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Edge of Nothing
04:54
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How do you leave your future in tea
Crumpled leaves in an empty thermos
Magic 8-ball cracked on the wall
Now you're covered in oil and plastic
Fortune cookie papers
The positions of the sun
They're dripping down your tongue
But the edge of nothing is the only place to be
How do you leave your future in tea
Crumpled leaves in an empty thermos
Magic 8-ball cracked on the wall
Now you're covered in oil and plastic
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A rush I'm flushed, my brain just sings
A velcro trap, for my sweet amphetamine
A race I crave, all ducks in a row
Way out of line and now it will show
My golf cart rips, faster than the bus
Highway drag race, faster than god's own Lexus
Paved with scabs and cvs receipts
Marching down the road to recovery
Peel my eyes and stretch my neurons out and tell me I can do Adderall
Stick your fingers in my skull of worms and make me feel like I'm self assured
Knees are bloody and I'm howling with laughter I'm blessed and enraptured
Took a bite out of the apple of my eye, I'm crunching on pesticides
Tongue is numb I'm waiting for a swarm of bees to enter ears and eyes
Mesmerized by your goodbye, I'm waiting here & feeling my eyelids fall
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I'm tired again and the salt tastes sweet
Continental drift in my soul, my mind
converging, crashing, coming home
Glaciers melt down the vertebrae in my spine
Condensate in the Mariana Trenches of my..
...body
Volcanic waves wake from their ancient cartridge slumber
Communicate only through the arcane language of magma bones and oceanic crust
Another mountain ruptured and my earth is flat again
Mantle skin melts
Earthly eruption dance of violent ethereal tranquility
It's harmonic
I am tired again and the salt tastes sweet
Even mystic earthly waltz
It's tectonic
I was once Pangea
Now it's all islands and bridges
Nothing stays together long enough
Not even the things that make you up
You'll be something else
Somewhere else
It's tectonic
It's what's beneath my feet that maims me
A body that droughts
I was just there to cover up the ugly parts
The shore isn't where the water starts
It's what escapes it
It's all negative earth
It's tectonic
Do you see my mountains clench
Do you see their cavities
Do you see the dents in their peaks
Do you see why these mountains can no longer eat
Do you see why their bases keep on bleed
It's tectonic
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All those nerves behind your eyes
Lit up when you saw somewhere greener
Now those days have passed you by
And I clean your hair out the vacuum cleaner
You hit a rabbit with your car
The hare was fast but your engine's meaner
The air he breathed inflates your tires
His spine got stiff as his lungs got weaker
The water on this mountainside
Passed through the guts of the greatest thinkers
Until their insides got too dry
Their thoughts too faint for the loudest speakers
It was hard to gauge your size
You could tower next to sky-high-scrapers
Now your hair is thin and white
And I clean it out the vacuum cleaner
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Anything
03:32
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What am I even to you
Cortisol and glue
Stuttering and confused
Just tell me I'm anything
What are you even to me
Someone who used to see
The best that I could be
Just tell me I'm anything
If I'm just my bones and blood
Is that even enough?
The breath in all of us
Just tell me I'm anything
So give me the Pope's pointy hat
Budha's yoga mat
Dr Evil's cat
Just tell me I'm anything
Just tell me I'm anything
Just tell me I'm anything
Just tell me I'm anything
Just tell me I'm anything
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Caramel Frappe
04:03
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Hi could I uhhhh ummm get a uh coffee?
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Driving home late last night
No clue where I'm going
Turned off my headlights
Watched the bay leaves blowing
Tossed up a a handful of grass
See how far it could go
Felt the breeze under my back
Anywhere the wind blows
Signs are unnerving
Road gates are closing
You can't stay here
But you can keep moving
Know what's around you
Notice it pulling your feet
Is it the tides
Or is it what pulls them?
Vague satisfaction
Shapeshifting traction
Climbing a hill to get to a mountain
Feather suspended
Cradled in blustery waves
A sky full of air and
you can keep breathing
If your love's a lighthouse
Shimmering heat out
Then the strike of your match
Can keep your love glowing
Is it the cold, or am I just stalling?
Is it the wind, or am I just falling
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Stasis
05:28
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Santa Cruz (Way Out)
08:35
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Some last October
We were stumbling to the sound of the 4am waves
Our flashlights broken
That cool black water
Sent a shiver down your spine but the warm salty breeze made my chest feel open
Way out
Way out
If my thoughts could swim,
I'd be miles away
Your slide film photos are still taped up on my wall
but the blacks and the blues have all started fading
You told me the last time I was scattered in the wind
That the only thing static in air is that it's always changing
Way out
Way out
If my thoughts could swim,
I'd be miles away
Did you see me in the morning?
Did you catch me in the night?
Push your fingers past my tonsils and with my larynx vocalize
Each and everything you think that I should say
There are gaps inside your diction
Space between the words
Between everything you're saying
And what you wanted heard
Each and everything you think that I should say
Your anger's done
It's all used up
(Each and everything you think that I should say)
Your anger's done
It's all used up
(Each and everything you think that I should say)
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shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
03:04
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