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Spirit Stick
03:03
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Inconceivable at best, what’s the use in counting?
Add it up or scale it down, here’s to trying
Thinking thoughts and saying words, memorize the math now
Essence lost, an extent won momentarily
Feel anything else, feel anything at all
Of no where, of nothing, to no one
Everything won’t be OK, it’s OK not to be
Sooner or later the end approaches
Save for nothing, hear them out, it can’t be all that bad
If you’re lucky than you won’t even realize
Wish I could buy something real, a spirit stick, the perfect poetry,
a missing link, a void full
Feel anything else, feel anything at all
Of no where, of nothing, to no one
Feel anything else, feel anything
Go somewhere, be something to someone
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Generation Ship
02:57
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You didn’t choose, choose to be born
Your generation was designed long ago
Your skills planned to keep this ark afloat
It’s hard to see why you should care about their world
No way to relate
All your feeling are filtered, controlled environment
Succession ensured
The sky is always metal-gray, the windows are black forever
The comforts of home
Away from the sun, it’s not your concern
A pale blue dot is always kept astern
As soon as they learn to go faster than you
You’re obsolete and so is everyone you love, everyone you know
No where to escape
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Idle Venture
03:09
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There’s nothing on TV, but the glow is all I need
The words don’t mean that much to me, like a solo by Henri
Every breath is different and thoughts are all the same
Wait until tomorrow, it’s my favorite day
There’s no test for time, maybe that’s a job for you
I just thought about you all day, you were thinking of me too in my mind
Boredom is a tool, take apart your thoughts
Build them up again sitting by yourself
Blinking eyes staring at the clock
Consider light, that’s one more hour gone
Is this thing even on?
This pendulum has a beat that really swings
Something spins the Earth, butterfly wings?
Lying back, looking outward
The hot sun, the cool water
A silent joke, we are floating
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4. |
Psychic Surgery
05:29
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Sometimes the way you think breaks my heart
Crawl onto the avenue
Waiting in a Montreal hospital
I hope they have mercy on you
I can’t breathe - you can’t see me
Among the reeds - I am bleeding
Behind the scenes - I know you fear me
Black and green - there is no meaning
Your imagination makes my head hurt
Out on a deep sea fishing trip
Join the migration from the beach
The blinking signal means you’re gone
Your secret’s safe while you’re in charge
Making your point on your way out
They say don’t mess but I don’t know
There’s no place like anywhere else
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Philanthropy
02:22
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Ownership is wrong, everything is yours
It’s a victimless crime if you pick their pockets right
What don’t you deserve? Forty kinds of paint
All in one hue, no budget for a brush
Philanthropy, give it all away
Give it all away, so you can take it back
Gather up your charms, pick your whitest smile
Lots of tissue and blood, lie like it’s your job
Leap into the past, pick a blade of grass
Look them in the eyes, and bury them under the tracks
Put your things away, keep them safe
No on you can trust has an interest in you
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6. |
Conservation Area
03:07
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Watch each leaf fall like a meteor in a shower
Everyone you know is in this room
Dirt in your mouth, floating on the ground
Draw the lake into your lungs
Beyond rusted halls and ruined time
Search where the elders are interred
Their thoughts are in your mind forever
Earn the truth or learn to live without it
Mix your reality with fact
Coiled to attack, driven to extremes
Thought to be the third and final strike
Paint your view, collect your children
Whisper your words
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7. |
Something After
04:20
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Remember when you wake
Always seems like yesterday suddenly repeats
Said we’d be OK, my attempt at being comforting
But was that disappointment I saw?
I’ll assume that it was
What lingers where you used to be?
Living with the past
Getting to know presently it all floods back in
I said when it’s done we should go on an adventure somewhere maybe
You said I was so sweet and then smiled lovingly
What lingers where you used to be?
There are no words to define
To be at such a loss for time
Untethering isolation
To walk away feeling undone
How many synonyms for grief can you find?
How ominous it seems to me
How you’d say I’m not long for this world
What lingers where you used to be?
There are no words to define
There must be something after
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8. |
Things Left To Do
03:02
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So that’s how it goes, in blinks of an eye, flashes of sight
Here and then gone, seamlessly fading from colors so bright
Simple words will never reason-out how to go back to start again
Talk to yourself so echoes align despite what you say
You have a pulse, a name, and things left to do today
Invisible pain that strangles all hope for progress, static ideals
Long for connectivity and horrified to know the truth
Communication shouldn’t be a competition you can lose
Angling for empathy while unsustainably alone
Understanding their perspectives better than your own
Is there any way to validate experiences now long lost?
Getting used to this new normal is what feels the worst
What future cost? All the unknown
A frame of the past steeps in my mind covered in lace
Dig in to find, not to replace
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Subject
05:08
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Hold the intangible hand in your mind
Maybe the truth will be revealed in your sleep
Dream of the way we were, what can never be
The singularity
And never has a new meaning
And no one knows what it is
But nothing feels like forever
Tell me, is it tomorrow?
Is it so strange to be alive?
And stranger to know the space that’s in between
The countdown, the lows
That you were wrong when you wrote down
Those words that haunt you still
But then how could you know…
That never had a new meaning
And no one knows what it is?
That nothing feels like forever
And absence is ever-present?
That someday you’d know this feeling
And nothing could change the terms?
That there’s no measure of being
And you’d be gone now?
Is it tomorrow?
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10. |
Air Conditioning
05:01
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Nothing here twice a month
No word but awkward
Forty-plus-eight hours alone together
What’s our connection?
Common discomfort?
Dragged along, running errands
Nothing fun planned-interest diverged
Paint the garage and pick up dry-cleaning
What’s our connection?
Watching and waiting?
Silent lungs full of blue dust for days
Maybe your the hero that you thought you’d be
Helpless free-fall transportation gets you there late
Pointless conversation wasn’t worth the driving
Thought you’d be a little more understanding
You can see the countdown in my eyes
Just want to go home
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