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Wander
04:49
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Streets full of nobody else
No one to start me spinning again
Strike a match and sing to myself
Draw up a smoke screen to silence my friends
Breathing just to feel myself breathe
Without gas mask or filter the toxins creep in
Waiting for my senses to leave me
Alone with the senseless creature
Inside of my skin
This is why I wander
But this time my heart stutters
And I wonder
When I'll find a home
Not lost I could never get lost
In this city my home pulls like a black hole
I notice all these lines getting crossed
While my compass still points to the pole
You travelers have a direction to go
When the morning is here you'll all be gone
All I can do is move along slowly
Each step homeward heaves and is hard-won
And I stumble on
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2. |
Bronson
04:26
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Maybe it's money
Maybe it's people
Maybe it's weather
Maybe it's media
Maybe it's paper
Maybe it's talking
Maybe it's nature
Maybe it's god
Maybe it's chemicals
Just chemicals
Maybe it's ethanol
Maybe it's nicotine
Maybe it's zoloft
Maybe it's dopamine
Maybe it's chemicals
Just chemicals
Maybe it's nothing
It's nothing
Maybe it's nothing
It's nothing
I can be charismatic
I am a symbol
I can tattoo my forearms
I am a brushstroke
I can scrape off the excess
Under a scalpel
I travel the decades
A tapering line
I can have convictions
I am a convict
I can scale a rooftop
Like San Juan Hill
I can work off the excess
Pacing in circles
I can put on my makeup
But not change my mind
I am not a body
Nor even a mind
And maybe it's nothing
It's nothing
It's nothing
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3. |
The Wheel
03:05
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He held my hand when I died
He told me all I could ask
The politician bleats so blind
With his hardhat on rotating in a circle
Give me some rosacea
Nicotine to stain you
Boys on the altar waiting to be crushed
And as he takes the stage I'm gone
Oh what the hell is all this
And is it in the way he calls your name
Or is it in the way he prays for rain
The wheel is turning now
It's really turning now
He laid his hands upon me
He took ahold of my life
The terror and the old blood screech
When you mix those colors
Something's gonna happen
I don't wanna see it
I don't wanna know it
I spasm on the floor
And wait for it to end
And as he throws his crutches down
Eleven thousand knees bent
Let them know you're coming
And is it in the way he calls your name
Or is it in the way he makes you pray
The wheel is turning now
It's really turning now
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Don't forget don't forget
Don't forget my tortillas
They're the most important part of the burrito
Don't forget my pinto beans
Black beans don't agree with me
Don't forget my cilantro
I like it I don't have that genetic mutation
That makes it taste like soap
Oh I like carnitas
I like all the meats if I'm honest
I come here every day
I like Chipotle
Cos one day I lost my mom here
I come back hoping that I'll find her
Behind the counter
Or filling a drink at the fountain
The fountain of life
I like
I love Chipotle
And I love you
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5. |
April
04:01
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Expecting different results counts as insanity
But every time I try again the effect grows weak
And as the snow melts
It becomes way to warm to walk
Try the same joke twice and you laugh both times
Because our memories wear in the same old lines
Until neither of us sees the point
In trying to talk
And when your silence fell
Like an icicle
That can't hold onto the roof
I thought it might be a good idea
Though difficult
To let silence be the truth
For now quiet must do
And when the springtime brought some humidity
We planted seeds in a line like the melody
That we hummed to ourselves in our
Separate secret haunts
And when they sprouted it became code for us
That the love that we shared was enough to trust
That the rest of us was exactly what we thought
And when your silence fell
Like an icicle
That can't hold onto the roof
I thought it might be a good idea
Though difficult
To let silence be the truth
For now quiet must
Carry the meaning
That we emptied from our lives together
And I pray whatever we rebuild
Hot or cold
Can survive the weather
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