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Molasses
06:19
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There's a light to behold
I can break the hold
And we fell in this this hole
That we shouldn't have crossed
And there's nothing lose
The tree's are shaking me loose
Life size pictures of the
Life I used to love
Bright and clear as the
Life I live in this room
Shape shift to a ghost
Silhouettes like dreams
How I loved the sounds
They can't be the ones
Why
Do
They
Ask
Why
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2. |
Phone Ring
05:36
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Wish I was caught after dark in a sundown town
Hope my inhaler can catch my breath on the way down
Drunk from a vagrant’s cup of change just to see his frown
Throwing daggers with your eyes doesn’t warrant a smile
I am I
He shouts that I am I
But my eyes cry
Cause I don’t think I’m gonna make it
To the eye of the storm
Loe and behold
My exterior, So Tall and Cold
And wiry
Why be controlled
By a device so small and handheld
And can fit in your pocket
Cause hell in a cell phone is
Guiding me through life
Staring at the white light of a screen
A cruel divide between me & discomfort
Anticipating a message reply that’ll never come
This wrestling match I have with myself
When I can see the world through google street view
Never leaving the comfort of my home
Never leaving the comfort of my phone
With my head in my pocket
My eyes never crane to the cruel light
Towering mass of brown skin
My eyes serve as the streetlights
And I won't cry
Seventeen years in cruel light
All the signs pressed into my skin
The ultimate merchandise is life
No credit
Bad Credit
You can pay with life
Discard of your phones for they take your lives
Hypocrites speak facts
But they don't implement them in their own lives
Your phone is the one
Who feeds you
Don't wanna get all
Ted Kaczynski on you
The sleeper cell wants
To contact you
No vessel to speak through
The membrane has moved
Your phone is the one
Who feeds you
Wouldn’t wanna get all Unabomber on you
The sleeping cell
Has to contact you
No Vessel to speak through
It’s you they will lose
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3. |
Introvert's Prison
05:15
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I’m not sure
If I’ll ever be able to
Escape from the solitude
Of Introvert’s Prison
I’ve Invested time
In Conversation
But for now I am
Cast onto the brink
Of discussion
On the cusp of interaction
But what should I say?
Or what should I do?
I’m in sea monkey heaven
With not a soul to speak to
It’s a freezing shack of darkness
Better to be silent
Than be gored in conversation
Captured as a mind’s crude afterthought
The dark light planted on my face
And I felt nothing but the shame and disgrace
of inaction
It’s so cerebral but it feels so somatic
And I can’t quite retrieve the schematic
I can’t quite receive the schematic to a good conversation
Sordid actions come about
I need a ladder from the depths
Someone to pull me out
I’d throw my burdens over their shoulders and turn my back
And I won’t speak through Speech
Because
This might cost you
All his potential lost to you
When he opens his mouth
And the words fall, into your ears
And allure slowly falls away from her
But at the expense of all the others the taps run cold
*+*+*+**+*+*+*+*++*+***+*+++*+*+**++*+*++*
Now that we have wiped the slate clean
I’d like no mention of me
When the sky is dead and on the ground
I’m not proud and I’ve got minimal pride
Filled by humble sighs
Quiet and modest throughout life
Flower Jazz Palace of Strife
And my tongue floats in the middle of my mouth
There comes a time when you should grab the knife
And use it as a tool of reconciliation
Rather than a weapon of cruel evasion
An entire life of love
Speak loudly
Speak Clearly
Speak Proudly
Speak with purpose and conviction
Of all things
I have mentioned today
I must say..
I force myself to speak often
To gain upward motion
In social construction
(haha) I’m just kidding
It's just an attempt to
Make Friends
Failed
Mired in love yet admired by none
An entire life struggling above
Soaked through the floor with eternal blood
An eternal life struggling because
Procrastination takes the best of me
Decomposed composure unintentionally
When you ascend, don’t forget me
Clinging to life & I can’t commit to nothing
I’ve never seen the,
I'll never greet the sun
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4. |
Xertz
04:26
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Oh you slow down
You want to know how I
Look out, Look in
Into my head
Into my head
It will not scream
It will not shout
Into my head
Into my head
All these things you know
Turning inside out
Shake your bones
They kill, turn me inside out
Oh you slow down
you want to know how I
Look out
Look in
Into my head
Into my head
It will not scream
It will not shout
Into my head
Into my head
All these things you know
Turning inside out
All your bones
Shake me, they turn me inside out
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5. |
Bossa's Bomb
05:59
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Bound to local sunlight
Set on his path as the crow flies
He’s in the shed
Components strewn about
Working it all out
You’ve read about it
In a publication
Seemed so distant
Won't seem so
When it's crawling up your wrist’s hand
*imagine a scene for the time being
Stone faced captured by a plastic camera
Manufactured stories under banal code names
Rational justified by interior fictions
Caught in the drift nets of an infamous system
He’s met all strife with iron conviction
Convictions brought forth by grand jury decisions
His tale should serve as precautionary
The timeless tale of young failed revolutionaries
I’ve tried to synthesize this story to yours
And I’ve come to realize
You're a walking dirty bomb
Ready to go off
And throw nails into my arm
You wouldn't have made it here
Into our (lauded/turgid) cabal
I CAN'T!
See what you meant by that
I DON'T!
Know what you meant by that
WHEN YOU SAID!
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Odd Cadre Albany, New York
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