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We're Still
03:57
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I don’t remember who we ratted out, but we did
I don’t remember their names, their faces, their sins
I don’t remember who we ratted out but we did
I don’t remember the reason or the words
I’m here talking to you all night
Two chords and a melody and I’m alright, I’m just fine
I don’t remember who we ratted out but we did
Don’t remember their names, their faces, their sins
Theyre no longer here
While we’re still free
We’re still breathing in air
legally
I don’t remember who we ratted out, but we did
Don’t remember their names, their faces, their sins
I don’t remember who we ratted out, but we did
Don’t remember the faces, the places where we’d been
I'm still standing here in the yard
And I am here holding their stare
And Im still breathing in their air
They’re no longer here
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Great Conjunction
03:12
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Lost my glasses in March
and the world has gotten blurry
from nearsightedness and tears
I can still make out the horizon
Illuminated by the Great Conjunction
and, while I no longer function
I will stare at the Christmas Star
And whisper “where have you been?”
“Where will we go?
Take me with you
Before you’re gone.”
I leave stains on the shirt where they fell
I will keep plodding along
Even though this may be
Hell all along
I am not feeling too well
If that wasn’t apparent
But lets listen to the wind
and stare at the star
Hoping to shed some light
on where we are
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Illusion Sensation
04:20
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Never felt the blackness of night
Until I stepped into the Lake
I walked straight off queens landing
and into the green frothy shores
The birds on the wire
sit and conspire
about how they’re going to be fed
I run inside
more dead than alive
just trying to cover my head
[Chorus]
Don’t let the Mandible linger
let it drop true and quick
and as the tip falls
the birds will sing
high above my head
Sensation of movement
illusion of progress
but even a slow boat
can get you gone
When you lose yourself
go back to the last place you were
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Thorns
02:02
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How can I forget?
How can I forget?
Take me back
to the beginning
How can I regret?
How can I regret?
Take me back
to the beginning
Time reaching forward
Memory leaning back
These strange artifacts
disrupting nature’s flow
the natural flow of forgetting
How can I reset?
How can I reset?
Take me back
to the beginning
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6. |
Collection of Crumbs
05:16
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Receive a chorus of “Please”
But they ignore our collective pleas
Then Congress said:
“We’re done
for the season
We wish you
nothing but joy”
So they sent a collection of crumbs
They sent a collection of crumbs
They sent a collection of crumbs
“We’re done
for the season
We wish you
nothing but glad tidings
from our palatial homes”
Sent a collection of crumbs
by United States Mail
Got delayed in December hail
Seem to have fallen off the rails
We said
we’re watching
each act of indifference
we will save the receipts
we will remember your deceits
Start a reflection of “how come”
How did we arrive at this outcome?
Don’t Panic. Organize.
We will not succumb
To unreason
We will overcome
This season
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7. |
Ido
00:58
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Weary Valley Chicago, Illinois
Corner's dust reemerges before coroner can produce a broom: prairie music, lake songs, rolling words.
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