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Dark Muses
04:42
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Little death, agelessness
Dark lit rooms of blackberry necks
A curious stare leads to sinuous cues
Out the window inhibitions flew
There's just something in the air
Something like a comet coming near
We could use a new tempo
Look at how the moon glows!
Dark muses giggle and toil
Candle wax bubbles and boils
Chaotic pleasures unfoil
Blissful feelings coming from the moon oil
Ecstatic prayers to their loyals
Barefoot pilgrimage to the royal
Melting down and melting down
Layers and layers melting down
Nick nack room of a quilted design
All this stardust aligns to a
Constellation often shown
Third eye blinks while the coffins moan
Dark muses giggle and toil
Candle wax bubbles and boils
Chaotic pleasures unfoil
Blissful feelings coming from the moon oil
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2. |
Hit the Floor
03:28
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when you hit the floor
you’re bound to shatter
catch me when i fall
i do so often
skid my knees til’ i crawl
my ears open, eyes wide
slip inside, redefine
i move to communicate
i talk with my body weight
i laughed at my own jokes
when i met you at the show
throat itching, head spinning
joints loose and weak
hair matted, smile grinning
dance, speak
screw a lightbulb in my eye socket
beat my ear drums till i ride the sonic rocket
silver youth, golden in pain
sliver of whiskey sip it away
i move to communicate
i talk with my body weight
i laughed at my own jokes
when i met you at the show
while the boat rocks and rolls over
screaming and shouting, climbing over and over
in and out of your brain through your ears
trading your jeers for fears
[SHRED]
move to communicate (my little heaven)
talk with you body weight
you laughed at your own jokes (my little heaven)
when i met you at the show
when you hit the floor
how you move matters
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3. |
Evolve
03:52
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Don't avoid the dark blue
I dive head first into the new
Let the molecules envelop my skin
And the movement sway me out and in
I'm a bullet in the gun
You pulled the trigger into the sun
As I write my newfound odes
You write elegies mourning old
People aren't pure
People aren't stagnant
I'm not gone
No, I'm evolving
On the wall in my former home
An ancient calendar grows mold
The past is but a puzzle piece
In the outcome that is me
People aren't pure
People aren't stagnant
I'm not gone
No, I'm evolving
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4. |
Let's Mosey
04:46
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OOH you're doing ya thang
OOF its painful to watch
You care too much
But I'm so apathetic
Rose stems around your arm
Autumn leaves falling calm
The river flows
With my tranquil stroll
Bored from all of this hate
Far too late
We're on our way
You're still the same
We are moseyin' on
A garden fawn
We're far too gone
Your hopeless yawn
Alright Everybody!
Let's Mosey!
OOF I'm doing my thang
OOH And its cool to me
Little sprites
Glowing life
Fragrant rain, on the earth
To know what this thing's worth
Gentle groove
For my gentle mood
Soaked in all of this light
Lovely mind
I'm on a quest
But I haven't found it yet
Magic on the earth
Things here first
I'm on a quest
But I haven't found it yet
Alright Everybody!
Let's Mosey!
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5. |
Aspirations
04:05
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When will my invincibility complex die?
Maybe at the ripe old age of twenty-five
Or maybe my Aries sun will keep it alive
I think I'm the exception when things go awry
I have no aspirations
I'm going in rotations
I ignore my expectations
All I feel's exasperation
The future waves at me despondently
And I say "Hey" kinda subconsciously
Instant gratification is my philosophy
I've never been one to act responsibly
I have no aspirations
I'm going in rotations
I ignore my expectations
All I feel's exasperation
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6. |
Good Enough
08:00
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as the star passed over my head
through the moonbeam
the cow jumped over
i wished for clairvoyance
to be a prince again
for i still yearned for my father’s seat
as i patrolled the halls i reflected,
on the paintings he bought
and the bards he paid
and the poetry he begat
and the love he bargained
maybe i made a decision
maybe i lack precision
maybe i have to live with it
what the fuck do i even know?
i wasn’t a decision
maybe you were in a prison
but i have to live
what the fuck do you have to show?
son of a critic
how i value poignance
poetry in words
i wish to share with the world
the queen of clubs
will beat you down
and sap you of what makes you sweet
A mirrored and careful incision
maybe i made a decision
maybe i lack precision
maybe i have to live with it
what the fuck do i even know?
i wasn’t a decision
maybe you were in a prison
but i have to live
what the fuck do you have to show?
good enough for me
i’m proud of you
i know i don’t say it enough
but i really do love you
am i good enough for you?
are you proud of me?
i know you find it hard
to say that you love me too
take care brother
don’t forget your mother, your struggle
that you’re a lover at heart
don’t forget to call grandma
don’t forget me before i'm gone
and i will leave a light on
and keep a bed warm for you
when you come home for me to remind you that you’re good enough too
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