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Bubblewrap
03:27
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So this is where the subtleties go
In bubble wrap about to explode
So this is where the subtleties go
when we get together
A ritual surpassing our ends
explaining the meaning of friends
a ritual surpassing our ends
I know you’ll be next to me with wide eyes
Focused on nothing but sunflower skies
we’re salsa dancing spontaneously
just because, just because, just because
So this is where the contraband goes
In bubble wrap about to explode
so this is where the contraband goes
when we get together
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2. |
Clueless Passerby
03:53
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Four feet out of the car doors
an unexpected stop
the power in the atmosphere
makes us feel a lot
Smaller than we
had ever been
Our steps guided by cottonwood
from the trees above
despite the snowy color
the evening warmed with love
The summertime
Won’t last for long
We’ll both be off
Before too long
No nothing will last forever but
Who can blame us now
For living not thinking of
how nothing will last forever
the lightning shows us how
a mystic mind
can conquer time
and save a clueless passerby
The smile upon your face
reflects eyes below the clouds
the lightning draws our thoughts in
they’re nowhere to be found
We let them go
They’ll only show
Us answers why
Not stormy skies
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3. |
Earth
04:06
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Silver washed you stand alone
Smiling your own glow
Moving tides you be my ides
And guide me oh my psyche.
Bathed in gold the garden sways
Lightly to our song
Moving minds we climb high as
Apollo with our one psyche.
Now I’m caught
Between these dreams
Of displaced time
And my black holed soul.
Muddy as I face the mob
Digging my own way
Moving fate I’ll make my fate and
Face the Earth with my dead psyche.
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4. |
Painting Girl
04:07
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She lives in the frames
Imagination
On old canvas with paint
The artist was human
Like me and like you
He painted the truth of our longing for love
The young woman sighs
Relieves the frustration
Of singular life
And anticipation
Of meeting the one
That will end her caressing of soft teddy bears
Screaming like hope
The moon lights your face
And its perfect to show
You’ve got my same case
Getting lost in the sea of
The whole human race
You could be my painting girl
The game of ping pong
Is played with our eyes
As we act like we’re calm
Hearts racing inside
They are very concerned that
We might give them up to each other real soon
The life of the party
Can stay with the group
I’ll leave them alone
I’m fixated on you
The expression you give
So perfectly matches the girl on the wall
There’s no escaping inspiration here
That someone else can share the hopefulness and fear
One touch from you can make it worth it all these years,
Waiting for my painting girl
Most of the time
I meet expectations
But when I’m with you
I go on vacation
Living for life
For root beer floats, smiles, and my painting girl
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5. |
Missing Link
05:00
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You’re a chimpanzee
Are you still thinking about me?
Failing to evolve
staying with the times ignoring signs
Eating bugs off of
poliester fur illusion works
concrete habitat
full of monkey suit connoisseurs
Just beyond the glass
Is a different Kind
Wearing the same clothes
Living different lives
All your captive life
spent working for food and missing links
you’re a chimpanzee
are you still thinking about me?
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6. |
Cannon Boy
05:06
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Every night I toss in bed
Dreaming
Of the future in my head
Beaming
Figments of my racing mind
To find the time to wake up
Then a spry comet gets wise
and smacks into the world
The past and present smear apart
So close
Are the Memories to my heart
It shows
All my life I’ve thought of now
In a bulb of concrete bao
Then a teenage earthquake wakes
up and shatters the world
My world has cut to double time
I’ve come across the finish line
Way faster than the souls I always knew
With apprehension fear and doubt
I don’t know how it will turn out
But I know the things I want to do
Live it every day
Live it every day
A new way
Live it every day
Live it every day
A new way
There isn’t much time…
to waste
It’s raining dark philosophy outside
In secret
The one in charge makes water vapors hide
Until
The big-wig says to drop them down
For state and for the nimbus cloud
Then lightning strikes and the vapors collide with the world.
Cannon boy grew into cannon man
He had dreamed
Of flying in the county circus stand
It seemed
The stands were always less than packed
But today they’re more than stacked
Lighting the wick then a boom
and he soars round the world
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7. |
Landmarks For Locals
05:18
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It’s a nightlight in my hallway
As ancient as the swing
Drifting gently in my own backyard
It’s a crypt behind the highway
A landmark for the locals
That make love behind the parking lot
It’s a corner of my being
A mirror to myself
That explains the reasons I can’t think
It’s a fountain of excitement
A river of suspense
Monumental springs that I can drink
We are not lost, we are not following trails
There’s so much more to see
If we stopped ourselves then we would fail
In what is meant to be
It’s a window in your basement
That shows the time of day
When your watch is in the factory
It’s a lonely dirty alley
Suburban effigy
Used by neither criminals nor thieves
Climb across the boundaries
Let yourself be taken away
To the invisible points on the map
All the famous attractions
Absorb them all and wither away
They all go home
And we stay out to play
It’s the colors put together
Of fall and itchy sweaters
Burning pumpkin spice that makes me smile
It’s a walk along the grasses
Away from all the masses
That give us a chance to think a while
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8. |
Pilgrimage
04:29
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One step from the border street
Change in neighborhood
The difference is an escapee
How many wet seedy bars
and dark alleys will it take
to make it look the part?
He’s an actor in the scene
But who say’s the play’s not
Everywhere that he has been
Pilgrimage, to figure it all out craftily
was given a taste of artistry
but locked into concrete neighbohoods
Pilgrimage, with nothing to give up but to gain
the knowledge that every thing’s the same
Both inside and outside boundary lines
Curbing lonely urban blues
took a detour
to hear musicians paint their hues
Muscles moving to the sound
Let him bump into a girl
Who danced the scene she found
He found the scene in her eyes
-reflected the people, not the place
He found the scene in her hair
-it shown of the people, not the place
He found the scene in her voice
-it shouted the people, not the place
He found the scene in her dance
-it moved like the people, not the place
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9. |
Bruised Architecture
03:30
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If only I could mold the space before me
Into dreams and wordy thoughts
I wouldn’t be so lost.
I’d see my neuro-vibrations
Building the architecture of ink
Into the clouds.
There’d be a sky line blue with choppy logic
Against a sky white
With potential mistakes.
The forms and fire of this black and blue
Landscape are sleeping always always
Sleeping in this city of dreams
Realer than color and realer than the light
That’s vibrating
And yearning to explode
Into the peace of black and blue architecture.
I am a blind man running in this city.
I lack the strength to give or take or to listen.
I thought you were my guide but you’re not you’re stronger than me
Where can we go?
Instead I’m painted tainted black and blue.
Stumbling fumbling mumbling my questions only
Bruised by the answers grey ruins without walls.
But I love you yes I do.
But I love you yes I do . . .
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