1. |
Mystic Trundle
03:05
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Someone!!
There Was this inveterate dam,
By the hole in the sky,
Came crashing in.
And all the animals came rushing,
For a look could throw,
And a hug was a sin.
But now is a log,
Drifting in.
You’re all dressed up,
And ready for your big day!
The room is well lit
And streams of white hang.
And all that you learned,
You’ve learned from him.
So give him all that you got.
Someone!
I give I give I give,
all I NEEDED
Was something to hold me close,
Who makes sure I get to sleep at night.
Blame it on all,
Or turn it around,
Forgave and gave you’re given,
Don’t turn it down!
Someone!
I gives I give, I gives,
all I NEEDED
Was all of your love,
All of your eyes all of your words
To say I love you all the time!
Today I learned
A love,
And a bit about
Myself,
In the eyes of him.
Like the softest silk touches skin,
In the eyes of him I look up.
Above my head,
Reaching up to see his eyes.
In the eyes of him in the eyes of him,
In the eyes
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2. |
We're Juicing
05:19
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The stars look down,
With gleaming frowns,
For nobody looks up at them.
The night always swarms so lonely.
So I look on my phone,
To ease the moan,
A civilized perturbation.
Everybody may have eased their mind,
All conformed to something rather blind.
Squeeze on!
We’re juicing!
Hello,
What nice clothes you have on.
What to say?
Our clothes are the same,
Our hair is the same,
Our nails are the same,
Inside houses,
feelin kinda pale,
We’re all getting sick up in here.
Did you know? Did you know? We're dying!
And I, and you and I and you,
Don’t tell me I know!
We’re the same.
But we are different?
I read:
everybody somewhere,
may have lost their homes,
But everything is alright... as we know.
Float on,
Down the sea,
Like a crab,
Or a bee.
We are small,
We are big!
We are nothing.
And every body may have lost their mind.
All conformed to something rather blind.
Squeeze in,
We’re juicing.
One,
slurp,
left,
Until,
we’re gone.
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3. |
Timber Follies
02:16
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Timber follies,
All the holly,
Little Christmas families.
Someone told me in summer,
They wished the snow would fall.
The years went by,
Not a passing sign, just nocturnal coats and sleeves.
All the polar bears growled,
Not a fish left down deep,
The sun keeps on rising
as it burns up all the ice rings.
Timber follies,
All the holly,
Little Christmas families.
Merry happy,
All the trees are sappy,
The temperature only raises 2 degrees...
What’s it to you?
All the way across the grey..
It’s melting,
What’s it to you anyway?
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