1. |
stare
01:17
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instrumental
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2. |
luxkids
04:20
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you were meant to be a constellation.
your eyes: they are constellations,
two stars, guiding me home.
(they are like lights; they are like lights.
headlights, on a road, and i'm a deer.)
your heart is a bright star,
and i'm not afraid when i'm with you.
no, i'm not afraid when i'm with you.
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3. |
drops
02:30
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your voice is like the august wind:
bubbling and turning and twisting in the tide;
it resides in a cage of flowers.
you are the sea and i am but a raindrop.
changing the words so quickly...
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4. |
heater
03:30
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snow drifts down from above
i crawl under the covers and lay down
sleep, sleep, sleep,
calls my space heater as i frown
i woke up today
feeling like something was wrong
and when i got up i swayed
and that's when i knew it was gone
the sun has hidden behind the clouds
snow drifts down from above
i crawl under the covers and lay down
sleep, sleep, sleep,
calls my space heater as i frown
i love the way it just lightly touches the ground
twisting and turning as life goes by like glue
diamonds are coming from the sky on their way down
so i
my space heater
and i
will stay inside
and stay warm and dry
i swear
snow drifts down from above
i crawl under the covers and lay down
sleep, sleep, sleep,
calls my space heater as i frown
i love the way it goes
life drags on as i watch out the windows
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5. |
funnel
01:00
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a funnel for change:
the coin-drain kind.
it's a sibling's race,
but dimes' last ride,
as it clung to sides.
your senses sharp,
as you were young;
your empty pocket,
though not so snug,
made no mental cry.
on a downhill spiral,
we're now the dime.
our threadbare wits
will rip our pockets.
'broke' is the crime.
not to the charities,
downloading ecstasy;
change for change
or so it seemed.
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6. |
thaw
03:54
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people go:
they walk around with their balloons,
to and fro.
today's the day when i went outside and ran:
i ran and ran and didn't stop to say 'hello' or plan.
i just leapt into the summer - i was looking forward.
it wasn't just for me, just imagine what you'd be...
who's someone who'll tell me things will just be okay?
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7. |
where
03:16
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where are whereabouts to mend:
to fix broken bits and dead ends;
are there shelters that still stand
above the sad demands of man?
where? the whereabouts.
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8. |
rime
03:11
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instrumental
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sangfroids De Kalb, Illinois
we compose so you can stay composed;
this is your place to stay lost and safe.
these shelters are made from noise.
we're happy you visit sangfroids' place. <3
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