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Child Learns
02:52
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I am a starving child
I don't have much to do
I just long for the bookish one with the mountains clear in view
Once I went to her fortress
With nothing but the clothes on my back
And she would just take care of me
Not caring that my brain was all cracked
Now I'm just the splintered one
Shelved and laid down on the rack
Once we went through the skylight
The clouds were filmed and flimsy through
The sun glazed every piece of glass
And it slowly turned to you
And she would just take care of me
Not caring that my brain was all cracked
Now I'm just the splintered one
Shelved and laid down on the rack
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Bookworm/Flowery
03:51
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You live in a mountain of books where the pages are the carpet and the bindings are crooks
No one ever sees you my friend
No one ever sees you again
You litter through the cryptics like a wriggling worm, where the sun shines down and around to your head
You'd rather nook and crouch by the wall
But the books offer much or nothing at all
You might be one or two or three but certainly not the one that I held once before, no no, you might just be more
But you wisp through me
Are you the one that escaped from me?
You slowly step on polished tiles with clicking clopping tiny shoes that echo a while
But you don't stop for me
Just keep walking slowly and surely
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Kid Would Kill
03:36
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It's because you've yet to see into the way you cut your food
It's because you've yet to be the person that you thought you should
It's because the blankets that you need are wrapped around my ankles
And the buzz you left inside my ear is simply hard to replicate here
Help me come to
Kid would kill to sleep in deserts soft and wrinkled somehow
Kid would fix the puzzle pieces littered all over the places we were
It's above the things I lifted up to meet up with your eyes
It's above the things I made you see that were too hard to try
Just turn your head for one last second with a trying look
And then I'll sit and feel the same to die, to die, to die, to die, to die
Help me come to
Kid would kill to sleep in deserts soft and wrinkled somehow
Kid would fix the puzzle pieces littered all over the places we were
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Study
03:30
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Mugs
03:12
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You pick and preach and fill yourself up
Like lizards scuffling all in the rough
I'd rather take my blocks out of me
And set them on a surface level with my knees
I'd climb a couple hexagonal walls for you
If you'd know just what that would do
I'm building cricket houses in your kitchen
But nothing could dislodge that stuff from your ear
We were once a couple of mugs
I can see how you construct your conscience
As if you had the tools to do so
I've got a pretty good head on my shoulders
I've got a toolbox full of trash if you want to visit
Put down your animals and go for a walk
I know the terrain is jagged and rough
I'd carry you over here, there's no doubt
If you'd take down your electric fence
We were once a couple of mugs
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Notes you wrote for me to find 3 years from then
Glued and wrapped around my head so I can see again
Sinister angelic wren, when will you speak my name?
When will you speak my name?
Kitten paws & lizard claws wrapped up in a cloth
Laying down in sunny bliss as some heart wants to call
Wooden shelves around the room will creak yet stand tall
When will you speak my name?
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Bookbeat
03:23
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Spineless I was, yes I was yes I was
Timeless we were, no we weren't, no we weren't
And now I don't know where I am
And now you, you're everything
I am to blame, I have shame, this is true my friend
But like a book, I'll read to the end
You'll take a drolling stroll with no tolls on your soul
And I'll just sit right here, drawing on my fingers
Kindness you had, certainly certainly
A mess I am, clean me up clean me up
And still I am covered in shit
So what have I got to give?
I am to blame, I have shame, this is true my friend
But like a book, I'll read to the end
You'll take a drolling stroll with no tolls on your soul
And I'll just sit right here, drawing on my fingers
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Brain
04:24
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The pale lit tiles, they call for me
And so I come to see the array
The people mill, they make their fates
And maybe one is looking towards me
Have you seen the soul I'm missing now?
I would love to sit in the sun and let the buildings call me all around and shade me to none
Just throw your things around the yard and wait for me to draw my card
I'm waiting here, inside my head
Thinking that you might walk on by
My head is dark, my head is strange
So I put a yellow shirt on.
Fix my collar, if it means your hand is closer to my
Brain
The sun shines down, still, around your frills
The ones that choose to sit and take a rest on your back
It's fine, I'm sure your insects are well fed on your desk
...But where did my mind go?
But where did my mind go?
But where did my
Brain
But where did my mind go?
But where did my mind go?
But where did my
Brain
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Problem
05:55
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I am not your problem to fix
Must have been the way I said it
When I said I meant it this time
When I said I meant it this time
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Goodbyenary Code
06:08
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The saints don't know, think in stereo
Just because somethings (here) doesn't mean it's not (there)
Come to terms right now, close your eyes
Just because you think my mouth is filled with ink doesn't mean I'm wrong
I'm not to be forgotten
Tilt your head back now
Close your eyes
I marked you when you left, now I am bereft
Can you bring it back?
And so here is the end, our colors cease to blend
I'd put us on a painting
Turn your head back now, turn the time
And yes I know you're shy, and I don't mean to pry, but can I say goodbye?
Can I say goodbye?
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Basic Printer Nashville, Tennessee
experimental synthpop from Nashville, TN
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