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circle A
03:50
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in my dreams theres no authority
no cops, no gods, or state
and in my own imagination
theres no law, no boundaries or fate
theres free will no boundaries or hate
theres freedom, no push or shove
just the drive to relate
and I take my time and wonder
restless and alone
and I drink my wine
and wander recklessly on my own
cause when im by myself clarity dawns
in ways that I can share
and the loneliness forges me into
a person that can care
and every once in a while
I come together with people that I meet
and our reality starts to flood
with our collective dreams
and the world cannot touch us
with its madness, wars, and greed
cause we are safe in eachothers lives
with a common kinship and need
and we talk for hours in a transient blink
and then there is a synergy as life comes to sync
as we drink our 40s and drink our tea
and remember to forget
all the truths that are illusions
that make us feel alone
and all the lies our culture has told us
that alienate our self from our own
in my dreams theres no authority
no cops, no gods, or state
in my imagination
theres no laws, no boundries or fate
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2. |
mysteries
02:40
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well i like thinking of mysteries
and the unknown
and all the possibilities that it holds
thats my problem with reality
its quantify-able
and how do you quantify the intangible
how do you measure quality of love and ethics
and also dreams?
oh no one really knows
and mysteries they abound in evidence that can confound
oh, wahhh ohhh
mysteries make me feel small in the universe
as we spin around this great big ball before
we reach our hearses
and i like talking to good friends of what they feel and think
but in the end its all abstract
and thats a confusing kink
theres mysteries all around
theyre in the worth of these sounds-
ohhh wahhhh ohhh
and theyre in the breath of life
and in the question why oh why
oh why?
and i spend many days a-wandering
of who, what, where, and how weve been
floating around this galaxy and spinning round the sun
and whats in the future for everyone
some people like to say hey que sera
sum it up in a cest la vie
and call it hooplaha
but me, i think socratically, im insatiable
and i like exploring reality through the theoretical
and i like to sit and dream think of what it all means
oh oh ohhhh
and i like to try and put in words everything that cant be heard
oh the ineffable
cause mysteries can hold all the monsters in the dark
the secret of the spark
of the human heart
mysteries can hold all the boundless truths
illusions uncouth
and existence's roots
so i like thinking of mysteries
and the unknown
and all the possibilities
that it holds
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civilization is a machine that runs on dreams
a labyrinth of minds and memes
a game to keep the masses on a string in the scene
thats built out of the masters scheme
take my hand lets go
shatter illusions
we dont need a life
built on a delusion
the whole worlds changing
indeed its always moving
as its pulse is raging
with evolution
all its wires, electric it grows
a culture thats mired
in technologic throws
times are a changin
all our moments are just a phase
as the worlds turning into an exponential race
to establish western imperial grace
that we cannot contain
that we cannot contain
that we cannot sustain
x2
take my hand lets go
into the future
givve up our roles as
unconscious consumerss
in this world weve come to know
through our mediated sense
that keeps us in a box
in a room with a fense
lets keep our mind
out of machines
that dehumanize
our thoughts and dreams
the powers that be have the means to enact dreams
that impose on our reality
that subvert our lives
into conformity
but we have the tools to be free
so take my hand lets go
lets dream new dreams
lets give up this show, its a sham
all our lives are based in archetypes
that border on bedlam
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4. |
cost of living
05:12
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I got to buy me a life
tap that dollar and save my stife
and I gotta wear a nice blue collar
and give the leash to my father, the boss, and man
and I will work and I will pray and I wont think not a day away
and ill get enough truth in my pocket
to get me to heaven on a devils rocket
and oh, ill leave the world behind
leave the poor to themselves
its their fault they dont want wealth
and lets talk about laize fair
and leave out the folks who just dont care
and lets set the status quo
lets dangle it in front of their heads
and watch the joneses get ahead
and lets make life a game to win
and lets make simplicity such a sin
until the cold war spreads
cause hey
its divine right
to have armies to fight
and to have that edge
with a corporate pledge
and youll see im right
cause the numbers have the might
and the majority rules
theyll have you a fool
and its a free country and you can do anything
there are no guns to your back
all there is is a one way track
towards blazing the same trails
and oh its the american dream
to be a cog in the same machine
and oh, ill spin around and around
and in prozac I will drown
cause oh its a brave new world
and theres no more sooth to seek
so dont you bother with a read
buddha, ghandi, david through
they cant get you a car or phone
so what good is enlightenment?
