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Eat The Wind
06:42
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You're not inner-child.
You are young and more old than China.
Suffer not in your charnel.
You have what you want.
Don't forget to yawn.
On a hot day, send your sun outta ya.
Now mostly what I talk is to be and what not to be.
Sun, yeah, sun.
Put the bee and more honey on our birthday cake.
"Sure", the yawn-birdies said, "Why not?"
Mothers said, "Why not? Mother cannot look at ya."
Guardian, come home to the father,
to the TV, to the to-do.
Eat the wind with each other's chopsticks.
What a challenge!
What a challenge!
Put some in, put some out while they're eating meat and chickpeas,
trouble and mock and now your shoulder.
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For now they are green
only in your river.
Please sell me more.
I'll follow ya everywhere.
For now they're all me,
growing in the river.
Peace or Evil,
Bird always behind.
New? Am I new?
My mouth makes me eat.
Boas on the sun couldn't smile at the lens.
Don't the roads adore you?
Hey, you're a wino.
I believe I can get
only wax and bread.
Et cetera.
The first time I loved you:
Weather outside.
The first time.
They are green.
I'm in the boulevard.
Geese and limos,
Bottles, desperate men.
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3. |
Try My Shoes On
04:44
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Love is in the wall we made unmove.
Who knows who loves?
There's more unknown.
We'll sober up.
We'll be alone.
But you're my slow air in zero sound, for tone's too difficult.
Too difficult.
Try my shoes on and call the song.
“Can’t stop in a fire,” they made Laura sing.
“Make your privacy and make love for me.
I’ll video my skull like your dream simply sees a plain day.
I’ll see inside every face for now, so free."
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4. |
Jimmy Lassa
02:53
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But I can't guess this so far.
Ain’t there two guys?
And then two moths flit slowly downriver.
And then to you a love, a carrier.
And then to a moon
inside a book.
Jimmy Lassa.
Helpfully, I saved the leaves.
And then two moths
invented me.
Who saw you do it?
But I can’t carry my singing.
I’ll carry mice.
They look at me.
You do kissing precise.
You said, “Air will prompt our poverty.”
Ain’t there two guys
inside a vase?
Jimmy Lassa.
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5. |
And Now Your Shoulder
05:52
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You're not inner-child.
You are young and more old than China.
Suffer not in your charnel.
You have what you want.
Don't forget to yawn.
On a hot day, send your sun outta ya.
Now mostly what I talk is to be and what not to be.
Sun, yeah, sun.
Put the bee and more honey on our birthday cake.
"Sure", the yawn-birdies said, "Why not?"
Mothers said, "Why not? Mother cannot look at ya."
Guardian, come home to the father,
to the TV, to the to-do.
Eat the wind with each other's chopsticks.
What a challenge!
What a challenge!
Put some in, put some out while they're eating meat and chickpeas,
trouble and mock and now your shoulder.
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6. |
See Your Shadow
04:02
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Couldn't you feel my passion end?
Numbers matter.
There is a moon at the place you can't look and see.
But can this burn us?
This is touch and not euphoria
sent by the dead regime's cool hand of tragedy,
knuckles as nice as a python
squeezing forever.
There's so much vengeance
but it's the one touch for us:
cold air around us,
ocarinas chirping colour.
Did you want more kissing before my orchid eyes?
What is the word I should not say?
Sea or Shadow?
Sea full of moons pushed me to then escape today.
They're too busy.
Nice is my laughter's dust beside you.
There in the morning is a mouth we'll never taste.
Who is Angora?
Shadows say, "See your shadow."
Sea full of moons pushed me to then escape today.
They're too busy.
Nice is my laughter's dust beside you.
There in the morning is a mouth we'll never taste.
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Angela
03:46
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Angela,
Forget those trees you've seen.
I'll go now
into the clouds of green.
It's shorter to walk right through the jungle
but we're never gone.
Like blossoms to the air,
we're nothing.
To go is just to move in circles.
Our destinies were long ago.
Let's get over that tree.
It's starting to feel empty.
Angela,
our first is still the last.
See, Angela.
I want us to be friends evermore.
Oh Angela.
Soon we two
may vanish from your fancy,
Angela,
mysteriously dancing.
Angela,
I want us to be friends evermore.
Oh Angela.
Mmmm.
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8. |
Silk
02:35
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Silk (Can A Self Overwhelm?)
Can a self overwhelm?
Could you spare some regard to angry sea or fleur du mal?
‘Tween there ideas started by hand or by searching,
juggling fire in the algae
that I can’t quite look at.
Can a self overwhelm?
Commas are useless tools
you must realize can't end with an end
or an egg or a statue or an ego to lie to,
can’t end with an end.
“Can a self pass and come away?
Now feed yourself into my soultruck.”
So she touches signs.
She vessels the foetus
just as those creators’ cantatas say “Never forget us,”
and cheetahs know scent through the arm of the seer.
Can a self overwhelm?
Could your path show a moon
or your mom or an egg?
Qualified due to pain to abridge river-time,
every pharaoh fell into his post to assume you’re into kiss opera.
Do you know it is clear?
Your bag of forget I can’t see.
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