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El Classico
04:36
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Crawling outsite today I notice your reflection in the glass of the car's driver side window pane. I caught a glimpse of you not as you are, as you were before. You're always falling somewhere new now. Prop me up against something solid and watch it melt away, watch it turn into a liquid state. Prop me up and watch me act like a human, i'll do the best I can, like I always do anyway.
I know that music doesn't grow on trees but I'll still plant these seeds in sowing season. I know it may be futile but I'll lay soil that's rich and fertile. And when another fruitless spring falls, I'll sing my swansong for silent film.
I'm just passing by.
I know that music doesn't grow on trees but I'll still plant these seeds in sowing season. I know it may be futile but I'll lay soil that's rich and fertile. And when another fruitless spring falls, I'll sing my swansong for silent film.
All of my heroes are long dead so what does that make me? I know compassion can't be handed out like cheap bubblegum but I'm sick of being danced around when peers live and breathe undisturbed. I'm trying to think outside of the box but I can't see outside my own head.
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Counting Fingers
03:14
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Counting fingers, I'm questioning limbs. The physical presence or the blurred line between the space that surrounds it, it would be so much easier if I knew where one ends and one begins.
Skippy heart's on its way out. Internal crisis. Cigarette days wearing thin. My puppet headache. Have a backward kind of day. I'm always counting.
Skippy week is nearly up. Passenger fatigue. Crown of thorns is breaking skin. Sad animal dreams. Subtle rush of perspective, sudden love of nothing.
Always in dreams I follow you, sailing to the sound of your sad slumber tune.
Human eyes and a human-like brain. I'm both physically present and profoundly disconnected from the space that surrounds me. But life looks fine from here, from between the bars of my golden cage and I'm still alive.
Function and dysfunction, disillusionment... This is the framework from which we dangle. I've seen the formula for post-teen living - eventual absence of inner meaning. A life of substance, a life of reason - a tedious morning, a nauseous evening. The space I'm taking up, the air I'm breathing, does it belong to me? Is this real?
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The Future, Again
03:52
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Sunshine through closed eyelids. I'm okay with silence. Time is not so rigid. I am not where I should be. Now we suffer in nice ways. Flags cast at half mast. Fumbling in a silk maze. I need to find a way to lose these strings of mine.
Over and over understanding is never over.
Now each coin lands sideways. I'm selling old news. Slumped over a calendar. I need to find a way to use these hands of mine.
This ceiling binds me in situation. Are we defined by what we could be or what we have been? The love inside me... Some things take over. You used to see us as the lucky ones and we didn't know.
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