And if you choose to decent
your opinions wont play the rent
and if you value thought, not money
you better play guitar or be funny
and be a jester to the court
you better sing your days away
all to yourselves
you better entertain
for the good of your health
you better take good notes
and see what sells
you better do something
and do it well
and it doesnt matter right or wrong
you just better flow a long
cause its sink and cause its swim
and you better hold your breath if you dont give in
cause its a long way down
thats why I got to buy me a life
tap that dollar and save my strife
wear that nice pink collar
be a good little daughter
and oh, sell my soul
my individual
so I can keep hold
so I can grow old
and I will choose bliss
over transcendence
cause we ignorance is fine
we dont need the sublime
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5. |
earthquakes are comin'
02:38
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hey diddle dee oh hey diddle die
the earthquakes are coming better run for your lives
and hey diddle dee oh hey diddle die
as nihilist truths all blind our eyes
well make peace with your maker
and make peace with your mind
causse all our lives are liminal
as we crave for the sublime
some call it god, some call it oil
some call it progress this destruction of our soil
some call it democrasy
I call it a crusade
guised in well in tention
thats tailored and made
to suit corporate interests
that thrive off of greed
and live off the lives of those in need
hey diddle dee oh hey diddle die
war is now the norm and all it costs is lives
hey diddle dee oh hey diddle die
and we all ask why shrug and sigh
we sit down in silence and read our magazines
we plug ourselves into virtual scenes
as the text of reality infultrates our dreams
and we wake up in the morning with things that arent as they seem
we drown ourselves in symbols both signed and signified
in a world that strives to be so standardized
we live our lives based unconsciously
on slavery, injustice, and blurred history
hey diddle dee oh hey diddle die
were all gonna die, were all gonna die
hey diddle dee oh hey diddle die
why settle for survival when the truth can make us thrive
cause this mortal coil is a queer strain of life
prescioous in the universe and rare in the skies
steeped in suffering and straining for joy
driven by desires we cant sustainably employ
cause were trained to want the next best thing
in a world thats disposable where convenience reins supreme
and were trained to see eachother in the same light
as servants, and strangers and the idolized
but hey diddle dee oh hey diddle die
change is inevitable it happens all the time
and hey diddle dee oh hey diddle die
the revolutions coming its just a matter or trying
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6. |
sundays in winter
04:10
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sundays in winter
waiting for the spring
hoping the light starts shining
over me
cause some days I feel
ive never felt the sun
as I wait for it to rise
but some dawns never come
so I wait for the moments
that life lights up
and I wait in darkness
in states of perpetual dusk
and I wait under raindrops
and I wait under clouds
and I wait under nights dim shroud
as holidays come due deep in my mind
from moments of nothingness
and breaks in time
and I wait and wake up
and I wait to rise
I wait to open
like flowers under skies
and I wait to fall back into love
for fates will to free me from push and shove
and I wait for the change in the seasons that shine
and I wait for new chords of life to chime
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7. |
sigh your hollow sighs
03:29
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sigh your hollow sighs
and my heart will silent grow
the sound of silence
the sound of silence
will echo
another barent moment
awkward, social cold
break the ice hello
you got a cigarette for warmth?
Melt this frigid wall with a crack
thats lighter born
tell me more
tell me more about yourself
tell me more
tell me more
about yourself
cause I would like to know
what makes you so ethereal
why my eyes cant seem to escape
your simple face
tell me your name,
tell me your name
do you believe in fate
in my head all these questions are festering
but im too shy to ask to conscious of pestering
so ill just go with social flows
and bide myself
nibble my tongue
and half bite it in stealth
and sigh my hollow sighs
as my heart will silent glow
as minor chit chat
talk of this or that
will echo
and seeds of contact will plant
and maybe grow
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8. |
hear the earth sigh
03:55
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hear the earth sigh
rumble and whisper low
do you hear it?
Sing its song?
