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Little Boy Crystal
03:33
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Ten years have worn, gone by
Since my father’s time
When he said his last
Goodbye
Of his glory
I was stillborn
We share a name
Despite
Product
Of the ideal merge
My both were made
Alive
There was the other
That scented other
Who kept my self withdrawn
Inside
Ten years have torn, gone by
Since my father’s time
When he said his last
Goodbye
Of his glory
I was stillborn
We share a name
Despite
PROJECT
OF TOOL SOLUTIONS
My both were made
Alive
There was the fluid
That other fluid
It felt so gross on the
Outside
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If your smile was meant for me
Beyond a veiled memory
I’d have followed in the sharpest shoes
If the whispers had slipped wide
No struggle for a place to hide
I’d have stood up straight and been like you
I saved all of the yearbook photographs
I saved all of the yearbook photographs
Were they true or empty pages
Full of hollow dressings cast
As I go through all the distant faces
To the last
If your smile was meant for me
The distance and the drag between
Might have opened to a waking bloom
If I found a space inside
To dwell complete forever tied
I would never wish to be that new
I dream back all the seasons and the sense
I dream back all the seasons and the sense
Were they wandering and real
‘til they tangled to a blend
as I pass through all the nagging traces
to the end
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4. |
The Thaw
03:35
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5. |
Row ~ Recess
01:46
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All good will come
In third refrains
For in the rare
And dirty light
There shifts a gleam that you will capture
And hold ‘til the measure’s right
Where once-a-crawl
Will shine straight through
Into a warm delay
Falling in perfect waves
And easy as an afterthought
They will drown
And drift away
The only real
And anywhere
That you will feel
Lies warm and bare
To still the antique clamor
Of all your past affairs
Ever boundless
And certain
To spare
Such gentle senses laid
Under a soft cascade
And easy as an afterthought
They will drown
And drift away...
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7. |
Shallow Draw
03:26
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Tonight
What is there left to keep
When we’re two loose strangers
In one lonely heap
Is there
Something I got wrong inside
Meeting your soft center
With no pride
How come
Things are changing all the time
And the guilty treasures
Are so hard to find
On track and in line
Today my life
It just flashed
Before my eyes
I was glazed
But still the same
Goodbye forget that I told you
Tonight
Could I be broken too
With a pocket soul
And some tears running through
Could I
Ever make you want to stay
You don’t have to talk
Or look my way
Far off
In the distance of a dream
Can I hear you breathing
Or a steady stream
Of every routine
Tonight
When everything is still
Can’t I share some fit
With the shame of the spill
My heart
Nearly fell out of my face
Struggled through that breath
But where’s the grace
Somehow
Was it all a masquerade
Drifting past the bleaches and the barricades
You whisper and fade
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8. |
The Black Swarm
04:10
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9. |
Yesterday Marooned
01:19
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10. |
Flatfoot Back To Dryden
02:37
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You can be afraid of everyone
You can fake your face and stay too long
When you sleep the settled thoughts
May just escape
Never felt as sad inside
Swallowed fast until you cried,
"All the cheap and twisted sins!"
You can be afraid of everyone
You can take a shallow glance all wrong
When you speak your even thoughts
Will always break
There’s a glassy surface here
All the couples see you clear
Taken, in a Sunday’s will
You don’t want to be a raw sense slave
With your every feature on display
But you want to feel
The skin reality
Flatfoot back to Dryden when
You’re broke down and stained again
Table draw your life away
To be mutual as one with her
Not a faulty dream that’s just a blur
Pouring into every promise
On a face
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11. |
A City Trout
01:28
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LANDERIM Brooklyn, New York
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