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Confidential
02:47
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Confidential are my contents.
Consequence if I am open.
I exist to keep a secret.
I exist to keep a secret from
you could say that
that is all there is.
That is all there is.
That is all there is.
What is love, if it is for objects?
What is love, if it is for power?
What is love, if it is for secrets?
What is love, if it is a secret from
you could say that
that is all there is.
That is all there is.
That is all there is.
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2. |
Two Faces and a Vase
03:33
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Everything’s a blur I can’t sort out the figure from the ground
I'm slurring all my words I can’t make out the singing from the sound
But everything’s a choice so I guess I was choosing to stay down ‘til you said
How quickly life changes, how soon we forget the hopelessness we felt before
I used to be afraid of being alone, I’m not afraid anymore
If everyday’s the same well why not stay in one place for so long
Should I go where no one knows my name, my shame, I’m learning to move on
But every place I go is the same as where I’m coming from since you said
How quickly life changes, how soon we forget the hopelessness we felt before
How quickly life changes, how soon we forget the emptiness we felt before
I used to be afraid of being alone, I’m not afraid anymore
I can’t remember just what it felt like to be me
When I was younger, every time I find myself I leave
How quickly life changes, how soon we forget the hopelessness we felt before
How quickly life changes, how soon we forget the emptiness we felt before
I used to be afraid of being alone
I used to be afraid of being in love
I used to be afraid, I didn't know, I'm not afraid anymore
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3. |
Hugo
03:57
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hugo
he goes
holding his breath
head on a step of a stoop in Philadelphia
margo
she goes
spending her breath
hauling a bed of roses to the curbside
and the flowers cry
cry
To the fire
I push my breath.
Ash finds its way to the streets of Philadelphia.
my ghost he goes
catching his breath
chasing the soot and smells to the curbside
and the fire cries
cries
Where will we go when all that's left
is what was put on earth to somehow kill us?
My ghost is no thing that can be touched,
and what is not felt is without substance.
without substance
without substance
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4. |
Stable Places
04:03
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Seeking out a stable place to sleep
we made our bed upon a pile of leaves
and couldn't feel the fields underneath
my skin is rough but darling i am weak
you say you do not know where you belong
or how to tell what's right from what is wrong
or if we're closer to the end than the beginning
or if the future will be so forgiving
though i'm not supposed to want
what i cannot have what i cannot have
wants me to so what am i to do
so you're not supposed to want
what you do not have what you do not have
wants you too so what are you going to do?
though we're not the same as we were when we were younger
that is not to say we're not still young but you know our days are numbered
and all this time has passed and i am glad to see it going
for what comes next and what comes left leads me to believe that
everything we feel must be true
you're for me and i am for you
everything will fall into place
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5. |
VU
04:44
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The VU was flashing
The VU was flashing
and though bombs were to small to be seen the fire could be felt.
Born from febrile fixes
the heat poured out her chest
and sparks spread through the space between a breath and another breath.
The VU was flashing
The fire could be felt
Born from febrile fixes
and another Breath
I left when You weren't looking
Your face stuck in my head
with prose of roses on my mind a message was sent
I went on to the next stage
You saw the smoke and followed
there we held our rite hands and the heat spread within
I left when You weren't looking
A message was sent
I went on to the next stage
the heat spread Within
She took me to her bedroom
(where all good things take place)
there we fought off want of sleep and fire was made
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6. |
XV
04:31
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Imagine yourself in love again
this time in love with me
Feel yourself a fool again
laughing along with me
I'm not afraid to say it.
I said it once before.
See the sun through orange bedding
this time in bed with me
Fingers feeling through your pockets
reaching for your keys
I'm not afraid to say it.
I've said it once before.
It's about time I said I love you.
It's about time I said it again.
You suffocate at the same speed
you fan the flames in me
And as you age I will repay
each breath as does a tree
I'm not afraid to say it.
I've said it once before.
It's about time I said I love you.
It's about time I said it again.
It's about time I said I love you.
It's about time I said it again.
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7. |
Nothing to Be
04:05
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if you plan to become what you hate
what you love will become you
if you choose to conceal what you think
what you feel will disclose you
though we may never be the same
you can be sure that nothing's really changed
rearrange the memories you have
it might seem strange but there's nothing to be
sad about
if you plan to forego what you doubt what you know
will destroy you
if you forget your past you got sold take it back
no one owns you
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8. |
Pick Up America
06:03
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Only when we own
every paper, every stone,
will we find out
what they are there for
will we find out
what we are here for
And if nothing we should find
to learn from the things we mined,
they'll have taught us
what they are there for
they'll have taught us
what we are here for
Men condescending talk about their mother
knowing full well the kinds of things they've done to her.
Over dirty dead
bodies buckled bruised and headless
do we carve out our initials
to remind us what our names are.
Men condescending talk about their mother
knowing full well the kinds of things they've done to her.
As if her deafness were some sort of catalyst
for the incisions they will place upon her wrists.
And if nothing we should find
to learn from what should remind us
and if nothing we should find,
they'll have taught us.
They'll have taught us.
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9. |
Envelope
05:17
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I will make myself ink on a page
and bleed through the driest paper
I will wrap myself in an envelope
and hope that it finds you safely
When you have me will you hold me up to the light
to see if you can see through me
before you tear me open like a letter
cut through my wax and seal
You can read me if you like you can try
to make out the scribble all over my hands
If you can see me through the ink and the lines
could you tell me where I’m going or where I began
I will find myself among the rocks
living in a cave with the bears
I will sleep all through the winter
until all the snow has cleared
And then I’ll come out into that summer sun
and try to put it down in a letter
And tell you about all of the things I’ve done
and all of that beautiful weather
But it’d be so much better if you could feel it for yourself
so I’ll soak it up and save it until you come around
It’d be so much simpler to sing what I see
if I was living in a cave and couldn’t come out
You can read me if you like
If you can see me through the ink and the lines
If you can make out the scribble all over my hands
Could you tell me where I’m going or where I began
You can read me if you like
If you can see me through the ink and the lines
if you can make out the map all over my face
could you tell me where i’m going or where i was made
You can read me if you like
If you can see me through the ink and the lines
If you can make out the scribble all over my hands
Could you tell me where I’m going or where I began
Could you tell me where I’m going could you tell me where I am
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10. |
Certainty
02:36
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if this body is just a paragraph
is my soul between the lines
where can i lay my ink roots down
where can i let my letters lie
in each other we will find a home
if this body is between parentheses
does the pause preclude a home
written in our earth-bound paragraph
you might be lonely but i swear you're not alone
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