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Autumnal mature
02:19
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Autumnal young
02:22
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there's no more time for feeding lies,
these wound up eyes inside won't cry for you
surrounded by should and shouldn't do's
whatever's wrong is not; if not, it's true
asking, "where we going?
and what are we gonna do?"
"where we going?
what are we gonna do?"
life may be short, but it feels so long
as long as something else is wrong
what is it?
it's not
and there's nothing wrong
let's go to class, our sure-fire path,
and hope this feeling lasts and lasts
forever?
this stage of our lives
thinking we know
asking, "what are we doing?
and where are we gonna go"
"what are we doing?
where are we gonna go?"
oh, oh
you've got to spend some time on the ground
face first
even if the weight hurts
I've got to spend some time on the ground
face first
even if this weight hurts
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Considerable Cloudiness
02:30
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freezing under, sun's undone
eating summer just for fun
giggling at the thought of being the only ones
oh trust! in the process or the bluff,
as you run towards the bus
with your known ascension
soft happiness
and no more deceiving
silently needing
this new christmas season
half faith, some days
all these hopes and stuff
left by those who know enough
to keep from knowing too much
through this thick brush
we still walk
layers of misunderstanding,
prayers for fateless romancing,
with an awareness of doom, I'm working the looms
this all seems hefty, heavy
kicking clicks, roots unsteady
with an awareness of doom, I'm working these looms
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when did we decide to settle down?
and when will we decide to settle down?
(golden tones) oh you have chose, and all is done
(no more alone) a frozen sun, just the one
triumphantly, the tide has shown that all things glow
the weight of we, the shape of she, and size alone
when next we meet, as we shall see, a feeling is felt
like after a good stretch
and walking around with both legs
oh it's bathing in the sun, not hanging from a tree
and I will hold anything you hand to me
oh lets bath in sun, not hang from a tree
and I will hold anything you hand to me
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A Time to Feel
01:42
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Reap low, behold:
for me, a show
Your glory glows
An evening at home
A time to feel, a strive to heal
with twisted clothing
Forget the steel, submit a seal
it (is it?) closing
You're lit with shape, now is this safe
this early morning?
September comes, our time is done
The mourning
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my home is my masterpiece
I'll make what I need
since the dogs and its bones,
all those stone animal homes,
I feel free
yes, I feel free
so I'll cry and I'll moan
and I'll do it all alone
till this crooked scene informs the sea in me
my home is my masterpiece
I'll make what I need
it takes a lifetime to know
all the land and its goals
so I'll see
I guess I'll see
it takes a lifetime to know
that there's still so much more
once it happens then it's meant to; let it be
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The Castle on Your Flag
03:10
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cause teaching is but learning, I pray for the grace with which to hold
kicking up dust in the summer bowl with metal arms and mellow lows
there's something deeper in play, something I can't quite explain
something I can't seem to live without but everyday I complain
it's an idea, an image, like paper maps of old rain
fumbling about like a bright clear sky not yet ready for more planes
swags of velvet, crimson and red
the weight of my hands on my head
the damp dirt I've buried in damp dirt already has lead me to freedom and dread
it's too late, too dark, too cold, and we don't have to be alone
the castle on your flag; the avenue near the park
anything worth doing will not get done if in a bad mood
and you'll be on top
with all the beautiful people
we've only half a jar
who's purpose is to be perfect?
so we don't drink anymore, no we don't drink anymore
I've only half a jar
your purpose is to be perfect
so now I don't dream anymore, no I don't dream anymore
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Sold & Rolled
03:29
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lower half teachings, of what we would know
long long ago
I'll hide in the kitchen between snacks and dough
with all I owe
no more seeking, my known sinking
no more listing the distances between you and I
caught low and swallow the photos I've told
long long ago
sold and rolled
I have had my sum- seven birthdays and bluejays, and now I'm done
I will wear till I'm worn
and do till outdone
in the sun and the meantime I'll stay where I'm from
I'll go kicking and screaming and run till there's no room to run
I will save what has come, and sweat from the hairline until you've seen what I've become:
I am home
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in this honey-gold hive
where there seems to have been something missing
you wear it well,
this land of mine,
with nothing left to hide
the broadening of my shoulders
with time to relive the feeling
it leaps and shines,
this land of mine,
and nothing left to hide
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what we know, we will repeat
I'll feel my way by my hands and feet
acting as though this is my only home,
the platform has grown, it's ready to show
and I'll walk like a king, know what I know, and say what I mean
with my back turned to the fireplace,
I'll stay in the backyard world
with my back against the fireplace,
let's stay and turn your lips bright red
rings hollow
too soon, and tide soon
dry swallow
so soon, so soon
how wonderful it is, calling you by name
things clearly what they are
shadows grow as they move
rings hollow
full moon, and tide soon
dry swallow
so soon
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Fans at my Feet
03:01
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13. |
Names of a Past
02:41
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