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Image of Air
03:21
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Oh no, I'm dead
Oh no, I'm dead
Not a moment too late
That place was driving me crazy
Natures creatures complaining
Natural cravings defining
Oh no, I'm dead
Oh no, I'm dead
Before time there was space
Distance indifferent to faith
Before time there was space
Nothing with something to work towards
Oh no, I'm dead
Oh no, I'm dead
We got so many sad sad souls... (repeat)
I see an opening in the wall
and I crawl through it
On the precipice of tomorrow
lies a forgotten truth
Time is a deception
We are already dead
but still, not yet born
The constellations are growing
The eternal moment is a collision
Thoughts moving backwards
dance with the forward inertia
of the physical world
Nothing is forgotten
Nothing is perfect
Which makes everything perfect
So why do you continue to ask
such stupid questions?
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2. |
The Ash in Your Coffee
03:36
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I walked to the dinner
and ordered my usual cup
Sat with the smokers
and acted like I was waiting
A stranger he told me
if I had the stuff he had the bucks
“Gee mister I'm sorry I don't have enough
Try back on Sunday I think you'll have better luck”
I am the saddest of pathways, of detours, of options
So why is that you call me quite so often
never forget the saddest of orbits I offered
we're spinning, and spinning, oh spinning, oh
don't you find this awkward?
we're spinning, and spinning, oh spinning, oh
don't you find this awkward?
we're spinning, and spinning, oh spinning, oh
we're awkward!
Snatch your sentence from the air
I'm not listening
I've got something to say
I mean, what I meant to say was
If you've got the stuff I've got the bucks
“Gee mister I'm sorry I don't have enough
Try back of Sunday I think you'll have better luck”
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Mom hurry up take me to the store
I wanna buy a new Gameboy
The one I have sucks cause its blue
I wanna get red one too!
Mom take me to the store
Mom TOY STORE
Mom take me to the store
Mom hurry the fuck up!
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4. |
Shoes
03:48
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I step on peoples shoes
I walk on my name
I know I've been here before
puttin' faces to my shame
She saw through my projection
into a scene of strange
She say you can not want me
I say I would not dare
She say you can not want me
I say I would not dare
When I get that ipecac craving
I regurgitate her
Even if she glued em to the ceiling
I'd still step on his shoes
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The sidewalks here are smiling
The streets are paved with gold
There's fortunes to be made
or at least thats what we're told
The sidewalks here are screaming
The streets are paved with dirt
There's fortunes to be made
He said to me son, “Stay in school
or they'll make you fight their dirty war.”
He said to me son, “Stay in school
or you'll end up drunk on a Wednesday afternoon.”
There's a fiddle in the kitchen
and a trumpet in the street
A guitar in the river
floats on past me
The people here are wandering
all wondering what went wrong
They cry out in unison like brothers
“Wheres the president? Where's the president?”
He said to me son, “Stay in school
or they'll make you fight their dirty war.”
He said to me son, “Stay in school
or you'll end up drunk on a Wednesday afternoon.”
I said ok, I said ok,
He said, “No son, you listen, and you listen good
Every time I close my eyes
all I see is the fire from those bullets
and the fire in their eyes
When we came to town
all the children ran to their mothers and cried
'Mommy, whats he doing here?'
Their dirt is stuck between our toes
Their blood is in our hair
and their death, it reeks in our cloths
The only comfort I can find
in my daily routine
is my mothers bottle of virginian wine
Oh it sings to me
That bottles sings to me
Tt sings of freedom and friends
That bottle is my freedom
That bottle is my friend
That bottle is my freedom
That bottle is my friend
My freedom, my friend my bottle
My freedom, my friend my bottle
My freedom, my friend my bottle
My freedom, my friend my bottle
of virginian wine!”
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