1. |
Fata Morgana
03:46
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You seem so strong
Chart a future in your words
And it's in your control
I believed in your control
Then your touch stuttered
And I was forced to face the myth of your strength
Your hands trip
Though you blazon they can run
All your stories blazing
Just to blaze out sun by sun
I hate their brightness
There is no myth like the myth of your strength
Still I feel
Your hand
Your hand on the back of my neck
A command
If only
Your hand on my neck
A command
You seemed
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2. |
Balkan Song
05:00
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You clear your throat
It conceals
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3. |
Young
05:54
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It was wild
You looked me up and down
Words were still good then
Stares were still young then
It yawned wide
A chasm of a look
Words were still good then
Stares were still young then
Young, young, young, young
I never was that young
Never was that young
Could you think I embody what you crave
Shameless ease
Make believe I’m untethered
Fit to play along, slack and free
Make believe I’m untethered
Fit to play along, slack and free
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4. |
Jacob
05:13
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Jacob
How you took your hands off the handles of your bike as it flew
Triggered me
To let go
In your sights
My reverence eradicated for that habit I have
Of clinging, abject, to all things
Undone, undone, now done
It breaks in you
Jacob
Our balance degenerated
I fell back on my crutch
Unseen, doting, devoted
Undone, undone, until
It breaks in you
And there was nothing more to want
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5. |
Dart
05:43
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How to aim
For some mark among many easily confused names
In this world
I don't know
There’s a reckless need that preys on me where I go
What’s my target
I’ll watch for one cue
Do you want it
I’ll want it too
If you want it
Nose to ground
Like a bloodhound I pick up the scent of your interest
And then track it
Follow close
Every glance is a trail leading me direct to
My desires
And I want it too
If you want it
I want it too…if
Help me take aim
Help me take aim
Your choice makes my choice
Beams as a beacon
I’ll be guided
We’ll all be guided
I want it too
If you want it
Your choice my choice
Beams as a beacon
That surrender
How to aim
For some mark among many easily confused names
In this world
I don’t know
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