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Aquarius [Demo]
04:10
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Aquarius
you bear the world upon your shoulders
you pick your battles in the dictionary
and live for autumn's nostalgia
Aquarius
life is an airport grand
but all you notice is the sovereign hand
you fight the fat cats with little rants
while this election's mail degrades into earth
do you wish to be a ghost?
do you value what you miss most?
oh dear, look what you've done
you've made your mother cry
Aquarius
you bear the world upon your shoulders
you find your lover in the dictionary
your Mary quite uncaring in February snow
do you wish to be a ghost?
do you value what you miss most?
oh dear, look what you've done
you've made your lover cry
put your mind through an autoclave
credits
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driving down the highway, wondering if I’d see you somewhere passing by
the shades of black skidded tires show themselves as I put these fears aside
taking chances: I can’t take any chances with the sounds I hear
wish I could say I’m sorry for the news I gave which hurt us this year
I queried if you’d say that every thought I had was a mistake
I have no need for the fancy colors schemes of fall if you’re not there
they tell me there’s a law that I must cut the ties for good, but I don’t care
the trees speak peace that the monarchy of everyday life takes away
they ask, “where are you going? where have you traveled, today?”
and they’re all alike, but as for me, I’m not one to steal your life so easily
driving towards the city, wondering if this drive is just a waste of Saturday
if I see you somewhere along the way, that’s nice, but I know we’re done, anyway
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3. |
Cherry Blossom [Demo]
04:54
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spring
Carnegie Hall
Ave Maria
and Rachmaninoff
treks
through Central Park
under the guard
of angels as row boats send their regards
I never saw the cherry blossoms fall
but we’ve roamed the High Line along Chelsea
and now it’s our
waltz
on the mosaic
our love was planted in Strawberry Fields
cherry blossom, fall into my hand
memories
constructed with candle wax
which flame will last?
which will hold us past
the droplets of rain,
like kisses of acid?
this effulgence is placid
and infinite now
cherry blossom, fall into my hand
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4. |
Fast Fashion [Demo]
03:25
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first world problems all I see
walking past the ivy made of silky ivory
taste the perfume from the air
the only real identity we wear
and it ripped so fast
hanging our hearts from the garment racks
but we’re made of it, I guess
every phony fabric in which we dress
be a bird on a wire if you like
or just swim in the gutter with the sharks
as long as it comes in a shopping bag
or from a credit card
and it ripped so fast
hanging our hearts from the garment racks
but we’re made of it, I guess
every phony fabric in which we dress
will you wear it for your lover
this cotton picked in summer?
the receipts in fall
they grow awfully long
will you wear it in love?
will you wear it in hate
until your loved ones can’t relate?
will you shed it too late?
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5. |
A Wiser Way [Demo]
05:11
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I could sit and watch you here all day
study the sciences of you until it shows why
you insist on a wiser way to die
a crooked heart will appear much content
but hold it under an MRI and you will see
it’s hiding beneath what it would rather be
and we’re all crazy sometimes
so don’t you mind
all the little things in your life
don’t you hold it in
when you should let the next chapter begin
can you release all the fear inside?
I know you’re thinking about the times he damaged you
so don’t give in
why don’t you just try letting me in?
and we all want pain sometimes
so don’t you mind
all the little things in your life
don’t you hold it in
when you should let the Allemande begin
and we’re all crazy sometimes
so don’t you mind
all the little things in your life
don’t you hold it in
when you should let the rapture begin
let it all sink in
let the monologue begin
let the dissonance fall
where it wants to resolve
let the darkness take you in
so you’ll come out
anima, skinned
and the tempest makes way
it will work out someday....
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6. |
Adagio for Stings [Demo]
03:52
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teach me how to break the mold
of an elder man in a younger role
“you’re better than this”
you said, which I dismissed
Foreshadowed is tomorrow’s sun
which I delayed with cola and rum
punch-drunk with shame
I reached down and
touched the earth, where I paid
homage to her pain. but I
used that pain for fame, thrust my
other friends away, took a
drag from her smoke. in the
fumes of it, I laid
an adagio for stings
a child prays for a friend on his knees
lo and behold, the
looking-glass bowl with the candlelit soul he
perceives
must have been an impuissant soul
on my birthday, 22 years old
siphoned rashness into my veins
pictured her there, hospital gowned
eternally woken, tattered rufous crown
head over heels
should I take the tonsure now that she’s
gone for good?
I know what you would say, “thieve
just without the take. take those
idols off your walls; they only
decorate your shame”
a sad scene bleeds true, when she
pushes me away, it pushes me from you
maybe that’s why decent men lose?
so before I lie
see if she took someone strange tonight. she was
born to be brave, and I
was born to remain with
an indebted heart that behaves
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7. |
Redemption [Demo]
03:46
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8. |
Shelter Me [Live]
03:34
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there is no astral shine
from a makeshift prison cell
grandchild of hikikomori, just as
naïve as before
you shelter me from yourself, a
mourner who’s living out
their final days
I know it seems backhanded advice, since our
histories say otherwise, but I
don’t need a warden to choose what our
amity is drifting towards. I
know shackles grind to the bone in a
blood-red halo
I’ve been cut off from you, the
drug overdosed on one
December. we both
speak of the past as
if it defines who we
are now, but it
doesn’t. no it won’t
you protect me from yourself, a
misanthrope departed
there is no astral shine
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driving down the highway, wondering if I’d see you somewhere passing by
the shades of black skidded tires show themselves as I put these fears aside
taking chances: I can’t take any chances with the sounds I hear
wish I could say I’m sorry for the news I gave which hurt us this year
I queried if you’d say that every thought I had was a mistake
I have no need for the fancy colors schemes of fall if you’re not there
they tell me there’s a law that I must cut the ties for good, but I don’t care
the trees speak peace that the monarchy of everyday life takes away
they ask, “where are you going? where have you traveled, today?”
and they’re all alike, but as for me, I’m not one to steal your life so easily
driving towards the city, wondering if this drive is just a waste of Saturday
if I see you somewhere along the way, that’s nice, but I know we’re done, anyway
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10. |
October [Demo]
06:02
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