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Forest Frost
03:08
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I crossed that frozen lake a year ago
The ridge has lead me on, in rite, in flow
Sieve the tone
An acre sown
Painted on with vague and frost
Water clear, memories washed
Blistered hands and bottom lost
Sea so vast and beech robust
Crane it out, hold on to appetite
Mask the jagged era, strive with spite
Lead me blind
Seize the strides
Painted on with vague and frost
Water clear, memories washed
Blistered hands and bottom lost
Sea so vast and beech robust
Rustle rest, you hear the mumbled words
Cross it off, the dolefil strumming burns
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Drew a Bird
04:25
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I drew a bird on the table
It was my only hope
these wings carved in wood
A stump regrow
A skindeep visit, I can’t console
It flows, in ceaseless moves
You spoke soft; ‘don’t direct the scene’
Goddamnit I am the sky
This is temporary,
drawn on your skin.
I create the empty space,
It was left here on my wall,
I can’t bear to be here now.
Erase that path, you daybreak,
Tied a knot around what I made up.
Fill my lungs with frozen air
A low wintersun,
I sieve the words to shield the cold
I savor the trees,
The past is just a wooden floor
So I keep that circle small
It’s from the earth, but also off the air
So cold to the touch
This is temporary,
drawn on your skin.
I create the empty space,
It was left here on my wall,
I can’t bear to be here now.
Erase that path, you daybreak,
Tied a knot around what I made up.
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3. |
Tracks
03:58
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Once I was left behind
Heavy fabric on my shoulder
And alas I’m getting older
Cataract ripe in my eyes
I am not the mountain road
Follow the footpath up to hope
I am not the one who knows
Heavy rain will always soak
A tunnel of falling snow
Couldn’t have the dialogue
Rusty knife and fingers broke
Grant yourself a spare approach
I am not the mountain road
Follow the footpath up to hope
I am not the one who knows
Heavy rain will always soak
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4. |
Rainstate
04:19
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I became aggravated
So eager to be included
Then it surfaced
The rain comes heavy at birth
I sullied my solitary game
Lead me far from the Rainstate
Once I was involved
The mountains unfolded
A road intruded
My mood matches the moon
I sullied my solitary game
Lead me far from the Rainstate
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5. |
From Fall to Roanoke
03:40
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Holing up in rumination
Acrid acid spilled a little later
Towards what was weightless waiting
Scraped the purpose of gazing
Inverted vacuum in full bloom
Tear up the fumes to a pertinent push
Staring out the afternoon
Wear out that remorsed costume
From Fall to Roanoke
My arms around the globe
Aplomb along the ropes
Rears up before it settles down
Alternate universe, a simple town
Bend with me the binded bounds
Lack of continuity is found
From Fall to Roanoke
My arms around the globe
Aplomb among the ropes
So to skirt the rumor mill
The sense of perfume still
A platform for thoughts unsaid
Abrasive tone to parse a thread
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Feather Form
03:26
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A choler, embodied
I am the wind, you are the cold
A feather, an apologue
Travel log folded sums it up
With nimble fingers and wood piled high
River brink, the wicker weir
Rattle the reed, a breath so neat
Now that you are on my team
A hinder, a tree shade
This is the branch I’m sitting on
(This place is) nowhere outside (my imagination)
Neither the substance nor the form
Hibernate the waded flood
Cemented in burly mud
Carry me to all my ways
Idle hope rise from a crater
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Harness me
03:41
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Head into the forest slow
Heed my jibes, the muted crow
Hence my sanded hands
Lukewarm is the artery
I will ruse the falling tree
Crammed in the defense
Harness me, a vivid shrine
A heir hinges in the vines
Alter me, to shape the stern
Heralding a dull return
Who will be the first to speak
Stammer on it’s not unique
Rinse the splintered stair
No one’s has the answers now
A bucket is my only crown
Parse the speech with care
Solace me, a puzzled pate
Shout that yammer for a fate
Stolid somber like the hill
Stumble silent on the sill
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Flakes
02:40
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Flames on sandy plain
The bottom of ravines
An ordinary claim
Reckoned self esteem
A hundred years to symbolize the ache
Colours of crows, hollowed utmost
These are the signs to mark that phase
Covered in snow, cover that cold
Coated with heavy rime
We both know it’s not true
Seek the storm and sigh
Burned out the pursuit
A century to symbolize the ache
Colours of crows, hollowed utmost
So are the tides to mark that phase
Covered in snow, cover that cold
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Lay on the Land
02:50
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Since I plumbed the depths, beyond the ken
A romance has began, an offering
Battle sets elements
Address the elephant
Lay on the land
Weather in your hands
Place and chase are damned
Patterns prompt the cleanse
Wind under my cloths, a treasure debt
Whispered inherence, a valley rests
Winter is murdered
You are the culprit
Lay on the land
Weather in your hands
Place and chase are damned
Patterns prompt the cleanse
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Glasslake
05:08
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Let this be my solitude
A long abstract errand
Veered the self-inflicted shame
It falls out of your hands
This seclusion is my last
Hone in on corrosive thoughts
Through the mill and in the ground
It wasn’t all my fault
Found in the Glasslake, a stream impulsing
I’ll always fall apart for you
Daybreak, daybreak, birds wish to sing
I’ll always fall apart for you
What if this live never takes off,
despite all of the effort and plans
The same path is not for me
It'll all come out in the wash
Not in time to be a part of it
Yes you know the good in me
Sore and sober on the trail
A towering relief
Found in the Glasslake, a stream impulsing
I’ll always fall apart for you
Daybreak, daybreak, birds wish to sing
I’ll always fall apart for youremco
How long before you fall in love
Fold the cover that’s folding us two
Everything has yet to come
I’ll build this heaven with you
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