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Intro
00:59
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Why be doing what we're doing here
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Prick of a Thorn
02:43
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a song is for all those dying of thirst
in puddles of mud, blood, meat and dirt
there is no time
to put to trial
the crimes of clockwork
ticking finely
to the pounding drum
heart beating hum
and the call of the deep and menacing wild
i’d then wonder which heaven we’ll go
when we die
which heaven wakes when I close my eyes
this love is for those who stir and bloom
breaking down shaping bright blue dorm room
composing the sound of open air
in bright black dark with fare
momentary cause
dizzying spells through mirrors and glare
incantation of open air
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3. |
Portrait of Liv Ulman
03:08
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i cannot measure the distance between the red light and the tower
and the telephone wire
according to my vision from where i sit in the cold light in the cold evening
they are nearly parallel, slightly askew
to that they would meet at one end
and diverge eternally on the other
the buildings collected their sharp angles to bundles for me to calculate
i will never calculate them
i'll sit by the trash cans
bathed in honey, cold light
waiting for mo to call
the big ship plays on my phone
i'll wait patiently and alone
i dont know where i am if i belong where i am i mightfimd my way down to the train get on and turn back again
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4. |
In Care of
02:32
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oh fleet fickle autumn
your bite has left its mark on my handwriting
in orange ashes, from trash cans, I write to you
fighting and trying
baking in batches
living through tragedy oh no
in grandfather’s garden,
the clay you pressed your thumb in is waiting
by the roses and chives
in ashes, I cry
oh fleet fickle autumn
your bite has left its mark on my handwriting
in orange ashes, from trash cans, I write to you
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5. |
Intermission
01:56
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6. |
Cello Song (Nick Drake)
04:32
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Strange face, with your eyes
So pale and sincere
Underneath you know well
You have nothing to fear
For the dreams that came to you when so young
Told of a life
Where spring is sprung
You would seem so frail
In the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight
But while the earth sinks to its grave
You sail to the sky
On the crest of a wave
So forget this cruel world
Where I belong
I'll just sit and wait
And sing my song
And if one day you should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me
To your place in the cloud
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7. |
Crooked Wooden Walkway
02:35
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Grown on the stone the grove had formed
From the lifeless mass below the warm
Sunlit charm of the autumn metamorphosis
I sat under the tangled vines
For ephemeral fleeting time
Enclosed my mind from the sun and let me breathe the hum
Enclosed what rung to the pressure on temples left and right
when at once you survive or don’t
either way the vines will grow
It’s gotten warm for this kind of night
I’d mention while you closed your eyes
And in your palms was a mound of sodden mud
I hear the thud when you dropped the dirt
And out from the unsettled earth
Crawled thirty worms that squirmed to nestle to the turf
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8. |
Green Air
04:47
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The Irony in breathing underwater
Is that it gets harder to
Hyperventilate
And when I’m under air
And climbing up the stairs
Nothing compares
To a pair of lungs full of air
Chartering the distance in my sensations
I’ve kissed them all
And just like I would
Their cheeks filled with blood
And the colors that I read
Said to kiss them again
I’ve been bathed
But I’ll never be clean again
By body, confides to the mind
You are not you. you are not I
In the putrid green air
Through which your green eyes stare
There’s a world that’s shared through the dirty skin you wear
Chartering the distance in limitations
Ive kissed them all
The fish weren’t killed in great the flood
We were just dogs rolling in the mud
I’ve been bathed but I’ll never be clean again
I’ll act clear in this dirty eyed perception
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9. |
Now
08:54
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We are dancing in circles 'round candles of ivory
in a background of blended blue like lapis lazuli
that place it dissapated with the sound that the gate made when the knives plunged into the wood
I was talkin real dumb while I was walkin beside you I was talkin real dumb while you were walkin
I was talkin real dumb while you were walkin beside me I was talkin real dumb while you were walkin
and I dont want to that I want to talk cool
in so many ways it got harder than heartless
i've tried in my ways but forgot my memory card
I forgot I forgot at all
when you said
keep your head I threw my head into the rose bush
while the orator orated what he could
I listened to every word
but nothing held
but the sound of two glass horses as they fell
so of what you know
can be turned back again
dont feign the state of your brain when it's chemicals you know are drippin in
I'm in the now I know it now
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(Whybe) Wyatt Davis Aliso Viejo, California
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