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Demeter
04:54
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Sleeping playground swings remember you
with rusty bones and smiles a fallen blue,
come September
Sweeping panes, the yellow maple leaves
end one more bored cicada symphony,
some surrender...
but
Demmie, don't turn the lights off
No never turn the lights off,
And I'll never go away
Don't turn the lights off
Never enough (goddamn) time
Leaves so fast, I hear the color changing,
seeping past, your veins in somber splay
in dead October
Free at last, you 'll find a tender bed
Above other falls and all the walls we said
ever over. (Over...)
Demmie, don't turn the lights off
No never turn the lights off,
And I'll never go away
Don't turn the lights off
Never enough (goddamn) time
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2. |
Outer Blanks
04:45
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Too late, Outer Banks
just another way to fear a wake,
Whirleds away never meant to be debated
Tonight turned it off
white, illusorily soft
This side waits, their side prays to be fated
Two lanes, two loves and a yellow faded line
ambiguously seeding sumwards,
some words sung
Two days out of bangs
and your name is still too hard to say
worlds away 'til my baby's at peace state
you tuned out for a break
static singing in your place
Your side plays, my side stays medicated
Too late
two loves in a complicated line
ambiguously searing some burns
Sunburns stung.
Some stung.
Some centered sons will saunter on,
cinders on the waterlogged
but these sinner's lungs will alter calls and
summer songs with some words gone.
Summer's sung with some words flipped
Filling blanks and floating wrongs
We'll lift our hands and sync our -ships
in summary morse 'til summer's gone.
Some are songs with some words gone
sing summer songs when summer's gone
Some are sung with some words gone
Sum or sung when someone's gone
...
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Cursor
blinking white
Knob Hill not-so-fasts gonna
keep you in the good black
for the long run, least tonight.
Curse your
picking fights
pop-pill hostile tracks wanna
leak through all the crud like
feathers fall from feasts in flight.
When the whitewash wall starts its flaking
and you see the shape that this monster's taking
Wave the knife, chop off parts of my snake skin
'cause you see the way that this monsters taking,
moving underneath.
If I call it out all the way from here,
can Carolina hear its name over the thunderous passing of everything?
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4. |
Flight Control
03:01
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Little airplane head
you've seen it all fade out
in brittle jet stream thoughts
I can see your ciphers now
hailing a ground ground up
'cause I've seen how the mighty
free up filling skies.
Searching where no fossils called,
those silver walls still fall
to the valleys blinking through our guilty fog
Come down, little airplane head
You wanna see it all
but who will check a phantom path's glow?
Who will track a shrinking shadow?
Who's gonna believe what they've only seen from beneath?
Who's gonna be there after your hair and teeth?
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5. |
Dear Desolate
03:42
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If future versions ever ask, I was a runaway.
I was the last of the sane before the jailbreak.
With a list of words to hear you say on the wailing wall
where I tallied the days before the rainfall.
I want to cloud
transform a cirrus on your tongue 'til storms are imminent.
Imminent givers, losers, givers...
Dry those pestilent tears, my desolate dear.
When parts of me are giving way, I'll hear the palest laughter
from the summer before we all moved faster.
It's hardest now to see those leaves, how on a quickening breeze
they whispered warnings in paper love, green envy.
I want to cloud,
transform a cirrus on your tongue 'til storms are imminent.
Imminent givers? Losers?
I want a sound.
How can I sear it on my lungs 'til their forms are infinite?
Infinite givers, losers, givers, losers
Dry those pestilent tears, my desolate dears.
Let me know you're emptied out
and dry those pestilent tears, my desolate dear.
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