1. |
Refraction
02:43
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In the morning
When the sun's wet
I will surface then sink
Down there somewhere
Unrefracted
I am breathing it in
Akin to tinder
Swaddled softly
In a filmy plastic sheet
Or a trophy
Dressed in old glass britches
I am pushing it, I am pushing it
Like the neon
On a cheap marquee
I am shaking
Until mischief
With a stone in hand
Casts out mercy
So I light up
Once more
Brighter than before
And with embers tearing downward through the cool air
I wipe my cheek
And at last I am clean
Eyes are digging
Always digging
I am buried
In the carpet
On the window sill
I rest in shades of green
Like a fungus
Or a moldy fruit
Thriving underneath
The careful watch of present-minded people
And I rise unseen
Yeah, I rise unseen
I rise unseen
Yeah, I rise unseen
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2. |
Super Blood Moon
02:01
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It's a force of habit
I swallow in twos
In confluent quiets
And Gaussian blues
Our to my
Leaves hours to mine
A self in pieces
There's so much to find
I'm a vestige
I'm all memory
I am the festival cleanup
Dimly moonlit debris
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3. |
A Shallow Vision
02:36
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Avert your eyes
Don't touch
The first unspoken rules of splitting
Her sobs all certainty and doubt
Nothing I can do about 'em
But lie and watch the fan blades go around
My love evaporates into a fog
A shallow vision
I pull the covers left
'til they fall to the floor
Then it hits me that no one's pulling back
The underheated room
Feels much bigger than before
A live-in tomb where I'm left holding all the slack
My love evaporates into a cloud
I pray it rains down soon
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4. |
Weather in Kokura
03:25
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Discovered you in a beehive
Half smile, fully sly
And I said
Lead me on, honey
Let's grow poor together
Dolled up in a coffee bar
You were penning Revelations
An ill-advised adaptation
For some quarter-filled room
And I said
Teach me how to fuck up
And you laughed
You're already there
Been checking weather in Kokura
Cloudy with a chance of ruin
Can't stop feeding my dumb mouths
Much too bored to let 'em heal
So I beg
Keep me on, honey
And we flatline
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5. |
Pure Gold
05:50
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Is this cold enough
Suitably calculated
Is it dark enough
Bold but understated
Is it falling over backwards
Is it straining
Does it feel like my own
Does it feel like it's out of my hands
Does it hang there uncertain, insecure
Guess it's pure gold
Virgin ears uncovered
By some shaky pen
The browbeaten unsmothered
By some vaporous intent
Now they're falling over backwards
And they're straining to hear, so I ask now
Does it feel like your own
Does it feel like it's out of your hands
Does it hang there uncertain, insecure
Guess it's pure gold
Does it feel like our own
Does it feel like it's out of our hands
Does it hang there uncertain, insecure
Guess it's pure gold
Guess it's pure gold
Guess it's pure gold
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