In the weather
everlong
see the earth smile
from hemisphere to hemisphere
from the oceans
to the deserts high
from the mountains
to the valleys low
can you feel the change in the atmospheres
as its smile fades and its climates tear
in glacial floods
with stripped land seared
and its children
are dying here
from a child
that destroys in fear
the smell of freshness fades
its fragrance and its natural tastes
with industries
and all its wastes
and chemicals
made in hastes
and with our senses lost
and out feelings dulled
by callouses
of lifestyle
we cease to see
the earths alive
as we cut its veins
and drink its blood like wine
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metaphysical technology
05:53
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I exhale down on my own bended knee
and I watch the fuzz swirl ever silently
ill inhale my misery in dreams
and cough blood n hope in silver streams
ill wake to the gods of the machines
synthetic illumination
someone tell me what it means
white light stares me down
from a computer screen
its knowledge is power
but what does power mean?
The worlds trapped in concrete
we live life abstract
its become intangible
to the point we cant act
we can see through tv
but we cannot feel
as we loose empathy
and our sense of what is real
im lost in a game I
never wanted to play
no one knows the rules
and no one wants to say
everyone is on a deviled scapegoat ride
and every sage is a satyr on the inside
life is but a dream
but im real enough to die
and ill sleep 6 foot deep
and I wont wake alive
but thats my tomorrow
this is my today
as im filled with love and sorrow
drenched in dream decay
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cottage grove
03:28
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walking down main st
backstage bakery
say a little and a few hellos
over cigarettes and a cup of joe
how did I get here?
Small town USA
by way of the highway
from the big city of LA
where no body shows a care
no body knows you name
and stars glow dully
in the land of fame
I walk down passed dianes
on into the sunshine lands
and I walk through a gentle rain
before I walk from where I came
n see a man in a costume
see what he has to say
we talk the town we talk of doom
we talk a bit of yesterday
and then I depart past
and meet another friendly face
and time ticks quicker
in the moments we hang
and we watch as the tweekers pass
on their way to smoke some glass
and we laugh away our small town woes
as each day the world grows
around this small town
this bubble built into ground
full of all types of souls
both young and old
surrounded by the hills
the green trees and their frills
and midnight shining stars
both venus and mars
and we walk past all the murals
buster keaton’s general
opal whitely and a covered bridge
to the lake and to the ridge
and how did I get here
small town usa
by way of the highway
from the big city of LA
I never had a home
my heart is a vagabound
it lives in bohemia
but for now it walks around this town
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11. |
spirit of jim beam
06:44
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I walk around midnight, 4 in the morning and I cant see the stars
and I watch the streets, red eyes of tail lights, and high beams of nocturnal cars
emotions gripping me
demons no one can see
theres something fucking with my head
the blood in my veins fragments in fantasies
and im like the living dead
possessed by the spirit of jim beam
driven by the devil in jack
my heart beats blood and whiskey
nightmares in red bourbon and black
and im lost all deep and think in thoughts
that are spinning around my head
and razors flash and shine deep inside my mind
as their phantoms dig across my head
and pall malls stain my breath
as I swear ill smoke to death
in a bitter suicide haze
as jimmy and jack they stab me in the back
with a raw emotions truth unphased
and I think to myself, this must be some illusion
my thoughts are trying to kill me
they burn a seiging scorn
as im fucked up and forlorn
and my glass is running half empty
and I watch a man at a bus stop sleeping soundly
hours before the routes begin to run
my thoughts are irratic, my mood is manic
and I cant remember the sun
possessed by the spitit of jim beam ect
and I cant leave my heart burns and grieves
as I cant escape myself
and I just want to erase every haunting trapping trace
of existence from this earth
my voice disappeaers as im clouded and clearly
sinking into a black hole
cause love and loneliness are both things ive kissed
and the later has lingered the most
theres a blue moon overhead
silence stings my ears
my insides are molten lead
and heavy blood fuels my tears
and is it just me
is it pent up sobriety
cause nothings changed at all
perceptions a wrecking ball
possessed by the spirit of jim beam ect
and past and future are riddled with sutures
of which my broken mind bares
I stare across time while eternity unwinds
and im static where I now stand
I look across the blocks no key to unlock
the boxes that cage me in
and all the bricks they start to make me sick
civilization is closing in
and all the cleches are true
darkness abounds
a voided nothingness blankets you
in a feeling profound
and is it just me?
