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High Tide I
02:12
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Now, the town is dead and gone. Hang on.
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Trees
02:42
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The trees drip rain from yesterday, so I get wet standing in their shade. Something’s wrong with my depth perception, so I walk in place until I reach a destination.
Every favorite song I wrote
in a cluttered room with a ceiling low
so if I stand too straight or I stand too tall I bump my head and forget it all.
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Pool Party
07:36
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If I get stoked for a romantic summer
don’t let me down with your pool party secrets.
I want you to be the one.
If I’m up late watching you idle,
come out of gray print and make it all certain.
I want you to be the one.
I want to take the last words you’ve got to give. Before you go to bed, what do you got to give?
I want to take the last words you’ve got to give. Before you go to bed, what do you got to give? I’ll put in a place that no one else can trust, so it’ll all be there when I’m ready to love.
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My confessor is my friend and thus provides encouragement;
I learn by comparison, and my sins aren’t as bad as his.
Rules are not to be broken. They are puzzles for an intellect to bend but never cut in half. To give but never fully get.
I’ve always known I’d die alone.
My god is alone where no one else can go
Bread from my hand to my mouth
trickle down to my house
trickle trickle down to my house trickle trickle down to my house
Let the blood drip on the towel the blood drip on the towel
I will seek to save my heart if you will stop projecting yours as hints and tips to solve all prayers.
Well, we’ve been here 10,000 years
and there’s no less days to sing God’s praise
than when we first begun.
There are no less days to sing God’s praise
than when we first begun.
There are no less days to sing God’s praise than when we first begun.
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High Tide II
01:23
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Water washes beach into the sand; clears the X’s I had marked
in the desert
before that’s what it was.
Now the town is dead and gone,
all the people from the town hang on.
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Put your shoulder next to my shoulder. It’s the only time it’ll feel this close; with all the little touches touching, all the little vessels pumping blood
to the places that they should.
The rocks that I thought were big rocks got littler as I backed up.
The thoughts that I thought were big rocks got smaller and I backed up.
Put your shoulder next to my shoulder.
It’s the only time it’ll feel this good;
with all the little touches touching,
all the little vessels pumping blood to the places that they should.
And I could move an inch right or left and let you know how I felt. With all the circuits bending, all my lights are darkening and I am going straight to hell.
The thoughts that I thought were big thoughts got littler as I backed up.
The thoughts that I thought were big rocks got smaller and I grew up.
The rocks that I thought were big rocks got littler as I backed up.
The thoughts that I thought were big rocks got smaller and I grew up.
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Belly Line
04:34
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Cover the curve of your belly line with mine.
Smudge the pencil line to make it clear what’s yours and mine.
Smudge the pencil line to make it clear what’s yours and mine.
I am, I am
every love drunk summer night.
Computer sun is rising. I’m making my lists of ways to die,
and I cherish every stupid thing I write.
‘Cause not a single thing I whispered was a lie.
‘Cause even cliches have to be true sometimes.
Smudge the pencil line to make it clear what’s yours and mine.
Smudge the pencil line to make it clear what’s yours and mine.
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Showers Without Warning
04:54
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I am not so innocent, you realized, when I cut your head off your body. I knew how to flirt before you came around. I only ran off hoping you'd catch up.
I won't live my life feeling weak and tired. Mom, I gotta deal with this vulnerable feeling the only way I can, so I will keep my back to all the open windows and ghosts that might come through them.
Take my showers without warning. Water wash the blood down quickly. Death is startling even when you invite him in. Feel my throat blood in the kitchen. Feel my throat blood, I am ready.
I am ready.
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High Tide III
03:50
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Water washes beach into the sand; clears the X’s I had marked
in the desert
before that’s what it was.
Now the town is dead and gone,
all the people from the town hang on.
We could not let it happen again.
We will hang on and ride on the tide.
I know what each day holds until then
I know what each day holds
(We will hang on and sleep in the tide)
(We will not, not let what, what happened, happen again)
We will not let it happen again.
We will hang on and ride on the tide. (We will hang on and sleep in the tide)
We will not let it happen again.
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All of my dreams came true leaving nothing else to dream about. So I dream that I’m standing still to make it so.
Everyone I talk to is someone that I thought I knew but may never have known at all. I resolve not to talk to myself and not to talk to anybody else who’s completely awake and okay with themself, and I love without anybody’s help.
You never wound me up quite enough to come undone. So I’m left here just un-done. I tell myself you’re waiting, but I might be the only one.
Everyone I talk to is someone that I thought I knew but may never have known at all. I resolve not to talk to myself and not to talk to anybody else who’s completely awake and okay with themself, and I hate without anybody’s help.
I’m tired
I wanna go to bed
Someone point me toward the end.
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