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Grain to Grain
02:43
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Flounder Fed
03:07
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Getting better with the sun facing southern
I’ve aligned my position again
But she’s there like a star supernova
And I’m blinded from where I began
But here I am,
Flounder fed within the group dynamic where I find my inevitable end
Under the weather but my soul seeks better
Like a new tune for me and you
And it begins
Getting better with the one thing missing I’m alive with the vision again
And you’re there like a one tonne mega-bomb lighting up the way to my end
And there I am
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Piles of Days
02:33
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In a pile of leaves that fell from trees
We congregate with hands on rakes
And re-collect the consequence
of time and space upon our fates
With childish heart and grown-up hand
We circle round the autumn ground
From green to brown from green to brown
From veins that pump to dust that clumps
And all the days that led to now
Are piled upon what came and gone
What eyes shone bright what hands held tight
In piles of days, in piles of days
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Blue haired, jeans flared and askew
Laced-up boots make me love you
Pig-tailed, a fugue for the ages
Sundress that writes all the pages
Wide-eyed I follow behind you
In time with hips that are fine-tuned
Fat chance is odds I can warm to
Slim hands and cold shoulder tattoo
Long neck, a swan song to flatter
Small bones that home anti-matter
Immune, she glides through the ages
In time with my heart that races
Haiku she floats through the station
Eyes closed in deep meditation
My love, my love in vague dream
We’ve never been so we always will be
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Near and far, near and far, it takes you away, and there you are
Go by foot, go by car, look up and brave the signs in the stars
And know you know that directional pull
Can`t hold you down or keep you from the world
I could never be anything at the root other than me and you
And the axle holds us in place we’ll never float off into space
Till trees turn into ash and the ash takes shape
Till the shapes explode in a flash and the flash is everything
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The World's Fair
03:07
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Creta Kano
02:24
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I woke up this morning to a body in my bed
With back and hips like dunes of sand
Underneath the loose-leaf sheets, lines crisscrossed
the desert like a stark bikini tan
The folded hands beneath her cheek
Held her neck and shoulder firm
Against the rise and fall encaged
In ribs that surged and ebbed from curves
The neat triangle held her fixed
Within the soft coordinates
That plotted out her thighs and knees
Into the depths of my bed sheets
But when I closed the book to sleep
The sheets that held the figure eight
Sunk into a prairie land
Flat and dry devoid of weight
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Libertine
02:37
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I wanna live a life of devotion
every second of every prodigal day
High times that damage some major organs
Play like my time is retrograde
Don’t care if the palsy takes me as an old man
Fast time slow mind suits me just fine
Each night a gamble I take my spendthrift chance
Embrace the title of libertine
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Piles of Days
02:03
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