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Last Book, Vol.1
03:05
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there is a conceit that I conceal
that I am shaken by things that I didn't used to feel
I dreamt a dream of you in which I helped you to clean the halls
stood in line to see you and tried to remember it all when I came to
it's been an honor to look upon that green and sandy glass
olive oil reflections shining back from the inside of carafes
but everything seems impermanent to me
wish I didn't need adversity to succeed
or to let the clouds descend down onto me
I don't mean to be the monk by the sea
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Maroon Bells
03:13
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maroon bells september I went out there by myself
I could not remember why I left you on your shelf
but everything came flooding back to me
the feeling of being on the road and free
the plants and animals were grey and green
and everything was right as it should be
until the sun went down
and my corner room looked out on the alleyway
a single firework went off as if to say
later on november I stayed in when you went out
I could not remember why you left me by myself
but everything came flooding back to me
the feeling of being on my own and free
our plants and animals were there with me
and even the red dirt it seemed to sing
until the sun went down
and our living room looked out onto the yard
and without drawing breath I pulled my card
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Cloud Forest
03:20
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should you find me one day with my foot inside my shoe and nothing else
I went to cloud forest with the one I love and we lost ourselves
I just hope the images I've captured can help shed some light
or compel foul beasts and spirits to steer clear of here tonight
now this filthy mouth of mine will remain speaking until the end of time
and this monolith I lay on will soon bury me with moss and coins and lime
we fell down a muddy hillside from which there's no climbing back
I will make a home right here within the contours of our packs
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Floral Pick
04:42
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smoke from a nearby fire, the taste is on my tongue
I begrudgingly admire the way it dulls the summer sun
I feel my spirit slipping away every night but every day it will return to me
at dawn and release me
the upward motion slipping away every time that I see you face it will return to me at dawn and release me from all my anxieties
out here in the open it can become hard to tell if you are truly paying attention above the overpowering smell
I feel my spirit slipping away every night but every day it will return to me
at dawn and release me
the upward motion slipping away every time that I see you face it will return to me at dawn and release me from all my anxieties
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Last Book, Vol.2
03:31
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people get obsessed with good feeling
but I think we're gonna win this thing
shut my mouth and become still again
I think I'm feeling clean and real again
but I don't really own many physical books
I don't think it makes me that stupid
in spite of what John Waters may have said
but I could be convinced to change my mind about all that quite easily
the lights of this whole city are resting on the hills
like dust that may have fallen from a moth or mushrooms gills
quite frankly not sure how anyone does this everyday
quite frankly not sure how anyone keeps themselves away
but I'll concede that lately I've been wrapped up in myself
I don't think it makes me self-serving
I'm not one to be so precious about gaining wealth
but I could be convinced to change my mind about all that quite easily
everything seems impermanent to me
I wish I didn't need adversity to succeed
or to let the clouds descend down onto me
I don't mean to be the monk by the sea
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Neon Limes
02:34
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most everyone around us is exhausted except for you
when I was living without regret I of course would carry on to
but we are neon limes
and in four separate times
we will descend to the bottom of this golden bottle sign
descend to the bottom of this golden bottle sign
your face smells like velvet
your house smells like your skin
when cars crash like waves on the highway
they sew up with wooden pins
but we are neon limes
and in four separate times
we will descend to the bottom of this golden bottle sign
descend to the bottom of this golden bottle sign
we are neon limes
and we're taking our sweet time
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Deimos
05:02
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the room continued its glowing as you
curled your lips and thought of what to say
and saved it for another day
the oak of your hair as it's catching the sun
the line of your jaw is a trail I love to run
force a yawn on my way home
to ease the image and position of your bones
let now the body sting
let now the breathless sing
let now this earthly thing bestow to me
bestowing onto me these kisses hungrily
and the night smell coming in
as the evening veil grows thin
your face is asleep and is wrapped in a cloth
our fire has choked on the ashes it's wrought
force a yawn on my way home
to ease the image and position of your bones
let now the body sting
let now the breathless sing
let now this earthly thing bestow to me
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Moving Like a Mist
02:25
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a creaking crow has come for my woodsaw
his pebbly warble is intended to draw
a nest upon my eyes
my father's footprint size
and this love in us is moving like a mist
and lies like a river stone flowed over motionless
leaves have blown into our house like wandering souls
collect in speaking holes
gather up my cold toes
the music in the room
is flowing right for you
and this love in us is moving like a mist
and lies like a river stone flowed over motionless
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A Delicate Bloom
06:03
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a delicate bloom has opened up
and it has revealed it all to us
the surprising lack of overlap with common man
the countryside for us to unpack
I am only such a hobbyist because I don't have any other way to pass the time
I don't think about the future much because I don't know when or where that I would draw the line
getting old could be difficult but it also seems it could get easier all the time
the more I change the more I'm the same and I don't think that I could tell the difference if I tried
the accuracy and intricacy
like a fever to me
bloom delicacy
happens all of the time but you never notice
it's so easy to see the difference
the surprising lack of overlap with common man
the countryside the panic attack
I am only such a hobbyist because I don't have any other way to pass the time
I don't think about the future much because I don't know when or where that I would draw the line
getting old could be difficult but it also seems it could get easier all the time
the more we change the more we're the same and I don't think that we could tell the difference if I tried
the accuracy and intricacy
like a fever to me
bloom delicacy
the accuracy and intimacy
it's so easy to see
bloom delicacy
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