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Lighthouse Blues
02:17
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Cardboard mountains where the children play
In the heaps of labor people stowed away
Within walls of marble that abide all the fruits
Of the cardboard people and their cardboard
Saints
I don’t know what to do with all these “Saints”
But throw them in the ocean that I drank
Out of my palms, oh God! I drink!
The wisdom of a child fills my veins
Let’s go sailing!
Cardboard galleys where Phoenecian Seafaring
Peoples bathed in olives under cardboard planes
With beaks of bone dropping stones on the heads
The Hapless down below, doing hapless things
“Things”
I don’t know what to do with all these “Things”
But throw them in the ocean that I drank
Out of my palms, oh God! I drink!
The wisdom of a child fills my veins
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Keep Quiet!
04:46
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Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Keep--keep--keep
I’ve got a sound in my throat
Ready to come out
I’ve got to tell him, “No! No! No!”
But he’s breaking it all down
That sound!
I had a sound in my throat!
He just bubbled out
I think he went home
Eloped out of town
That sound!!
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
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I can see all of me in your mouth
Cartwheeling among the cattle and the constellations
You spat out my legs and logarithms
Until my gravity expanded me to the walls of your cheeks
Who needs legs?
We can see you in the hues of a raincloud
Conducting the mountains again and against the movement of the mantle
Your child's laugh carries me over sand and under sea
Who needs legs?
Lord Krishna
Make me a stepping stone
On the way to Rati's thrown
So she can step on my nose
And I can eat from her lover's toes
Up to their thigh bones
So I can grow big and tall
Until I'm practically a wall
I bet she'll love me then
And laugh out loud at what I am
and what I've become
Who needs legs?
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4. |
Voyager
01:47
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WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!
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Hostess with the Mostess
03:50
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Love me, loving you
Hold me, while I’m holding you
Our fingers take root
I’m growing
foliage inside of you
Cherish all you’re carrying
My children’s children’s offspring
Bless that womb like i told you to do
and a new world will burst forth, right out of you
Be Mine
Be my tree, my hive
Be my one of many
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I’m Heaven’s pup, they’re Peter’s clowns, and
these molten roads, they ripple over submerged town-ships.
They’ve got a cough, he can’t denounce it, but
Those throaty hymnals heap the hunger from his gullet
The sun drowned in dreams of amber
His Father lived underneath our floorboards wedged in the wood-rot
We caved in, eaten by earthquakes
I asked a stone if he had known why the plates shifted.
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7. |
Black Hole Waltz
09:58
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Klonopin
02:40
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"In sleeping I could fly
Like a breeze born leaf I'd float
Through sea of sky and body boat
Gravity grants dreamer's grace
to hover happily in space"
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Tooantuh Austin, Texas
Storyteller that owns 2 and a half guitars
No label/not really seeking one
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