1. |
Train at St. Albans
01:25
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my aunt in bed at the end
pictures she took
pictures that were taken of her
stacked on the table
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2. |
Hesychasm
07:12
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a state of constant prayer
pint of sand, sun and lake
the rest just seems to fade away
a view for us to think about in winter --
mason jar of thick blue paint
sons and daughter congregate
to sprinkle every speck across the paper.
through the woods, 'cross interstates
the rest just seems to fade away
i drag the tires along the front yard's edge --
crumble of the reformed earth
comfort, comfort, safe and warm
a gentle stop outside my bedroom window --
to go inside and clean it out
the open door's a gaping mouth
i feel your touch and start to scream
but you're a different kind of shadow.
a state of constant prayer
life goes fast when in a dream
ashes, ashes, smoke and steam
miss you.
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3. |
Cracked Around the Grin
03:28
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i wanna follow you into the murky depths
stuck on top the bed and i'm never goin' back
my hands lie open on an empty pillowcase
feelin' out of breath and i'm never goin' back
i track the birds as they pivot back and forth
descending on the room
and i'm never goin' back again
no i'm never goin' back again
no i'm never goin' back
i'm cracked around the grin
and i'm never goin' back again
no more opioids to haunt my daughter's body
not a second left to waste, we're late now to her party
if i could get up just in time
then i might find some peace outside
but something keeps me tethered to this empty fucking bedroom
i wanna follow you into the murky depths
stuck on top the bed
and i'm never goin' back again
no i'm never goin' back again
no i'm never goin' back
i'm cracked around the grin
and i'm never goin' back again.
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4. |
Everyday 'til Death
01:25
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now the days are getting longer
now the nights are getting warmer
now the streams are all unfrozen
now feels like the right time to move on
and the shadow's getting longer everyday until death
and the shadow's getting longer everyday until death
now the streets are warm all day long
now the grass being cut can be smelled
now everybody's on their porches
now feels like a time for a change of scenery
and the shadow's getting longer everyday until death
and the shadow's getting longer everyday until death
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