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Two Rocks
03:40
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Two rocks in my stomach
Don’t bring me down
Two rocks in my stomach
Bring my feet up off the ground
Two rocks or maybe more
Eaten two, three times a day
Let me see the countryside
From way up in the sky
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But if I fly
too much/too high
then will I fall?
come crashing to the ground
Then I’ll get pins
stuck in my wings
and I’ll relearn
what it means to be a bird
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Three rocks in my stomach
more like seeds that germinate
three seeds in my stomach
fill my brain with light and heat
Three seeds to discover
four to control
five seeds to touch the sky
and six to hit the floor.
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Tiny Hands
03:02
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Humming all at once
in unison, the tone is constant.
Droning through the air
and into me, they resonate.
One by one they bounce
or march along, though I don’t notice.
Tiny grains of stars and rocks and trees
and birds and me.
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No, I can’t see the cold
or hear the light
or touch the music
but waves and empty space
are holding me together
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Bring me to a place
where I am light, where I am nothing…
the corners of the world
all by myself or just with you.
There, the clocks will spin
or maybe stop altogether -
past and present, future
sliding by all at once.
Break all the mirrors
and let me float peacefully.
Break all the mirrors
and all that’s left is you.
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Fog
03:15
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If there’s one thing that I know
it’s that I have no idea, for sure.
There’s no for sure.
I’m certain that I’ll always never know.
(Maybe.)
If the face of God shone down on me
I’d call it just a sunset or
a shooting star, a baby crying out
for mother’s milk, ohh.
Some they say that we have all we need
within reach of our fingertips.
Others declare the light will fail
to bring us warmth and peace, ohh.
But I’ve seen glimpses of the truth
through broken mirrors and frosted glass.
The images just don’t seem to last
but when I remember I write it down.
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Heave Ho
03:10
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Why don’t you try and fight me
if you always feel I’m railin’ against you
and it’s “oh oh…”
If you talked the walk I’d think that maybe
it was for a reason that you hated me.
“Oh, oh, oh.”
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One down, one to go.
Halfway there but no one knows (or cares).
Deep breaths, take it slow… “oh.”
Heave ho, here we go.
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“Oh, oh, oh,” is not enough
to tell the whole story from
the start to the finish.
“Compromise is just excuses
full of hidden lies!”
(and un-securities. I hide from thee.)
But I don’t wanna know
what goes into the making
‘cause being on the fringe
is almost as fulfilling.
"Oh oh oh…"
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You're Alright
03:58
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I read your essay but my feelings are the same.
You can’t “teach me a lesson” through just words on a page.
Alright?
‘Cause when your mind races your eyes bug out, they get bloodshot.
You say “Is this happening? Is this happening?”
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You’re alright.
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“Today’s not your day,
though tomorrow’s looking bright.
Fighting away the night
leaves you gasping.”
“Convert me, teach me.
Your lefty ideas are washing
over me like a 100-year flood.”
Communication is spinning lines and looms…
Definitions don’t change, but I do, you do, we all do.
I’ll sell you anything that you might think you’d need
if you lend me your ear, friends and countrymen.
Then maybe one day
you’ll be driving in your car -
the windows down,
music blasting.
Then you’ll hit a bump
and you’ll drive into the wall
and all goes black
just like the coming of your Lord.
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