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If You Let It
04:26
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Ooo-oo-hoo-oo-hoo, ooo-oo-hoo-oo-hoo
From a half sleep
slipping softly
‘hind my eyes an ancient longing
for the space with no location
But I can find the signal here
Lines are crossed of will and fear
It is ringing loud and clear
if you let it, if you let it
if you let it, if you let the
noise disappear
The noise disappear
From a moonbeam
I can’t hear you
or feel the limits you put
on yourself and those around you
You deserve more, you deserve more
But you can find that signal dear
Lines are crossed of will and fear
It is ringing loud and clear
if you let it, if you let it
if you let it, if you let the
noise disappear
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2. |
White Couches
05:04
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Where’d the ghost fly, where
Where’d the ghost fly
I know it’s so
How do you spend your time
How do you spend
I need to know
You must live in a clean space
You must live in
a clean space
I am not
much but a child
filthy and spoiled
But I can’t sit on your white couches tonight
Those angular seats will never be right
for my hips hold a pain
doesn’t match my age
and I might seem a mess
but I know how to treat myself
and a lover, and a lover, and a lover, ooo
Where do we go when we die
Do we stay here
Do we want to know
Will I know you in time
Will I know more
than I want to know
You must live in a nice home
You must work hard
for what you own
I am not
much but a child
filthy and spoiled
But I can’t sit on your white couches
I can’t sit on your white couches
I can’t sit on your white couches tonight
Those angular seats will never be right
for my hips hold a pain
doesn’t match my age
and I might seem a mess
but I know how to treat myself
How to treat myself
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3. |
Moxie
06:43
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Swing to me my love
Close your eyes and trust in me to lead
oooh safely from what you know
where I must leave you on your own
Self, self
Why must my moxie embitter your tongue
Experience made the one, who you love
I loved you too through the hauntings
Twice I watched as you left your body
Saw insects crawl from your lungs
They bit us both I itched you broke
I tended to your wounds
through and through and through
Through and through and through
But you could not give me what was mine
Had to claim my body and my mind
What I choose to do with them is fine
fine, fine, fine
Don’t let my moxie embitter your tongue
Be proud support those you love
I believe in you
through and through and through
Through and through and through
But you could not give me what was mine
Had to claim my body and my mind
What I choose to do with them is fine
fine, fine, fine
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4. |
Peach
03:27
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I am no peach
to be plucked from the
wing of a tree
ripened and ready
to be consumed by thee
Though I’ve fed you love respectively sweet
I plague the back of your tongue
with instinctual grief
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5. |
Spool
02:26
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This thread between us
I can’t wind to the
spool like the knots
caught around my toes
when my room falls apart
and I wind and break
until all
is given its place
You estranged man
come to visit in my sleep
No matter the story
I always receive
your warm embrace
when you’d bend your knees
to be closer to me
The best thing you ever gave
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6. |
Haha
04:37
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Blink of eyelids new room
Blink of eyelids new hue
Blink of eyelids new mood
Can I see the view from you
Speak to me
manage my mood
Hey where ya headed in my shoes
Wait for me I’m coming too
Ooo-oo-hoo-oo-hoo!
Dreaming, crying, laughing, dying
Dreaming, crying, laughing
Dreaming, crying
Laugh-laughing and dying
Hahaha!
Ooo, haha ha-ah ah, ooo
I’ve always known
I’ve always known
I’ve always known this view
Aural villages
Aural villages
Aural villages
I’ve always known this view
Aural villages of hue
Speak to me
manage my mood.
Hey where ya headed in my shoes
Wait for me I’m coming too
Ooooo-oo-hoo-oo-hoo!
Oo-hoo-oo-hoo!
Oo-hoo-oo-hoo!
New room each blink of eyelids
New hue each blink of eyelids
New mood each blink of eyelids
Can I see the view from you
Dreaming, crying, laughing
Dreaming, crying,
Laugh-laughing and dying
Hahaha!
Ooo, haha ha-ah ah
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7. |
Thelma
03:55
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Thelma with her hair of salt and pepper
used to rub my back
with her aged and crooked fingers
and how we miss her
and that spark that never left her
So many thoughts she had
in those last quiet years
of life, true love and her purpose here
Not a drop of fear to join her best friend
Such a shade of love hasn’t any end
She divided her things
with careful thought each year
Each belonging left
to sift
in its place of her intention
Well loved lists of who gets what
and some unnamed stuff to be shared
How Thelma cared
in all
her ways
Letters sent still arriving after
her final days
Thelma with her hair of salt and pepper
used to rub my back
with her aged and crooked fingers
and how we miss her
She’s part of me forever
ooo, ooo
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