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Ten Million Thoughts
03:44
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hold it up to the light where i can see it
do whatever you like as long you mean it
I used to welcome dreams when you slept with me
now I’m gazing over the edge in every single moment of unrest
always awake
my fingers primed
10 million thoughts
all of them mine
if you hold that face just right i might believe you
the colors fade to white and i monochrome through
I’m an empty TV screen waiting on a white noise dream
and I’m gazing over the edge in every single moment of unrest
always awake
my fingers primed
10 million thoughts
all of them mine
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American Ruin
02:30
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that’s fools gold
that’s a stand in for well
it’s a transient standard
nobody wants you to hold
you need a new feeling
a different death
it’s still American ruin
if you call it blessed
take off those shoes
dance hard and drink deep with friends
stare at the sun till your eyes bleed
concrete can’t be holy ground
it’s a new feeling
a different death
its still American ruin
if you call it blessed
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blazer-back back off
slide your rig out of me
you want to buy my insides
then call it lies when I bleed
I bet you’ve never pulled out
I bet you charge a whore for your seed
the earth is falling under our toes
Fort Worth, TX is about to explode
propellerhead taking you to bed
man you dig thOsE rOIL eyes
I hear a faux-fountainhead
I smell a spindletop-swindler
spreading more lies
I bet you’ve never pulled out
I bet you charge a whore for your seed
the earth is falling under our toes
Fort Worth, TX is about to explode
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Lilies of the Valley
04:05
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the lilies of the valley make my harem
sing me sorry to sleep
and bathe me in tears
once held for original sin
heavy heads only see me lie
adrift on tempting grass while
waiting in want for a hope
that my feet sprout wings
mournful beds, bitter sheets
breed likewise dreams
in a haze a liar, through a veil a fiend
half-assed believer, a poisonous preacher
heavy heads only see me lie
adrift on tempting grass while
waiting in want for a hope
that my feet sprout wings
to say I came to sing would be the biggest lie
and the number one reason why
I’m doomed to breathe
towards bells storm can’t ring
heavy heads only see me lie
adrift on tempting grass while
waiting in want for a hope
that my feet sprout wings
in a haze a liar
through a veil a fiend
it’s hard to breathe under water
it’s hard to kill mirror monsters
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Fevre Dream
04:09
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the fevre dream has a hold on me
I am a desert cloud’s long shadow crawling
there’s poison in the fount from which blessings flow
and a reaper at the rose-tinted garden door
the will of the wind is to bend bow low
I am a desert bud regretting growth
there’s a stele for the mind that’ll keep it clear
IT’S THE LIE THAT YOUR HOME JUST IS NOT HERE
on the rise
towards the light
all my life
it’s felt like almost time
the fevre dream has a hold on me
I am a desert cloud’s long shadow crawling
there’s poison in the fount from which blessings flow
and a reaper at the rose-tinted garden door
on the rise
towards the light
all my life
it’s felt like almost time
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7
04:45
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I’ll bend em till they break
back and forth, piece by piece
these friendly chains, these happy ties
I am unidentified
tidal waves wash through me
when the surface cracks, when the fold splits
countless pieces on the floor
lies another friend, what’s one more
if there’s a reason there
I don’t want to know
if there’s a line you drew
it’s too sharp to toe
if the cards form a house
note the bars, call it a cage
I’ll bend em till they break
all for 7 folds and the mosaic
if there’s a reason down there
I don’t want to know
if there’s a line you drew
it’s too sharp to toe
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House of the Lynx
03:46
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I have plans
I am not an empty man
I walk the path as it appears
with that soft crunch of earth
under my feet I feel clean
when she speaks
a large wet stop under a tree
in the summer heat it calls to me
with a savage roar
an open door
an empty seat
a glimpse at me
a new perfect plane
where I create
a black hole to a better soul
I let every leaf appear to think
and share their names
and every pain
through the forest floor to a small clearing
in the cool grass the tables set
over every tool
for mage and fool
dusk’s sunlight winks
walk with the lynx
a too long ladder
with which to create
two golden bowls
to cleanse and to paint infinity
over cats eyes
in one slow effortless streak
when the colors streak
and the angels tweak
when black-tipped ears and reflective eyes
fill your vision
consume your skies
it’s another truth
in a well-lit room
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Ecosystem
05:15
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couldn’t you taste the fog
that hung so thick
where you grew them like weeds
in a vase
didn’t you feel it fall
when it swallowed you whole
and poisoned
this desert soil
with white-knuckled hands
you pruned them
to a size
better for tramplin'
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Picnic Lightning Fort Worth, Texas
What is the opposite of the middle? Dark has light, truth has lies, God has Satan, but what or who is the middle’s foil? Theories abound, but it is the four gentlemen in Picnic Lightning who claim dominion over that murky abyss. They may hail from where the west begins, their feet may stomp Fort Worth concrete, but their music dwells in the shadowland of trenchant questions and orphic revelations. ... more
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