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Water Wings
03:40
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I drew a few steps on the first street,
Jumped to a store locals named Million Ways To Fuck It Up.
It Seems we all wish to sell ourselves to a million offers.
Dozen letters in my pocket, from people I respect, and no way to write back: Return to sender, Attention not found.
Confusing loneliness for freedom, solitude for a serum, and complaints for poetry, I fell, I failed.
I betrayed the kid I kept safe from all counterfeit hopes and all the snakes we swallow.
An aisle of silicon hands to shake and crush your throat.
Where do we go from here ?
Water wings sell like balloon shaped hopes.
Where do we go from here ?
A burden is a burden to the burdened.
They’d sell the limbless a course on how to sink with elegancy.
I took it back to the street, bought whatever they had, thought I should write down my dreams, A notebook by the bed In case I’m lucky tonight. Fantasized on how to beat regret. I’ll eventually crack it but you know me, I’ll just forget. And I almost find sleep. Pressing my eyes, watching colors, Summer for cold feet. Stains and tunnels, abstraction bores me, here no museums are free.
I don’t want to be young.
I don’t want to be old enough to remember all the things I projected but never touched in fear of ruining dreams I don’t possess.
And these are dreams that I’ll never forgive.
Water wings of lead, they are dreams that I’ll never forgive.
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2. |
Daltonians
02:23
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3. |
Confettis
03:17
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Noah
06:37
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There's a road leading into darkness.
It's got a rhythm that no one can clap to.
You think you're free until you answer the call and all the claps of some fools just cover it up.
Come with me.
You're the dentist with no front teeth telling me how to smile, how to brush it hard and how to hide my insides.
A black hole with a tongue and much pride, you're a monster and you think you just offer enough. Come with me.
Would you just come with me and see ?
How all love is meant to disappear on a road paved with laments.
Shredded bodies on shredded bodies, dead bodies on both sides.
And in the silence you hear the screams of all the true heroes who are done suffering for us.
Come with me.
We all lose a reason to smile when we take that one hike, to the top of the hill and down to the depth to the valley of the vile.
You think you'll fix it with money ?
Come with me.
Wouldn't we know about the hidden costs this road would be paved for us to dance.
And if we are too shy to dare there'd always be that one hand waving its money.
Please, come with me.
Cause I'm not sure we should dance.
The more we walk, the more it rains stories about a deluge above our heads.
How ridiculous we look, here, clapping our hands as the waters rise.
Piled up clothes of those we lost, frail barricades for frail fates.
They are candies inside the jaws sculpted on godly waves.
You say we'd be free with the money.
Fold your paper into an ark.
Godspeed Noah, I'm so glad you'll finally sink.
For there's no way out from here.
From a circle of pain to a circle of doubt to a circle of shame.
First monuments of water hide the sun, then they break and hit.
And they'll take us all Where oxygen runs dry and gold won't buy room for any of us.
You think you'll fix it with money, the will to give up and the big hole inside our chests ?
I don't know how you dance but it looks romantic somehow.
The mesmerizing defense of what is left of our smiles.
I don't know how you dance but it looks romantic somehow.
Two bodies under the rain maybe kissing for the very last time.
It sounds romantic somehow, echoes inside my brain murmuring again and again: You should have taken the money, you fool.
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Cathedrals
03:12
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How many years since I last saw you, the innocence in my closet ?
It doesn't mean more since you are gone.
Keep watching: I failed you at shining, I failed you at breathing, I failed you at growing alone.
Fuck your purity.
You still punish me with a smile.
Hundred nails on your casket and you still punish me with a smile.
Always learn.
On the wrong side of the beam, a bunch of rafters to unravel.
The carpenters of the unseen destroying frameworks of evil.
Always burn it all to the ground When it speaks in tongues of faith and rust.
We're cathedrals in flames, we're cathedrals of dust.
When I fight for myself I can fight for us.
You punished me with a smile.
I once was your slave, once your lover, once a fraud, once your mirror.
A smile to hide the insides, as if our insides had limits.
I'm drooling, I'm sweating, I'm pissing, I'm shitting my feelings on green carpets of love In your Eden of teeth.
It's our garden now, I see no forbidden fruit.
It's our garden now, I see no necks under your boots.
I'll feel at home again.
Millions of hands craft the gates of a world to change.
Under silver wings, angels of abandon still dancing. They dance and they'll never stop.
We'll live of all the things we don't know we ignore. The angels of abandon, they'll be waiting some more.
Fight for us.
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Nympheas
03:24
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To you, lover, growing flowers on plexiglas.
Your misspelled name in the papers folded a crown for their savior.
Burn the king and blaze your heart for us all.
There was a crack, there was a hole in the window and all that danced was the dust.
The dust and the feeling of abandon.
You are the dancers in sunlight, the waltz of one million sparks.
You are the sound of the choir Singing the days ahead, rising on peculiar lust.
I want to sing by your side, I want to burn this world down.
All older romances claimed dibs on the truth.
But nothing they say means a thing to you.
Like a whole bunch of exes, they chant "you’d better not forget".
You run, you run, you run, you run.
No wonder why you feel so fucked up sometimes.
You’re chasing bright colors over dirty blues, singing praises to everyone but you.
There was a crack, there was a hole in the window and all I possessed was the dust.
And they put a price on its beauty.
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7. |
Grisaille
03:23
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8. |
Trompe L'oeil
06:04
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9. |
Rodin
03:05
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10. |
Winter, Yet
03:02
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11. |
Secession
04:47
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