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Day Breaks
02:49
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the day breaks on my back as i sit facing the wall.
the light is an ivory that cuts my morning fog.
find peace in the afternoon, remind me i belong.
but who will remember you when the daylight is gone?
because i don't know how to let go,
i always cling to control.
i am alive.
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Voluntary Requirement
03:48
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is there a road to love,
without the cracks you find within yourself?
i can tell,
there's a look when you are lost.
make a space,
draw a line to walk across.
if we don't remember to be reliant on a voluntary requirement,
time will find its pace again.
do you believe that love,
only exists when you are feeling strong?
realize,
there is wool over your eyes,
a mirage,
visualized in a new light.
if we don't remember to be reliant on a voluntary requirement,
time will find its pace again.
we were always confident,
logic is a barrier,
weighted by a fear of fading.
we were always confident,
logic is a barrier,
weighted by a fear of caving.
if we don't remember to be reliant on a voluntary requirement,
time will find its pace again.
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3. |
Mary's Rhyme
03:45
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lo and behold, mary,
gold string i've brought,
bright as i am caught.
in your weave,
your loom,
you spin and I swoon,
don't you think, mary, we're entwined?
you say, my john,
our time has not yet come.
and the bittersweet scent of her taciturn bent,
split our chord in two.
rescued and clean, sally,
i'm dressed in green,
it's the spring that would not come.
but even reborn,
i grow with a thorn,
don't you see, sally,
i'm maligned.
anew, my john,
our time has not yet come.
and the bittersweet scent of her taciturn bent,
wilted the fruit we grew.
withered and lean, lilly,
life is no dream,
it's a lesson taught through time.
and i've been so wrong,
regret all my scorn,
won't you hear, lilly, mary's rhyme?
i say, oh john,
our time has not yet come.
and the bittersweet scent of her taciturn bent spoke true.
you say, my john,
i too was once this young.
you've yet to grow, john,
and i cannot show you the way,
not if i stay.
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4. |
Washed-Up Wood
04:50
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[Carter]
ten days home and we are overgrown,
and there's something strange about the furniture.
ten days gone and now you're not a home,
just some washed-up wood.
[Jose]
went away to single out my tone,
and i find that i can't be my arbiter.
went away to come back more alone,
just some harmony,
plain complexity.
entropy,
the further away i go,
the harder it is for me,
to settle for the life i own,
to make me feel at home,
i can't hold on,
the ebb and flow,
pull me along.
[Carter]
am i drifting toward the coastline?
am i right?
i need to know.
am i drifting toward the coastline?
am i wrong?
i need to know.
i keep drifting on, drifting on,
and i need to know how to make it to you when i'm feeling lost.
[Jose]
am i drifting?
am i gone?
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Dusk Falls
03:10
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time flew by,
and landed on the thick of it,
just as I articulate,
that it has passed me leaving traces of myself,
i can see the parts of me left on the shelf.
when it calls me, whose name do I hear?
could I ever let go of all my fear?
to no longer become
you and why?
are anchors to the most of it,
a person you commemorate,
existing only as we look together to the past,
holding on so our characters might last.
when it calls me, I will reply,
with the songs I’ve carried in a hum,
we continue to become.
the dusk falls so the day can break,
and we let go, because being is at stake,
to go on thinking,
in the ripples of time’s wake.
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