1. |
summer of hands
03:14
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When I still like it,
standing on the wall.
Sowing from the colors of the Sun,
a gift to it
Then I saw my arm
hanging from a picture,
standing on the wall;
Its not the first time
I turn my head (as its) slipping away
I still like it in the summer of hands
Outside the fuse box theres a light burning red
When I still like it,
words are falling from my mouth,
light the fuse in my life
and burn it out
My eyes are in my head but
Im looking at the trees;
Swimming in the Ozone,
breathing in the air
I shut my breath,
I turn my head;
Theres an absence of air outside
Its slipping away
I still like it in the summer hands
Outside the fuse box theres a light burning red
Outside the Summer
Its the sun and sand
And I still like it in the summer of hands
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2. |
love
03:40
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All the leaves are floating together all the time;
And I float like a collar in the brine
The never thoughts how they fall un should
(the feeling is not far)
Something to feed the ordinary
Everything changes and the midnight day (end) begins
Outside of chasms, in line with the simmering Sun
(But) How tame can love be?
The never thoughts how they fall un should
(the feeling isn't far)
Something to feed the ordinary
Ordinary world
(feeling in your heart)
The leaves they fall
Within a midnight love, they fall
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3. |
human now
02:39
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Catching on
And I'm moving it on
Theres a fusion in the road
theres a monkey on my back
Its alright to feel strange
air, washing the vast hole
Watching the rain falling in a circle
The sides have fallen in far
The time alive is far around and far
Arrival of the hours
Its alright to feel strange
Just a human on the avenue
just a monkey on my back
Theres a monkey on my back
A smile in the glass
And I saw the future;
Night, pretty and cold
Dislove in a hole,
Resolving to a void
Alive is far around and far
With the sunshine on my back
Its alright to feel strange
Just a human on the avenue
Just a human on the eighth day
Its alright to feel strange
Are you human?
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4. |
Maggies bind
04:18
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When the light came down;
Reflecting like the moons eye ringing in sine
Projected by a tunnel
Maggies in a bind
I can hear her call call;
Maggies in a bind
(Its alright to shine)
Maggies in a bind
Its not to be like others
Looking in the mirror
Now she's laughing at her face
(laugh at her face)
Crimson leather boots on
She's going to build an army
(going to annex)
Binding the truth
Now she's laughing at the air
Maggies in a bind
I can hear her call (call)
Maggies in a bind
I can hear her footsteps coming down the stairs
Maggies in a bind
I can hear her laughter
Maggies in a bind
(Its alright to shine)
Maggies in a bind;
Its not to be like others
Looking in the mirror
Now she's laughing at her face
She's binding the truth,
she's laughing at the air
(fabric that she wears)
the exodus of space
the existential time tie
(Its alright to go there)
Maggies in a bind;
It happens al the time
(just go around her)
The emptiness of time
Antagonistic night
(just look around you)
She paints the fabric in a picture
Of never ending colors
Maggies in a bind;
Leaving the facade
Its alright that no one knows you
Its alright, open the sky and shine through
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Blue Ocean Oakland, California
"Fertile State" available for preorder via Slumberland Records
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