1. |
What Now?
03:03
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There's a flare underwater
and a ship in the dirt
from inside, it's autumn
now the hills can rust where the candle burns
I can be true, oh no
something new for nothing else
face on his pillow
with his dream overhead
only knows silence
but he hopes someday to speak instead
I can be true, oh no
Something new for nothing else
A woman glowing white turned away and left me to bleed
Starbright won't haunt me again
Starbright won't haunt me again
Starbright, won't you haunt me again?
I can be true, oh no
Something new for nothing else
Soon...
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2. |
An Author's Pipe
03:02
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I run to jump the gun
The mother knew the son so dear
cause everything here can be anything you want
opportunity knocks unseen
kept pretty in a junkyard dream
everything here can be anything you want
ride off with the rays of the sun
sped up in the evening glow
the pull of the moon
on the bay
yeah, everybody better savor the day
she'll nest in an author's grief
a static hiss, a dark room heat
everything here can be anything you want
twisting higher and higher
A wreath around his pipe, while he writes
cause everything here can be anything he wants
ride off with the rays of the sun
sped up in the evening glow
the pull of the moon
on the bay
everybody better savor the day
everybody better savor the day
everybody better savor the day
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3. |
Starstruck
03:40
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i hold the sun with a starstruck glow
seraphs left me with melted snow
and fell to mill
my leaves will fill their rakes and freeze in their beds
I unwound in the melted shade
blown to hell by a painter's rage
To how and why, the wind will sigh and lift me over and over again
lay me down in your memory
left blind in the light of your energy
unchristened, he left for the carrion crows
the trinkets danced on my fingertips
and my palm held a flying fish
gone upstream, but not to me between the trills of its furious wake
lay me down in your memory
left blind in the light of your energy
From kicking the lantern, to tasting the burn...
It holds me closer
i hold the sun with a starstruck glow
i hold the sun with a starstruck glow
i hold the sun with a starstruck glow
i hold the sun with a starstruck glow
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4. |
The Immortal Light
02:22
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5. |
Mobiles of the Galaxy
04:17
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dying made a butterfly
once in a lullaby
further away is closer today
through the noonday canopy
sunlit to you is shadow to me
but we’re wide as a memory
her laughter tended not to float
from the fields abandoned, it drones
cure me of fate oh cradle of faith
your love is motherly
sunup to you is nothing to me
but the blood moon hovering
I blur the granite grin
(heal me) to symphonize lobotomies
and throw a fit
my dress stitched full
of bullet holes
bleeding doubloon gold
from the limelight painted blue
but someday might rest between
the unknowns and mysteries
of light beings unnamed
their days may kiss to cope
and sky towards heaven's hopes
my nesting place of skies
once through the pyramid’s eye
further away is closer today
peace, love, and empathy
further away is closer today
peace, love, and empathy
further away is closer today
peace, love, and empathy
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6. |
Yellow Teeth
02:20
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I got teeth behind my eyes that tear the flesh from what is sacred
in my dreams, I never die
and if I do I just awaken
Got a love that leaves me shaking
oh oh oh
Got a nest in my chest for the dreams of sleeping beauty
slow my heart
be my rest from the riots and the looting
got a pain that's sharp and shooting
oh oh oh
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8. |
Hand of the Mysteries
03:21
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i hold the scythe with a starstruck glow
now my daisies blow the coals
seraphs left me with melted snow
and a mountain of collared cloaks
she unwound in the blackened shade
but the monarch sped the pace
I’m a fetch from the poisoned well
that left its essence somewhere else
so very pleased to meet you, I’m the widower’s wife
the siren’s breaking in
and i don’t care what with
silence is the man that wears the wind like a wreath
where one won’t hurt
the trinkets danced on my fingertips
and my palm held a flying fish
but every ray stained my autumn woods
and shut the crickets up for good
Nothing left to do but fan the lanterns that lead
the siren’s breaking in
and i don’t care what with
silence is the man that pours my drink at the bar
but one won’t hurt
No one won't hurt
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9. |
Artist Unknown
03:16
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rose red
behind bell of glass
that may lift their breath
a waltz to blind
refracted light from underwater, artist unknown is her cry
sky blue
shut eyes of fire, that may wake the room
Starry palms
rain-soaked heart
scarlet actress plays a poisoned part
a shadow man, frozen to the wall
a stumble and he starts to fall!
now cartoon bluebirds swarm his brain
dove white
unwind this world of ball and twine
you’re a butterfly growing in reverse
over the rainbow with nowhere to climb but back down
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10. |
Choir of Sighs
03:19
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The dust of the moon blew into my room of seven suns
Where the walk had been chalked with a saunter that helms to above
You're my bel esprit
Forever faithfully
your sun will never die
from heaven's hill at night
I miss you when you're near
from anywhere but here
With the laughter of a dove through hue and cry
You're a choir of sighs
The quartet rehearsed
(Dust of the moon)
from the Hollywood hearse hitching north
(Blew room to room)
(My seven suns of days unspun)
An asylum of loons hums
(Walk had been chalked)
The ferryman's tune from the wharf
(Tear fall, rain drop)
(curse reeled me in from somewhere)
Somewhere, you're my holy three
Forever faithfully
your sun will never die
From heaven's hill at night
I miss you when you're near
from anywhere but here
where the Fountain's Abbey buzzes with static sighs
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11. |
Backdrops
03:11
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You are the ghost in the trees
gone west to hover the fields
blowing out the constellations with a forever sigh
I'll be there to fall backwards
backwards
backwards on my own time
backwards for words on my own time
Your warmth seeps in on my soul
and sweeps the dust of vulture's arrows
the communion of old and of new
in a life to be
I'll be there to sketch the backdrop
the backdrop
the backdrop of heaven and hell
the backdrop of heaven and hell
of heaven and hell
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12. |
Remains
03:53
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The situation is how you made it
I knew these shores were never sacred
In her lungs, a dense black dust settles
The picture’s only how you paint it
I knew your heart was never sacred
Youth's disease in its advanced stages
How you’ve grown so alone with your own remains
We’ll soak in the sun and teach the sages
I knew your arms were never sacred
In my dreams, I’m made of nines
How you’ve grown so alone with your own remains
How you’ve grown so alone
She dug up my remains
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