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Holy Death
03:29
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The tang of her ocean rhymes with another
in canopies of sweat and absence
I was laying on blue carpet reading shapes of her thinking and doing
when I still believed in promise and all I saw were paintings
woven into the grass, am I true nature?
Tied into the trees, is that what I'm after?
The lily on the pad rests softer
Death
Holy Death
It just takes an instant to find the end
A chain of lights can't symbolize the sunshine as I try and try to redesign the outside
Her face windswept in flat landscapes, sun on the shoulder
foreign birds sing that mourning song
The taste of her saliva becomes an idea
Death
Holy Death
It just takes and instant to find the end
Death
Holy Death
In just an instant we found the end
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Honig
02:08
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Your face glows red in the dusk car's taillight
Salt water flowing down my August cheek
Pink felt never could sit still, I keep it in my pocket for a day that I need
Honig
I'm stuck in your pot
Honig
I'm swimming in the peach pool
Out of body and my eyes are closed
This pink felt feel could hang around
open my palms and let it flow
through my fingers it will go like
Honey Water
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In The Brine
02:34
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In the brine I rest until the blossom
we mapped a timeline off a thought
and on the swing you flow back and forth
you're close and then you're far away
you're close and then you're far away
I like to watch you coming
The glory of the dirt never dies
it settles at the bottom of the brine
and my body my vessel in which I ride
concocts with new meat
the juice dries on my teeth
and she loves me through plastic as her lovers favorite tree blooms in spring
and we wander through forests set for wandering
I hope to find that map I drew
and see my way back to you
tempted by the shine of something new
while desire craves to see us through
I recall our bodies form a perfect mold
Two bodies form a perfect mold
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Fields of Blossom
03:36
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5. |
Last Week
02:19
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Put a hole in the glass, made of smoke and now this could have happened last week
Did you say that before? Or is this in between? It could have happened last week
Pass a man on the street, a man I've never seen, but the structure of his face feels so dear to me
Looking into your eyes, endless fields of blossom, you're not all that I see
Lick the coatings off bright colored candy, to taste the sweet and find it's meaning
Let the rain shower me, The Rain and The Heat, I could never hide from their true beauty
Make that sound with your mouth, the sound from your talking, the way that it rings could have happened last week
Stuck my head through the roof just to see what I see, now everything seems it could have happened last week
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Stretched Elastic
02:58
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Crickets scream as the sun scorches my skin
outlining your shape for the gravel to wear
stretch the elastic that holds up your hair and
attach to a new definition
you whispered "I love you", an elemental pleasure
it feels good sleeping together
ocean only big with eyes closed
and only there to obscure a sense of home
I stretch the elastic that holds up my hair and
attach to a new definition
I am a human being, which instincts should I not be feeling?
Moon glistens on suburban rivers water
Wild life of North America
curse the chocolate in my teeth,
made from the bean you told me to eat
I stretch the elastic that holds up my pants
to align my own idea of friendship
feet planted on the soil
that craves seed when fertile
I am a human being, which instincts should I not be feeling? Which instincts should I be feeling?
Splinters from the floor in my feet
your thoughts are finding someone new to eat
vibrance of flowers blooms in the spring
the blue skies North American
The stretched elastic, a broken hairband
dressed up in winters remnants
a spill on the hardwood
with no definition
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8. |
In Spring Air
02:11
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In spring air we descend down the street
you turn the corner but I keep walking
past auto body garages and vacant row home strips
the store front windows sport a reflections
of my body
my clothing
and I wear a mask with your face on it
Little is said of physical distance
when I've spent so long bathing in your fragrance
the wallpaper in my room mutates to your color
my speech to your accent
it's not as simple as pulling nail outta brick
figures obscure in late evening light
blurring the lines of where you end and I begin
she licks the salt with my tongue
to dissolve my malleable form
it's just as simple as putting nail into brick
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Glory of the Dirt
01:28
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10. |
Dog in the Heat
03:08
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Your face is flowering on the field
as the cement of our habits dissolves
Change the shirt to be a new shape,
some form of free
Dog in the Heat
you're in the heat
out in the heat
A hand rests on liquid to swim through the current
to taste the nectar
and as the beauty fleets
the times of fruit become a spec in the rearview
as we're
Out in the Heat
you're in the heat
out in the heat
I recall the color purple
dancing through your hair
and those eyes of delight
you'd so often wear
out in the heat
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11. |
BNA
02:09
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Sham Asheville, North Carolina
songs of Shane Justice McCord expanded in collaboration with Mikey Powers, other friends & magnetic tape
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