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Sylows
05:12
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The slowdown-boy began to run
Became the race, and then he won
Love isn’t figured out, and it’s the greatest of our infatuations
So stop explaining wholes, not all mystery needs an explanation
In the name of peace, enough with the scene
Spilled the ink – came a word
Arms to wings became the bird
We talked a lot today, spoke out the curves until they were straight,
we talked a lot today
Hey mom, I’ve got a little theory to prove, about all the heart can do
I’ve got a little theory to prove-
“Slow down, boy.”
“We’ll be fine, I can fly it, because in mind I’m a pilot.”
Love isn’t figured out, but found in the saturation
My cup is the Substitute’s, who drank mine dry in my station
“But I’m a pilot.”
“Inside”
“I can fly it.”
“In mind.”
…Hey mom, I’ve no more theories to prove about all the heart can do, now that there is truth:
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the word was God. He was with God in the beginning. All things were created through Him, and apart from Him not one thing was created, that was created. Life was in Him, and that light was the Light of men. That light shines in the darkness yet the darkness did not (*withstand) overcome it…”
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2. |
Alas
02:58
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Spring is in the air, aroma
Blood is also there, blastoma
Call everything by its right name
In cahoots over and under the blood stain
Suffice to say, we bite like cannibals
Bearing teeth, unhinging mandibles
For all our knowledge we still don’t understand:
ghost riding or leaning on the kickstand
Strife with each other is against You, rebellion
What You’ve made one we’ve made two, like hellions
There is a fire that comes from the tongue, and one that touches the lips
If the Ladder, then Alas! An Alliance between the ships
No hands on my bicycle
Holding steady turning my kaleidoscope
Sticks with no bend are easily snapped
You don’t get the right place with the wrong map
I hide in You from me, You’re my house
Can’t hide what’s in me from You, it comes out
I dirtied Your clothes, You cleaned mine
Still sinful, yet Justified at the same time
There was a movie filmed by my house
There is a man killed for my spouse
There was a dog buried where the kids play
There was quiet shadow there for the kid’s sake
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3. |
Wolfboy Pt3
05:33
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Come see the books on my shelf
there, there
they’re the same as/everyone else(where) come meet us there…
where the dusty hooks and dirty looks converge
wordplay, to keep you safe
on the mountain, couldn’t find him
and I looked and looked, and all it took
was shutting off the lights
when I found him, no sounds then
just a pounding, surrounding
and I kept him safe in the worst place
by turning on the lights
this is not the first time I’ve been cold
which one’s the heart and which one’s the stone?
and I don’t know if I have grown
which one is dark if I can’t see the glow? Both?
The moon’s not the source of its light
And I don’t want to think of the wrong thing as right
And I might be up for a Ghost story tonight
because You alone have the words to life
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4. |
Groanings
05:16
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Marbles rolling on the floor
Taking off the clothes I’ve worn
What do I have that’s really mine?
I’m not my own I’m free this time
Uncommon grace and divine election
Pulling off the claws with new affections
The expulsive power of allotted perfection
Bruised and battered but loose, You have my attention
Ideas on the melting plate
I wasn’t much for thinking straight
I thought of things that didn’t exist
But what didn’t exist was thinking of me
Now the wind took my list and scaly eyes began to read, to see
Hallowed, Hallowed
Like fire fears the water
Like a tree fears the ax, You make me fear like that
You spoke and laid Your card’s down
Approached and switched my heart out
I remember when the idea was fresh, and though it was so long ago I must see it’s consummation
Back into the book clothed in regret
Sometimes it’s harder to remember what I can’t forget
Where else would I go if You’re the only way?
I’d make myself homeless in any other place
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5. |
Conclusions and Results
04:48
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Silver needle and thread, I pushed it through the cloth
Sewing on all the buttons and tying off all the knots
Proving real illusions
Of the earth you are the salt
And I’m depending on conclusions and relying on results
All unnecessary fences will be pushed into the ground
Cynical, misshapen corners, I’m trying to make them round
Ahead are all the last things
In the first place can’t get it right
The only way to fix broken glass is to have made it out of ice
We almost had it, but we didn’t understand it
The truth is in the illusion
But the truth is no illusion
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6. |
Bluer
02:50
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Don’t want to decide which one’s are true
Second first time on the things you do
Without a shot your arrow went through
Now I can feel about the things you do
Bigger than me – much bigger than all of us
A lot to see – Please, come make fun of us
The same old ruse
It rains all the time – I’m as blue as you (…all)
Little did I care you’re not mine to choose
Didn’t stop my striding from pursuit
Without a shot your arrow went through
Self-skewered heart high on the things you do
Now all the above is far removed
What then was ‘love’ was found to be a mood
Without a thought my marrow soaked through
Now I appeal all the things I do
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7. |
Hitchhiker
02:42
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I found an angel
who found me first
and it was fine
I found an angel
who started an engine
and it was fine
I found an angel
and I felt it’s wing
and it started up
moved a little like a painting
and then took off
and I wondered how the colors smelled
I found an angel
Who found me first
Anything but fine
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