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Place please swallow me; in your colors I feel breeze
Place where I had lain; let my feet sink in the grain
Place I need your warmth; bring me deer that travel north
Place I won't forget; where I silently will sit
And the wind brushed my hair,
And the dirt felt my feet,
And the Sun lit my back
And the Moon swelled inside
Place I feel your might; in you darkness I found light
Place your bark is soft; feel it wrap and fold across
Place my eyes have numbed; make a strong wind roll and run
Place I see your face; peeping out you show my fate
And the wind brushed my hair,
And the dirt felt my feet,
And the Sun lit my back
And the Moon swelled inside
What changed my downward spiral, into something I could grasp a hold of?
What made me pour those cries, so loud that they shook the night?
What say those dark old trees, that tower up in front of me?
What layed me down to rest, and let the wind pour right inside my bed?
What brought me to my knees, just begging for all time to fade?
What gave me all I need, at my feet wrapped up in sheepskin?
I go outside; and the world's changed
I go inside; and the world's changed
I see nothing; and the world's changed
I see everything; and the world's changed
And I know nothing that I feel will feel this way again
And I know nothing that I see will look this way again
And I no way that you seem will seem this way again
And I know nothing that I feel will feel this way again (repeated)
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Blankets of Oracle Bones
02:13
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I stand silent, til the sun travels under me
And my legs weaken slowly, til I lay 'em down in the old oak tree and it
Feels so soft now (and I want everything)
All my pain paid for me to feel this way
I starve slowly, til my tongue aches helplessly
And my belly shifts inside of me, til I take a bite from the apple tree and it
Tastes so strong now (and I want everything)
All my hunger has brought me to this taste
Oh, the child I see
Is wrapped up in a blanket with hot cocoa in his hands and
Oh, the way I'll be
Is satiated with a bird pecking my eyes out
Oh, the child I see
Is jumping into piles of leaves with wide-eyed splendor
Oh, the way I'll be
Is giving everything I have and wanting nothing
I would, smother you but you need your space and
Let's gather my needs and watch them flood the basement up til
I am drowning in them lost and faceless
I stand on the hilltop and I say: one, two, three, four
I stand on the hilltop and I say: I need nothing
I stand on the hilltop and I say: I want everything
Oh, the child I see
Is wrapped up in a blanket with hot cocoa in his hands and
Oh, the way I'll be
Is satiated with a bird pecking my eyes out
Oh, the child I see
Is pumping on his swing until he reaches treetops
Oh, the way I'll be
Is baking apple pies for neighbors that I don't know
I would, smother you but you need your space and
Let's gather my needs and watch them flood the basement up til
I am drowning in them lost and faceless
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Granular Winds Enclosed
02:55
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My hair grows longer, and curls around into my everyday
Rain falls into my bed, and fills to wash away my everyday
Rattlesnakes line the path, that leads up winding to my everyday
Songs I play, words wrote today, will light my way; my everyday
You sit there, on rocking chair, to rock me there; my everyday
Piles of dust, are thrown across, the home you lost; my everyday
Moonlight waits for, the sun to come and burn away my everyday
Winter brings in, the mist that swarms around to mask my everyday
Kettles boil with, the tea I drink to soothe me through my everyday
Stay in bed, dear sleepyhead, your mother read; my everyday
Wait inside, I changed the tide, that made you ride; my everyday
Pluck yours strings, of harp that sings, of troubled things; my everyday
Now what lay, among the hay, the roosters say; my everyday
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Transcendental Tapeworms
02:23
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I see, your face crumble, it lays
With me, inside my night
And waits, for me to wake with it
I feel your bones, Milk white
I smell your hair, it pours a stream
And wait, for me to wake with it
Rain filled my skull, awakened my eyes
I saw you wade in the stream of blue sky
Brown lights that lit your path home from fright
And the mouse covered in shade is peeping out his head tonight,
And I'll go down by the lake where your face is glowing bright,
And I won't know what to say when I see you prancing in the light
Of what brings, me, to you
I won't forget, my size, it melts
My skin, it peels, it shines
And waits, for you to wake with it
I fall, I shake, you run to me
We stay inside, our lives
And wait, for them to wake with us
And the mouse covered in shade is peeping out his head tonight,
And the makings of your braids are singing songs to me in light,
And the wrinkle in my brow is quaking from the sight
Of what brings, me, to you
And you're crawling in my hair, and you're feeling all around
And my hair is falling out, and it's covering the ground
And the sun comes out tonight, and the garden grows again
And I can't escape the fight,
of what brings, me, to you
And the mouse covered in shade is peeping out his head tonight,
And I'll go down to the park and throw a frisbee in the sky,
And your arms will wrap around my body and cover my whole life
Of what brings, me, to you
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Dark Pools of Sleep
05:03
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And when I go back to the world, I will lay my body on rooftops.
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Waggers Over the Station Ithaca, New York
It is only in the union of opposites that we become whole.
It is only in honoring that which we are not that we realize truth.
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