Is this just a bad dream
is anything real
in the ethics of how I feel?
possessed by the spirit of jim beam
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I dont know if we meet again
my gut and heart hope so
our paths crossed for a couple of weeks
and then you had to go
but so it goes with traveling and traveling fast
with different destinations and similar paths
you meet a lot of people and make memories that last
and then you part ways and wonder where theyre at
cause our brand of kindered spirit thrive to wander
learn our lives lessons as travelers
cause the more of the world you see
the more of the world you know
and the more strangers that you meet
the less strange you grow
so goes the story of a lot of people I met
on our way toward finding lifes secret
but hopefully well meet again
catch up and talk about just where weve been
cause oh this world is cold
especially on that long road
hopefully well meet again
catch up and talk about where weve been
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13. |
mcminnville
03:48
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here I am small town
green leaves all around
something in the air
subtle dispair
smoke in my lungs
blood in my alcohol
needles pinprick
the hearts mainline
and in this time
I wake in wine
7 am to drink
sunshine
and it burns in my throat
sadness thoughts evoke
in sober waking life
souls weather the same strife
do a line stay alive
go for a long drive
wait the sunrise once again
bare the night to see the light
in a conscious sin
and wait on the world
to spin again
and in this time
I wait in line
as plots unfold
in different minds
and my helpless heart it burns
my tortured soul it yearns
as all my love breeds hurt
and my tears fall to dirt
and Im lost in a whirlpool
and I gasp for air
hollow bodied empty m inded fools
drown their love and care
in 30 dollar excstasy
downing dex and drink
huffing highs lost memories
slowing thoughts to think
as all words blur and slur
and my listening ears wont cure
the sweet nothingness allure
amidst all the hurt
as day breaks, night falls
among greenery
pills pop, tabs drop
a change of mind
as hearts beat, repeat
circulate scenery
as souls search
and some go blind
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I have walked a thousand miles
in the back of my mind
I have bared a thousand storms
as ive seen sunshine
and my heads in the clouds
watch as they circle round
there goes cloud 9
watch as they pass us by
its turning gray
and it looks like rain
as in high and deep in the sky
and I dont want to come down
not for anyone
theres nothing on the ground
except the setting sun
and ill wake in the morning
and open my eyes
and ill lucid dream
myself a lucid life
and ill wake on the ground
and watch me looking down
far from my past
its ghost haunts and lasts
as im dread and done
with each moment gone
and im reborn
just like the rising sun
as each moment is a Renaissance
and a death of my resonance
and ill see everything in a retrospect
and like a fun house mirror
I will reflect
and the past will change as it reaches now
and my reflections will stretch out
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all songs I sing in apostrophe
and I sing them to myself as outward I sing
ill reacch in to the depths of my dreams
for the gems that are buried in their mystery
with a voice born of rust
I came out of the dust
born blue in atrophy
out of doctors cuts
with seeds of soliloquy
that have yet to grow
with a silent childs cry
in a shy childs show
but I reached in myself for a helping hand
for the abstract supply of my abstract demand
cause I was short of supply of those who understand
my desire to find out just where things stand
as I looked out in silence and licked words from my lips
at the conflict and violence that floats all the ships
and words they welled in my voice and my mind
on the worlds stage
with an audience blind
but at least I can puppet my own strings
of my self my guitar and my voice as I sing
become my own master of reality
its the only way I can truly feel free
as I sit by myself all alone in my room
in a solitary aside to make sure I exude
some sembelenacce of life in some somulent truth
to the backdrop of plot that extends past my youth
cause everything that happens in life
sounds better in song and poetic device
and though I lack the perfect pitch
my songs are my own
theyre my own private niche
and I embrace all my flaws cause ive nothing to prove
my goals not to sway, its only to move
myself if not others and my mind if not body
