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It's Okay
02:36
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You will not forget me
It's just your mind.
We have no security beyond ourselves
and sometimes I question that.
Why do I keep questioning that?
I didn't think I'd stay in bed this late.
Voices in my waking state.
I'd still be a burden at this age,
I wouldn't learn a living wage.
That I would fly into a rage,
That i would feel so ashamed,
Well I'm sorry.
I'm not sorry.
I'm sorry.
It'll be bad i'm sure.
It'll hurt and you'll wanna give up.
It'll be sad for you but you got to keep on keeping on.
You'll fall down and feel like dirt.
In 70 years you won't remember a thing
and this won't hurt a bit
and it's okay, it's okay.
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Worship Him
03:05
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Mid-July.
You stay up all night.
Your red face betrays the thing you like.
Feast your eyes
on this guy
and worship him,
worship him if you like.
He would skin you alive
scarface and sleeping bags
and is this, is this alright?
What would your parents say?
If you brought home a young blonde boy
and worshiped him,
and worshiped him when you liked.
He isn't interested anyway,
though i always thought he could've been
and come with me before i change my mind.
Sleep and work and nothing else
and worship him,
worship him if you like.
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Sense of longing, homesick blues,
for a home that never existed.
Check your pockets, check your shoes,
it was here until you missed it.
What's That Called?
When You Can't Remember The Word For Something
Ponder the concept that all of these people,
their lives are as complex as yours.
Wonder how something so good was so simple.
Your problems are much worse, I'm sure.
Identity crisis, I'm sick to the kidneys,
within me I don't know what's real.
This flesh that I'm wearing, it fails to fit me,
I want to convey how that feels.
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I sleep through the day.
I sleep through the night.
When I sleep, it's okay.
When I sleep, it's alright.
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5. |
Perseveration
03:50
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6. |
Lethologica
01:47
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Hiraeth,
Sonder,
Dysmorphia.
Lethologica.
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Oaxaca
02:49
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Microbes on my lens are my friends,
the thought ends and I sense that I feel like I'm falling.
The room starts to spin on an axis within
and a voice says Oaxaca is calling.
Words turn to warnings, to mourning, to hours,
to pouring rain strained through a shower.
Acidity burns like the core of a flame,
they're the same in the eyes of a flower.
The sound of our ancestors rings through the fog;
Speak not of the trees they are sacred.
Rules are as willow and orders as logs
and the world turns so close I can taste it.
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Blow the horn, begin the hunt.
In search of what you really want.
Run it past the point of fun.
The best thing that you have ever done.
Struck with envy, overrun.
Lose sight of what you never won.
C'est la vie en celadon;
The best thing that you have ever done.
Sow the seeds of what's to come,
taste the fruits of Avalon.
Lying in the summer sun
is the best thing you have ever done.
Lying in the summer sun
is the best thing you have ever done.
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