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E l i o t
03:23
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I think I need you because you taste good
taping off vast canvassings of worryhood
unleashing some comfort in the pursuit of pulling strings right to the end
and to admire at length
you, fatherly, show me something different
otherish in it's quiet
lessons in denial
with a sympathy I can hardly stand
when I can't isolate a single strand
get out of it
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2. |
Ouch
03:24
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waiter, you missed me off
later you'll be mixing shots
do you recognise yourself in clay?
something cold to animate
you'll fix it in a pretty shape, whichever one the feeling takes
whatever is a feeling mate?
whatever is your favourite way to say I'm out
hate her, she pushed you too much
hate her, it's easier that not
and your temper is a funny blade
how does it help you meditate?
on the other lighter ways to guide you through that darker place
do you tell another face?
do you ever show the rage to get it out?
waiter
wait
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3. |
Salad
02:14
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where is the light on me?
take your shoes off by the stairs, down to trip
don't trip me up, papa
when is the night on flea?
you know the law's out now I'm it
now I'm a pawpaw
papaya
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4. |
Cut
02:13
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finesse?
that shit is pure abuse of incense
we are all children of god
a dexterity lost in the itching of a desiree hand to each hold
ten tendons bends of worship, service true
it's a useless ablution
use this, you'd like to
ephemerally speaking I would too
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5. |
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gestational realisations, you are an art form
I have given up on doubt
full of half plans, grains of amber sands
slip the seams I brush out of dreams
dragged saturation to the right mood
the dirt is good for growing
biota left iotas on a notepad full and labelled with the future
dates are pitted, my best rehearsed show is quit-led
a problem of which axe is which?
a problem of which axe is his?
and I'm the only one cutting
I am always the only one cutting
this is not a loving act
and when telling mentally, I will enact a grin
in fact I don't know what the fuck I'm doing
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6. |
Accipitrine
03:19
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when you were in light frames
look at me the right way
look at me sometimes
now the water is light grey
with a sip I wanna lay
out of your eyeline
oh to be vulnerable
belly aching as a gull
whose jellied sight is better with the salt
nictitated beats our duo
oh to be vulnerable
swell and bake your yellow bowl
vie it right with mauve and lancifold
scintillating feats yet you are old to be vulnerable
vermiculated cheeks and there the gold
a fine mine, an estuary of soil
mycorrhizae bury coal
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7. |
Cricket
04:16
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pray little sis
one head, one twist
I am breaking down a bit
here's your mantis dinner
you're only smoking silk to get thinner
and I'll sew a dress just to kill her if you wish
I am breaking down a bit
(for{lorn)a}
in error and abstract
no I'm no longer scared to have that
or eat the ground
I'll eat you out of habit
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8. |
Finch
02:58
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she thinks you're pretty, sometimes
she thinks you're witty when you lie
she thinks you're pretty ugly, a fly
I think she's leaving actually
is it time to cry?
wah wah wah wah
a little ditty for you and I
my leggy alien from the sky
the colour of your giant eyes
it's not your fault he died but it's your right to stay alive
what
what
whatchya got?
whatchya got?
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9. |
Molly
02:49
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barnacle on my sidechick, you are young
you are so Jungian I'm done
danananananacreate less waste with your crayola shape
you never say olá, no
these days, no
nah
oh
so many parts
origin of sabotage
I'm looking for contact
and this is your contract
I'll add that
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10. |
Kryk
04:04
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now an envelope has carried all the cards
carrion at heart(burn)
sticks like tree stumps
sticks like a mother tongue
sticks like bone
you carry all the way
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