past criticism, sorrow and all of the sorries
and all else fails ill buy my mind
in the arms of my skull
for all of the times
I inhale consideration hoping to find
some truer truth that can fit in a line
as I wait for the words to come into tune
like an innocent child that comes out of the womb
like a ripe wholesome tint that comes over a fruit
like water worn rocks that become clensed and smoothe
so all songs I sing in apostrophe
I sing them to the air, I sing them to the breeze
I exhale my dreams on hopes wings
and I exhale my soul so it can breathe
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I dont know where ill go
but I know where ive been
dreaming until dawns morning shine
is on my bed
oh I have been to heaven
oh and hell
all in my head
and oh, ill be there again
and I have seen myself
floating away
in the mirror
crying heavens tears
and oh, sighing
devils sighs
as im old
in young skin
with stories
untold
and a future
still in the mold
and I dont know just where I will go
but I know where ive been
dreaming until dusk’s evening glow
is on my bed
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hey disaster when your heart beats faster
cause love is a sickness
when the body bares no witness
in simultaneous
love and heartbreak
spurred by fickle fate
with wants
youve never wanted
youre caught in your
self’s debate
in confusion
no where neer delusion
cause loves plastic meaning
is trapped in a feeling
inside of you
inside of us all
waiting to mold
by the hand of your call
as your wants are willed by
your thoughts and surroundings
guided by mysteries unsolved
in this life
nothing lasts
and love
will fade in past
you try and let go
to what youve never had
before it leaves you
alone and sad
oh frustration
a heart in tarnation
when this love story
is a purgatory
if the lonely
in longing
with a future on
a brittle string
that swings between
now and never
and vague constructions
of reality
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18. |
remember that time
03:55
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remember the time
we were walking on the sand
sholder at shoulder
side by side
hand in hand
the ocean vast before us
oil rigs lit like stars
sky and water blended seemlessly
oh, they were ours
hey I think I love you
cause you understand
I think I adore you
and it aint so bad
I wake in the morning
and think of your embrace
and I cant help but smile dumbly
this grin wont leave my face
first I lost my gravity
and now im lost in space
its such a sweet bliss
something I rather not
stand by oh and miss
and you have me flying
just like a kite
asking all these questions
who the hell am I
where is my cynicism
am I alright
and how much of this
can I fit into rhyme
and its slightly scarey to admit
but I thought more than once
that this is it
and I dont even know what it is
I just think im crazy
maybe just in love with love
its so clear n hazy
both my fingers are crossed
that im not just phasing
cause its such a simple feelings
that I feel
but is it from an illusion
can this really be real
then we speak in our echos
everything becomes fine
one plus one I love yous
equals something sublime
communication open
on all lines
even if it is not
for all time
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19. |
truth in a storyline
05:02
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tell me a true story
make it sweet and/or gorey
make me forget where im at
take me on a high that will last
take me away from myself
take me away from myself
take me to the edge of freedom
make me believe in freedom
take me away from myself
take me away from myself
take me out of my skin
take me out of my skin
light a candle
distract me
from the darkness
again
illuminate something
I can believe
and defend
tell me your textbook truths
tell me you theories proofs
tell me your myths and dreams
dont forget what they mean
I dont know but I care
I dont know but I care
I want to be aware
I want to be aware
I dont know but I care
I dont know but I care
it hurts to be aware
it hurts to be aware
so wrap up truth in fiction
something to romanticize
fit reality in tv,
I dont want to strain my eyes
cause I dont have enough
peripheral vision
to see it all
I cant see behind my eyes
and I cant see ideas at all
paint me a picture of love
paint me a picture of love
paint me a picture of beauty
make me believe in beauty
paint me a picture of truth
paint me a picture of truth
paint me a picture of sanity
paint me a picture of sanity
is anyone really literate enough to understand
that that cant be put in words by woman or man?
