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Gemini
04:31
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There’s a woman in the corner claiming she is just the former one of me
And I am here just out of context
And this weight that I’ve been leaning and the persons I’m deceiving
And the food that I’ve been eating says I’m processed
And I can lack communication
I can lack coordination
Inside my awkward occupations like a fortress
And then she spits unto the ground
She says we’ll all just figure out
If she is me
If I am her
It’s just a process
And all the texts that I’ve avoided
All the persons I’ve annoyed
With all my flighty conversations
Out of contest
And the car keys I have locked inside
The dishes I have dropped beside
The useless things I’ve bought for someone’s profit
And there’s a woman in the corner
Claiming she is just the former one of me
And I am her just out of context
And then she kissed me on the mouth
She said we’ll all just figure out if she is me
If I am her
It’s just a process
And when I’ve gone too long without her
And I’m alone and I’m addicted to my phone
She cuts the cord she pulls the power
And makes me sit with my baggage
All the haggard things I didn’t want to feel
She peels me back like I’m her cabbage
And there’s a woman in the corner
Who makes me pull the fuck over
Just to stare at purple clover off the highway
And see the clover as a gift
A gift I almost missed
You know I finally begin to feel better
Time you know
Has its stones
You were a boulder then
You’re in my pocket now
Time you know
Has its stones
You were a ghost back then
I can see you now
I can honor you now
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2. |
Foxglove
02:40
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Tell me truly what is your dream?
Tell me truly, is it the city life?
When I take a foxglove
And I twirl it all around
And I feel next to you
On the fair ground
Oh daydream die slow
Oh daydream die slow
We grow tired over the days
We grow tired over and overthinking
When I take a foxglove
And I twirl it all around
And I feel next to you
On the bare ground
Oh daydream die slow
Oh daydream die slow
Oh daydream die slow
Die slow
Die slow
Die slow
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3. |
Seed of a Seed
02:44
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If we don't know better
If we don't know better
Well, did my parents know better?
No, but they tried
Cause we all need
A sense of lore sometimes
Like I need
A silent mind
In a consumer flood
And if I'm lucky
Maybe a glass of wine
And if I'm lucky
Maybe a hand next to mine
No
If we don't know
Better, no, will we try?
If I get lucky
Maybe a simple life
If I get lucky
Maybe some free time
No
If we don't know better
If we don't know better
Well, did my parents' parents know better better?
No, but they tried
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4. |
Mouth of a Flower
04:17
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The mouth of a flower
The hummingbird waits
Guarding his morsel
As he takes and he takes and he takes
The muscle underwater
The seagulls split
The tide running after
Cause it takes and it takes and it takes
And we take and we take
And we take and we take take take
The huckleberry climber
The soul of a log
Climbing the church walls
To the golden core
And the worry of a mother
The creaking of a gate
Do ghosts get hungry?
Cause they take and they take and they take
And we take and we take
And we take and we take take take
And the life of a father
King Solomon unlived
Lived out through his daughter
To the golden core
The muscle underwater
The algae in bloom
And what more could he offer?
What more to do?
The mouth of a flower
The hummingbird waits
Guarding her morsel
As she takes and she takes and she takes
And we take and we take and we take
And we take and we take and we take
And we take and we take and we take
And we take and we take take take
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5. |
Spit in the Sink
02:23
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Something’s telling me you can’t be alone
While Bobby’s kicking around his rolling stone
Spit in the sink defines our lovers
Better than me to decide what’s better
Cause everyone around me is getting tired
And everyone around me is trying to write
Spit in the sink defines our lovers
Better than me to decide what’s better
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6. |
Redwoods (Anxious God)
04:42
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My god, my ancient god
Well, I couldn’t believe what the water had told me
That man and plant had used to talk
Man, I’d do anything to hear the Redwoods talk
And my god, my ancient God
Well, I couldn’t believe what the walnut tree and nettle leaf told me
That man and bird had used to sing
Well, now the only man here’s cell phone ring ring rings
Hands on hips
Hummingbird clicks of Louis
Just trying to relay
“Can a soul be saved
By just moving to the forest with no skillset?”
Well, not yet
But my god, my ancient god
Well, I couldn’t believe what the pebble in the little brown stream had told me
That humankind is getting lost
Not even little bugs want to talk with us, us, us
Hands on hips
Hummingbird clicks of Louis
Just trying to relay
“Can a soul be saved
By just moving to the forest with no skillset?”
I wanna bet you
Cause my god, my ancient God
Well, I couldn’t believe what the day had shown me
But you dragged me home before it got dark
Man, I’d do anything to hear the Redwoods talk
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7. |
Ayan's Song
03:17
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Step inside the edge of my car
Open the door, there is the hallway
And when you step inside, no one will catch you
Open the blinds, no one’s around you
But oh how sweet is the daylight
When no one is around
You take the soft road
And you face the world like
Someone is asking you to grow
But oh how sweet is the daylight
When no one is around
You take the soft road
And you face the world like
Someone is asking you to grow
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8. |
Sorry Fahey
03:41
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You don’t even notice
Maybe to be an adult
To know your body keeps score
Is when you start to appreciate
Start to really appreciate
Your old bed
Your old couch
Your old black cat
Whose an asshole
Your own waistline
The ol’ coastline
And the kettle
Making you tea
Ginger
You don’t mind it
Maybe you never find it
But then
Sometimes, somewhere
It starts to make sense
Maybe to be an adult
To know your body keeps score
Is when you start to appreciate
Start to really appreciate
That you could call your Pa
Or a friend
And not bail on
The thing next Tuesday
Cause it’s a new day
It’s an offering
It’s a kettle
Making you tea
Ginger
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9. |
Jerry's Song
03:15
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You are true blue
You’re the sweet dew
And you're the gifts that your mother had wished of you
And you stand as the only man to laugh at Poseidon
You are limestone
I am clay
I’ll break you down far more though either way
And now we stand on the finest sands
On the coast of Ireland
Where I’d watch you die again
Die again, die again, die again
Were we troubadours
Stuck in traffic
Twenty-one thousand miles we put in the basket
And to drive across divided America while still splitting a sandwich
You are limestone
I am clay
I’ll break you down far more though either way
From the ghost of Montreal
And the murderer in Belfast
We’d watch the wave crest
And dry again, try again, try again
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10. |
Swoop
03:49
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Once
Once that the chain it has broke
It rises and falls
Brave
Brave was the girl who moved from Hong Kong
For her voice was returning
The mind begins burning to know
What’s beyond today
Cause there’s an artistry to going away
Plump
Plump was the child she would grow
And a know-it-all it’s true
Strange
Strange from the times we would know
As the cell phone
Well, don’t tempt me with longing
Don’t tempt me with marketing
I won’t buy it today
Cause there’s an artistry in the day to day to day to day
Swoop
Swoop go the swallows above
My grandmother’s grave
Sweet
Sweet is the peace that I feel
In the North Plains
For the soil is returning
My mind begins burning to know what’s beyond today
Is there an artistry to feeling this way?
Is there an artistry in the day to day to day to day?
And there’s an artistry to going away
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Haley Heynderickx Portland, Oregon
Sings a little, cries a bittle, loves to whittle always fiddles.
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