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The Owl, He Waits
03:26
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Babel
03:38
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Genesis 11: 1-9
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Dead Clouds
06:18
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Cheers
Here's to my life
I'll be dead before I know what any of it meant
Cheers
Here's to my health
May my mind self-destruct before my body
Cheers
Here's to my friends
They'll take advantage of me even in my grave
Cheers
Here's to my accomplishments
Of which I can count on one hand only
Cheers
Here's to the music
It couldn't save me, even from myself
Cheers
Here's to my addictions
Without which, I would have never had the ability to forget
And here we are, victims of circumstance all over and over again. And I know that I am worthless but I also know that I am everything. Being accepting of the fact that I am nothing allows me to be anything. Going anywhere in the slow fabric of time, manipulating destiny and chance, I am God, Allah, the El. I am my creator and I am in control. And there is something intangible, separated from language going on, festering, charging, building inside of my head, my chest, behind my eyes. It has always been there and now it's built cities in the folds of my brain, and soon the world will be visible. I can hear it but it's just static and someone turns up the volume every once and a while. Every blue moon I accept the gift of moonlight and then it is gone. Back to rebuilding, rewiring, reworking, controlling, dictating but doing so so quietly so quiet it scratches, itches, the water it babbles, not roars, it is calm but still flowing always flowing, leading somewhere, smoothing rocks into pebbles, eroding, eating, erasing the Earth, making change. I will change with it soon, soon enough. I am restless and almost ready. I am conquering darkness by submitting to it. Don't go away. Don't, don't do it.
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4. |
Broken E String
03:46
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5. |
Sailor Jerry
03:22
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Old sailor Jerry, he wasn't so nice
He had a hook in my brain, he picked and cut and spliced
I didn't like sailor Jerry, he begged to stay the night
And in the morning he made coffee, what a treat.
When the ambulance came, he laughed, I said I'd had it
He looked at me, hooked at me, said "Your mind, or all your habits?"
I spit and kicked and faced
The only written page
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Oh what a manical man in the mirror
They told me to lock her away, now I'm nearer
Where is your love?
I can hardly feel it
You have been gone
I don't know how to feel it anymore
Out of body. Hallucinating small dots as if I stared at the song for too long. Overtired, what is happening and why? Need to calm down, want to drink, I feel sick to my stomach. And man, this is panic, this is so fucking manic! Think of nothing but at the same time - work, no sleep, alcohol over consumption, weed, action packed week, adderall, need xanax, benzos, something to feel okay, am I okay or wasting away?
Think I'm twisting, tiring, bending, snapping, breaking, wasting, ripping, snapping, cracking, grinding. Fuck!
Oh what a manical man in the mirror
They told me to lock her away, now I'm nearer
Where is your love?
I can hardly feel it
You have been gone
I don't know how to feel you anymore
I miss you
I miss you so
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Ethereal
03:20
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Trees In the Sky Baltimore, Maryland
Trees In the Sky is a two-piece band made up of Greg Lewis and Adam Segal. Great songs by guys with huge dicks.
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