Just tell me the best you can
no hard feelings if you cant
frame this frame story and
hang it on a stream of times sand
somethings they just dont fit
somethings they just dont fit
eternity in a moment
eternity in a moment
somethings they just cant fit
somethings they just cant fit
everything in a word
everything in a word
you cant trap truth
into a simple story line
cause theres always a greater context
that could make it a lie
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20. |
caffeine & nicotine
02:27
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just give me caffeine
nicotine
and all night
good company
I aint got no money
but time is free
and ill spend it
recklessly
all night soul searching
in a show and tell
as the shits shot
as words tides pell mell
to a music backdrop
that fills the void so well
and well talk shit
never mean it
and well laugh out loud
yeah well have a fit
and well talk dreams
talk of what they mean
and well go deep into what they seem
and with a cigarette
well blow smoke to the stars
well read our lives
like books that shaped who we are
well trade our passions
and try on eachothers scars
just give me caffeine
nicotine
and all night
with good company
ill be happy
as can be
ill be happy
just you see
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21. |
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Secret cities ancient
all buried I the ground
sacred civilizations
buried in a mound
history lost to the western mind
with unknown empires lost in time
the mayan temples
and nani waiya, too
kajuraho and stone henge to boot
calhokia, hurrapah, and the great wall, too
if the terra cotta soldiers could talk
they'd say
wahh-oooo
were all familiar
with the cradle of the west
in our ethnocentric
sense of the best
we excavate our history
as a reflection of ourselves
we dig up our dead and
analyze their shells
oh, mesopotamia and babylon, too
the greeks, the phoenecians
and etruscans to boot
ancient sumaria and gazas tombs
if the pharaohs slaves could talk
theyd say wah-ooo
homo sapiens have been around for a while
from africa to far past the nile
and we have had cultures that built monuments
and we have had cultures
that left no foot print
and how do we measure
the greatness of ourselves
in the scope of lost history
whos stories are untelled
if unknown voices could talk
theyd say wah-ooo
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can you hear the hiss
of the hollow gears turning
deep in the back of your own mind
the devils and the gods
they grit their spinning
teeth in the machines
of our own lives
as the ghosts in the back
are hollow breathed singing
punk rock odes
and lullabies
oh, mysteries
hollowed in the heart
as unknown depths
deafly depart
in unheard caskets,
temporal hearses
that process through your
unconscious mind
as laughter, laments
and blessings/curses
die in the void
of ignorance's kind
this is for all the voices lost
and histories victims laid by side
this is for all the untold stories
that pulse in your veins
and behind lies
for mysteries
hollowed in the heart
and memories
lost from the start
this is for my great grandmothers
at each turn of the century
this is for all my ancestors
who lived and longed just like me.
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23. |
i wake up and wonder
03:31
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I wake up and wonder
just how the day is going to be
I sometimes I feel its all the same
monday through friday
straight to freedom
then the weekend
comes and goes again
is this how life's supposed to be
running the same routines
over and over again?
Living life by the clocks
life locked in a box
on the calendar in pen?
They say progress
is passing the test
and getting money
for the time you spend
they say its being on time
to take the pulse of deadlines
and toe tag the moments ahead
but in my heart of hearts I know
im not cut out for this life
in my dreams life is timeless, beautiful, unbound
and not riddled with living
in the lines
but this economy
makes people a lil crazy
a lil desperate for
dollar signs and dates
and me? I just want good friends,
a place to crash
and a life thats not bound
to the fate
of living the same day
over and over again
spinning like a cog in
the clockworks of life
like an automaton
with buttons pushed
and switches on
puppeted by circumstances
no one can fight
cause its not how life's
supposed to be
running in circles
without the spiral
that will take you higher
or deeper in life
no wonder everyone's stressed
wound up in this mess
in which were all so mired
no wonder moneys made
from all the simple escapes
the pills and cleches that
distractfrom the reality
our lives are on repeat
and we wake up
on a one way track
but my lifes
not meant for monotony
I thrive when chaos abounds
and I often times
I feel suffocated by obligations
that hinders my freedom of sound
cause lifes a song played by ear
that cant be charted or adheared
and every days a different tune
made of joy or gloom
and there are no keys
to lock mysteries
in lines or bars
lifes the music of the
stars and the spheres
and silent smiles and the tears
that transcend time and the years
infinite
and when I wake up in the morning
feeling lifes a lil
boring
like a song thats top 40
in my head
I crave a different tuning
like a flower craves a blooming
on the untrodden path
instead
and I know ill never quite fit in
I was never meant for a mold
in this culture lifes a verse and a chorus and a bridge
but my life feels like something more...
than singing the same song
over and over again
like some broken vinyl
on the player of life
harping on the same tune
weaving on the same loom
using the same wool
thats over sheeps eyes.
