1. |
Loy Garden
04:09
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Fresh moss on the rivulet rocks
Old holes in the heels of my socks
And no one there to talk
Bones shake in the frigid breeze
Leaves fall from the dogwood trees
And hear no cries from me
I've exhausted sympathy
Here in the garden there's no need
to fear anything
you can just look down and repeat
until you're free
All those frightened crying voices
well, let them pass you by
and disappear in time
Sitting back on that old seat
With new ashes under my feet
And no temporal needs
In the silent symphony
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2. |
Wrong About It
03:48
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We were wrong about it
It was al enshrouded
We talked around it
For so long
All our doubting
Fell thin and crowded
While all the routing
Was so wrong
A tale unfounded
Words sewn around it
They kept compounding
On and on
Lost without it
All voices shouted
We talked around it
For too long
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3. |
Wasting
06:35
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In a temple sitting in hunger
All the fruit is beginning to fade
And departure echoes the mountain
In a milieu of shuffling shapes
Oh, phantom, go to the sunlight
To a shelter a forgotten warmth
Where ambition was not a burden
Where discomfort was never scorned
In the city obsidian engine
Dirt will linger as long as you stay
Disassembled, awaiting an answer
while the light falls off of the page
Won't you take me back to the seawall
With the clouds a familiar shade
And a golden colored eraser
Wiping all our sorrows away
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4. |
Volumes
06:06
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I long to breathe again
But I'm falling
There's never any release
But the light is calling
The sky around is dark
As my eyes glow
Among the vicious swarm
But all alone
Past the sanctuary channels
Ample volumes lie in wait
Pull the cord and clear the pannels
Watch your angles animate
Falling through my cold
Silver window
To see what's already known
By the pharoahs
Another feeding binge
Undercover
And my electric lust
Is indulged
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5. |
Follow Me
03:17
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6. |
Bag Baby
04:00
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Another sundown gazing through the vines
Violet and amber bleeding across the sky
Empty my bag to fill it up again
Lay down the armor, trade in the suit for skin
Out on the line, tethered to time
There was a clearing in the canopy
Floating between a dream and reality
My vapor form extending through the still
With the touch of ancient pillars and chlorophyll
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