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Ten Hundred Thousand
02:17
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Little spider crawling on the floor
will it ever be like it was before
heading sure
It's so raw it breaks the skin
all the time we waited to begin
get permission
But it's heading up the wire
this anarchist desire I'm drowning in
I'll help you check out of the hospital
back to the walls that know you best of all
hear your footfall
'Cause i too have been marooned on shores
where what I'd planned is not what they had in store
what are you in for
This body is a maze
ten hundred thousand days
to find the core
This body is a maze
ten hundred thousand days
to find the core
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2. |
Bridge at Arles
02:31
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Forgive me, love
I couldn't have done
better
at the time
with what was mine
Tell me now
is this the action of the plow
that rips the earth to set the seed
for the grain to reach the sheaves
And the thing
you gave to me
I dropped it off the bridge
accidentally
And the thought of it
under the water
I screamed like a phantom
nearly went in after
What's done is done
hard as stone
won't be undersold
can't be overthrown
So forgive me, love
if the warmth of your touch
wasn't enough
nothing was
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3. |
After the Crash
04:11
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Bruised eye, I remember you
walking under clouds
gray, and barely over the trees
Knowing what was coming
no words worth saying
bare, and unmoving
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
A room with walls again
the world's lost the shape
I'd only barely learned it could take
After the crash
but before the bills came due
I still would walk sometimes with you
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
We grew up from the ground with our movements all tied
to the spheres in the sky by wire
and we dance for a while down the length of the style
with our anthers dusting the wind
oh, what little hope
oh, how modest in depth and scope
balanced here, on this tightrope
We'll find that field again, maybe sometime soon
I'm thinking May or June
we'll lay on our backs,
watch the formless sky
turn in, fold, and ply
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
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Lia-Bird
01:38
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You act like it's the enemy
there is no enemy
you push away at everything
there's no need there's no need there's no need there's no need
You act like it's the enemy
there is no enemy
unfasten all your fastenings
and see and see and see and see
What will come to you
the Lia-bird
what will come to you
the kindred
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