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24. |
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home is where the heart is
its a heaven and a hell
its in your chest
and it burns and swells
when you travel its with you
in the stories that you tell
in the friends that you make
and the things you cant sell
and home is where the heart is
my hearts on my sleeve
its with the people ive had to leave
its in my letters and in my songs
in deep inside me forever along
a home is not a house
its not where youre born
its where you live
and where you sojourn
its in your comforts
passions interests
and its with the people
that ground you the best
and ive a love affair with the road
sleeping under stars and in the cold
hanging round with street kids, sleeping in squats, living off the grid in anarchist plots
a home is where the heart is
my heart is in my head
I go home to dreams
when I go to bed
I wake up some place
ive never been
and I feel at home
when im travelin
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25. |
magpie
02:12
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With feathers in her hair
And winged feet
She wanders the world
Whimsically
Tied to her heartstrings
Entangled in her dreams
With a silent film face
And eyes that sing
She flies like the blackbird free
Through her joys and miseries
Humbled by what she sees
With a birds eye view of everything
Our paths crossed
in the middle of may
And I knew at once
she could not stay
Cause she is sky
and I am water
And heights and depths
diverge their ways
But I shall swim and she shall fly
Like polarized twins in Gemini
But well meet again
when the sky cries
Well meet it again
when its vaporized
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26. |
draw of the cards
04:32
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I drew the cards
The spade and the heart
Asking what you mean
The ace and the queen
Unfolded the scene
Of you and me
Cause youre the queen of
Hearts that die
In a broken omen
That riddles my mind
Tell me things
Everything
Just let me know
What this silence holds
This awkward cold
Of your shoulder
Tell me things are
Not okay
Theres no need for
These games to play
Ill understand
Your hearts demands
As mine forebodes
Cause I feel I know
I love you more
In tristesse amour
Don’t tell me your lies once again
Theres no need no reason
Theres no logic in love at all
Just ask the cards
Random draw
And my heart will break
It’s a risk ill take
xFor the truth
For loves sweet sake
Don’t be fake
Don’t be uncouth
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27. |
soliloquy of memories
02:11
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tell me why, no apologies
at least try, no more prophesies
dont you life, feed me falacies
dont you cry, dream of the disease
tell me your true feelings
tell me your true lies
light my mind and ceilcing
breach my skull and sky
break my heart, its alright-
weed its roots and soil
trim its worn out edges
cut its mortal coil.
The black cat, he was watchin me
golden eyes glowed behind the trees
hollow breaths seeped into the breeze
midnight muses bask in fantasies
ghosts of love, they haunt me.
Phantom kisses burn
thoughts of wanton wanting
in a silent yearn
and I speak this song in a soliloquy
alone inverse with all my memories.
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28. |
wheres my heart now?
03:26
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Wheres my heart now?
In your pocket
It slipped my sleeve
Now you got it.
And suddenly my mind
has a mind of its own
It sneaks it in its back door
when its home alone
It holds you in its skull
between blood and bone
So far deep and down
the seed of thought is sown
Wheres my head now?
In your palm
Around your fingers
And around your thumb.
As my soul searches in what you have to say
In this back door romance that’s beautiful and vague
That leaves me a little short of breathe
That leaves me a little dazed
As my mind muses on the mysteries
Locked within your face
Wheres my body?
Its here burning
In a solitary
Familiar sting
Is this love?
Is this hell?
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29. |
mosaic dreams
03:12
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dreams flow
in and out
of the window
as high hopes
break and form
in acrishindo
and I wait
in the time
that it takes
while I lie
wide eyed awake
and I walk
asleep opaque
in my mind
and I wait for clarity
moments of sublime brilliance
the right melody
to frame my hearts resilience
and I wait
in the times
between love and hate
in a static dream
between the fluxes of extremes
and I fight for sight
fight against becoming blind
in the dark of night
struggling wound
to unwind
and I dream
of sisyphus
and abstract bliss
as I try and see
inside of this
thing that makes things
such a mess
in my mind
and I try to stay fine
open my mind with love
and still save enough
for a potential someone
cause they say
hey, you gotta seize the day
so why not fall in love today
wait on the world
and see where it spins us
spin ourselves against its currents tides
lets meet it half way between
sun and shadowed darkness
fueled by shattered dreams
broken yet revised
and hey hey
lets let it all go
hearts break and mend
dreams shatter and then grow
hopes silver wings
beat and flutter in your chest
the futures yours
and you can
make it your best
so hey hey
lets make a mosaic
of our lives
and the dreams
its comprised
and lets adhese
the tiles of our lives with peace
glue with grace
and never cease
to dream away
the days diseases
of the mind.
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Minor Cat Cottage Grove, Oregon
Currently based in Cottage Grove, Oregon Minor Cat is a DIY music project by compulsive songwriter and experimental enthusiast Mary Love.
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