it.
Seeds scattered in the spring,
In the summertime, in the summertime, in the summertime
Grow roots through the pavement,
reaching leaves up to the sun,
In the summertime, in the summertime, in the summertime.
That your truth out on the line?
It doesn't seem to consider anybody, just your precious pride.
Do you see the same people as I do?
Full of passion, joy,
and the wisdom and anger it take to make
a change in this old town,
they push it forward, keep it growing.
Push it forward, keep it growing.
Seeds scattered in the spring,
In the summertime, in the summertime, in the summertime,
Grow roots through the pavement,
reaching leaves up to the sun,
In the summertime, in the summertime, in the summertime,
Uprising through the concrete and the fields
in the summertime, in the summertime, in the summertime.
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