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Well I've tried to hold on
Even when, the night was dawn
All for not, I am alone
Forsaken my own home
And so I learned to call out
Even when, my shadows doubt
What I got was no surprise
I saw birds first, then sunrise
So now I'll try to let you in
Even when, I've closed again.
Like a flower, I am too-
It means we'll open when day is new
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The world is full of people who are brilliant and strong
But sometimes that doesn't cut it;
Things can still go so wrong.
You can get it, get it, get it, get it together
And still wonder where we belong.
We collectively sustain a broken bridge
Because it keeps us at work
And on our feet as controlled by the elite.
Which is why we all need each other
To glue the pieces of this broken bridge together
To see new sights.
To live new lives.
So that the dying dreams of a billionaire may never survive.
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The cancer scare found me too
And all the times we got high seemed to be so low.
You're cycling faster than I can on this shit bike.
Whoever stole those bikes of mine likely aren't happy.
I said, "what's bigger than fear is the fear of fear."
You said, "but that's still just fear."
We've heard that progression before.
You know the feeling.
You know the feeling.
(I just got a text from Jefre Cantu-Ledesma)
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Look at all these happy me's
Lucky to be
The citizenry of
My heavenly kingdom
None of them brainwashed by
Filthy outsiders' abominable lies
That I'm some kind of evil guy
Why would I subject my subjects to such dreck?
Hence, there's no World Wide Web
Nobody minds
They're all too busy just trying to
Cope with famine and disease
No anesthesia
In my North Korea
Where I'll never feed ya
Lovin' the juche way
(Arirang!)
Pour me some Henne
Before I go on teli
Hey
Today is my birthday so
Hey
Though you're all thirsty
Say
Just how much you love D.P.R.K.
Hey
It's always my birthday so
Hey
Though you're all thirsty
Stay
You know you can't leave anyway
My fellow comrades
Say just how much you love D.P.R.K.
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(Humming)
You don't say hi to me so I don't say hi to you
You won't smile at me so I won't smile at you
So, so what's next?
So, so what's next?
I see you standing there, you see me standing here.
Thoughts of approaching you are filling me with fear.
So, so what's next?
So, so what's next?
So, so what's next?
In the scheme of things I will never
though my heart it stings
and my paranoia's chasing me
Although we both must know
That we are far too stubborn to ever let our feelings show.
Sometimes I find that I'm talking to myself.
If I said something wrong so much for mental health.
Why'd I say that?
Why'd I say that?
I look over at you seeming so calm and cool
If I go talk to you, I'll look like such a fool.
So I won't go
So I won't go
So I won't go
I will let you be
We may never Get the chance to see
If a conversation builds to shatter
All we thought we knew.
If you do not say hi to me, then I will not say hi to you
and I will not say hi to you and I will not say hi to you.
(humming)
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Ian Griffith - Cape Horn
04:20
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White Salmon and cape horn.
Do I regret coming north?
Morning shall break soon over my frail frame.
Hope I find solace and I pray.
Oh I do.
It's 3am of uncut joy
Streets they shake while my mind moans.
Bottom feeding on hopes and your uncut jokes.
Bottom feeding on joy and uncut jokes.
Echoes from the moment;
a distant age.
Until the quiet comes
I sleep away the day.
Your touch always comes like a strike.
Keep me awake, a fever dream.
Keep me awake, I'm somewhere lost between.
It's 3am of uncut joy
Streets they shake while I moan.
Bottom feeding on hopes and your uncut jokes.
Bottom feeding on dreams and uncut jokes.
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Let’s not even ask how all this trouble came to pass,
or how it came to be that you see me as an enemy
Well there you go telling me what I already know-
did you forget I know things that haven't happened yet?
Do what you need to do to kill whatever's eating you
and I'll try to be alright but I dream about it every night
So leave me be, I just don't have the energy to lead you on-
I can see when something good is gone.
Well I don't want to fight, I just wanna hear you say I'm right.
So tired of keeping score-
fuck it, I can't do this anymore.
Well there you go telling me what I already know-
like you forgot I can hear you thinking every thought.
So leave me be-
this is literally killing me
alright I was wrong, I can see when something good is gone.
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I’m just looking for some kind of answers, you know, some kind of advice. I want to become wise; I want to learn about the way things are. Maybe there’s someone out there who can show me the way.
You don’t need to learn; advice is not what you need.
You must unlearn all things of which you took heed.
I guess I’m not really sure what you’re saying by that. So I should stop reading books, stop learning from people? I’d say I’m a very passionate person -- very passionate about learning. I’m a scholar; I’m a student of life. I’m looking for some meaning, and I can’t find meaning by forgetting everything that I know. Can I?
You are at fault already in your search for meaning.
You must too stop the search and start the process of weaning
Yourself from the knowledge you suckle within,
And know that the end is where you begin,
For the start, the middle, and end are all one,
And one, of course, is not one without none.
Thanks, I appreciate the poetry and the esoteric ideas, to a degree. Your words remind me of something one of my baby-sitters used to say: "if you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading." But to be honest, I still don't get it.
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Jung Body - SFAFWIAISATH
03:30
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I want you different but it's not what I want to mean.
I think what I mean is just bleach yourself clean,
I know you're still pure but I want you in season.
I know it's fucked in the head but the only way I can get up from bed,
it seems as if I change you for no reason.
So before you dye yourself red with only spite in your head,
think if it's worth all the blood and self treason,
and before you run away please just let me say I never thought
that change would be so even.
Oh Rosalie you broke the machine, you spilled water on the deleter.
All I wanted was an abuser but she broke my computer
and now I'm stuck logged on as the only user.
But oh I get this shock every time that it turns off and the tones she typed never seem to lose their impression.
It's like she doesn't mean that she hates it when I'm not clean,
but instead she hates that to me she's just an expression.
Oh little bell I hope this finds you well and the heroin
that you shoot up gives you some feeling.
I'm afraid you're too far gone so instead of calling I wrote you a song,
to say I hope in your bones there is still meaning
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Walking down a path
My body's been here before
The view, it makes me tremble all over.
Oh, the peace is overwhelming.
Now I have to leave.
You no longer serve us
In fact you never did.
I was manipulated
In thinking I had nothing to give.
But I do.
So I came here
A good place to hide and take it easy
And in other ways, die inside.
Sometimes you see it in another
You are reminded to live
And what you have to give is true
true
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Chantal Acda - For David
03:09
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Looking at the fragile and the work we left untouched, Holding on to anything that still doesn't feel lost.
Up and down the stairs where our feet could still touch This soil underneath desperate to loose sight.
Ooh we lost touch; Times we will not see, How to keep track When I don't see.
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