1. |
King Porus
05:20
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cloaked in the richness of wet fields
yours is a vital mind
maintain the way in which you steal
all the porous light
what serves you?
what comes to
help you go?
downfall to the time
with your bent head
with subservient signs
you open the gates for him instead
this was a vital time
oh, sulking god
oh, timid life
you are the tallest of all men
at the feet of kings
you have
all your really need.
can you tame
all the fire coming through me now
held
doused by the weight
of the same fields
made my home
at the feet of the same kings
shrouded there
where no light can fall in
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2. |
You \ Yours
04:04
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keeping voids
tar soaked memories
heavy
tandem dreams
would you tie your body to me?
you can
pleasure seekers
you mime your full fledged comforts
passion leaders
caught blind
ought to swallow
you can
don't
you
fall
as the ether changes the lines
(so) i've made your body mine
unforgiving winding skin
carry
carry me on now
with you
we will wait
with all these lines
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3. |
Black Room Blues
04:53
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breathless lover
can we stand in the ocean's tide?
pull me forward
contort all
just to move with you
I am worried
wide eyed
watch for the common ties
is your hidden body
made for mine at the end of time?
find me lover
two wet eyes
in a blue-black room
reaching forward
all for
you and the salted air
do you hear us?
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4. |
Gathering
03:07
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all in offering
the cycle has begun
all too often
the tight wheel
is never spun
and we know
it loosens up a bit
with a little
loving spit
i've been around your door forever
waiting for you to call me in there
waiting for you to call me in
waiting for you
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5. |
Pickup Lines
04:15
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oh, human urge
vile light surrounds you
you'll know no peace in the night
cracked into her
black hole astounding
we'll curse the light on your skin
weightless sensation
distorted mind
you'll have to wait
forever
i was there
by the windowpane
you had brought me there
i had got what i came for
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6. |
Crosswinds
04:48
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7. |
Hera
03:25
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8. |
The New York Times
05:33
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filled with the breeze
the ease of one hundred balking heads
tossed dust on the law
while you're winding your car
so naive in the night
how softly she sighed
her delicate mind saying
go
go
go
lay on the floor
resting your head
so cut from the source
typical things:
mocking the soft suburban martyr
so cautious and cured
donning unnecessary armor
open your jaw
swallow the pompous air of others
home for the night
tilting your cheek to a
loving mother
i don't really know but i really think i'll go from here
you don't really know but i really think we'll work it out
i don't really know but i really think it's all in vain
i don't don't really know but I really think i'll leave this place
i don't really know but i really think i'll go from here
its in our growth
our aging bodies
cut from the core
wrapped up in memory
take in the news
take off our clothes
take on each other
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