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while we laid in the sun for a while
and the skin did melt off your face
nothing vanished
our troubles they just piled
up until they
swallowed up this place
but if it’s alright
alright with you
i would like to
stay a little while
if it's alright
alright with you
i could stay here
even as the sea
swallows me
tried to keep my heart from the world
tried to keep my
self upon a little island
even as the
kodachrome swirl
washed out the ground
from beneath where i was standing
but if its alright
alright with you
i would like to
stay a little while
if it's alright
alright with you
i could stay here
even as the sea
swallows me
could it be
that this little phantasy
is repeated endlessly?
in a time when each seeks to be
theirs and theirs alone
theirs and theirs alone
alone
but if its alright
alright with you
i would like to
stay a little while
if it's alright
alright with you
i could stay here
even as the sea
swallows me
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on a rainy day much like today
a shoestring hammer fell on from the sky, oh boy,
and curled its strings around a falling water drop
and placed itself within my ticklish tongue, oh boy
could it be that two could melt into one?
could it be that two hearts could melt into one?
lah dee dah dah dah do do
on a sunken day much like today
a crumbling flows within an oblong mistiness
and turned the beach beneath the streets to solid gold
and sold itself as such to dying crackling foals
could it be that two could melt into one?
could it be that two hearts could melt into one?
lah dee dah dah dah do do
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Fat Loss/ Filth
01:42
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even in the light
where everything is known
even in the light
there lies a wound that cant be closed
even in the day
where objects stand as such
every border drawn will never seem to be enough
sometime there's love
but mostly there;s pain
the body retches at the sight of unclean hands
you find revolting what you cannot
even in the home
where all your needs are met
even in the home
there lurks the fear that cannot rest
and all that you have loved
and hold so close to you
there would be disgust and a hatred pure and true
sometimes there's love
but mostly there;s pain
the fingers grasp for words that lend some clarity
a distance that would give you respite from this shit
terror, terror, the absolute
terror, terror the absolute terror
of living in
of living in
sometimes there;s love
but mostly there;s pain
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and all the people that you have
known and loved will surely die
like autumn leaves that once were
green but fall on from the sky
even in the ocean
where a starfish slops
even in the ocean
all will come undone
"don't bother me now i'm just sleeping'
don't bother me i'm not here
don't bother me now i'm just sleeping
don't bother me i'm not here'"
and all the places that had held
your memories now are gone
some factories and restaurants
have replaced the water front
even in the deserts
where the succulents grow
even in the deserts
all will come undone
"don't bother me now i'm just sleeping'
don't bother me i'm not here
don't bother me now i'm just sleeping
don't bother me i'm not here'"
how will you live
when you cannot face death
how will you break bread
when your body breaks down
how will you sleep
when i haunt your dreams
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ossed a pinecone back
to your outstretched hand
and asked what could it be
to name it essentially
for now and now forever more
to that which is my life
to that which is my debt
to that which is the gift
to all that makes my breath
on a sunken beach
all covered with plastic grey shit
how i loved you then
holding hands too drunk to fuck
again
to that which is my life
to that which is my debt
to that which is the gift
to all that makes my breath
on a moonlit night
where the fire's dying light
by the train track rocks
too young to be too weary
to that which is my life
to that which is my debt
to that which is the gift
and while you replied
words are simply that
out of your head it lies
the pinecone right
in front of
you
for now and now forever more
to that which is my life
to that which is my debt
to that which is the gift
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the two of us are fading things beneath the swarm
haunted by the background noise that you could never seem to sublimate
within your understanding
in an ocean of light
in an ocean of death
in an ocean of noise
in an ocean of breath
waiting for meaning to come
from above
you hold your breath
but you
wont find it here
no you wont find it here
the two of us are blooming things among the heap
swimming towards the pulsing mob
that just would always seem to congregate
within a coalescence
in an ocean of light
in an ocean of death
in an ocean of noise
in an ocean of breath
standing within the sands
while the moon curves down below but you
wont find it here
no you
wont find it here
the two of us are fading things amongst the swarm
haunted by the background noise that you could never seem to sublimate
within your understanding
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in the mud of an abstract room
all hands gather in the dust
in the light of a strangers phone
four eyes meet the twilights musk
dying for connection
dying for a touch
dying not to feel
in your own skin
in the buzz of a chainsaw's cry
you hear music of another kind
in the clack of a train track's sigh
too much pleasure for one of us
now everything is changed
only shards remain
to be picked apart
now everything is changed
only shards remain
to be picked apart
dying for connection
dying for a touch
dying not to feel
in your own skin
in the murk of the L.A. sprawl
fingers move towards satellites
in the dusk of an ending day
tears fall down below your waist
now everything is changed
only shards remain
to be picked apart
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9. |
Composite #1
02:46
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11. |
Mastery
03:42
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in the master's sight
where our bodies must bend
an isolated mind contemplates itself
dreaming of purity
dreaming of flight
dreaming of vision
dreaming of light
in the yawning dusk
where the globe melts away
a crumbling fog that would swallow us whole
dreaming of platypus
dreaming of might
dreaming of scarecrows
dreaming of night
in the mottled land
where love's body is burned
by phallic hands who can never seem to understand
burning with gases
burning with doubt
burning with emptiness
burning without
on the river's edge
where the bank turns to slime
form is sly illusion for life changing in kind
falling with minerals
falling with grime
falling with emptiness
falling with mind
reify the body where you found it
don't think twice
just ask not what you do
just say not what you feel
reify the unknown into a price
to be paid and made and undone
and silence now to always cry
i got a letter the other day
i opened and read it and
what did it say?
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