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mo(u)rning
04:12
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you laugh on guard but you don't speak the same
you're counting all your bones until the juror does the same
but if it's like the karma owed then don't expect to see them run
the hour hand's on the mouth, the minute's on the gun
and then montauk comes and frees you of the weight
it's not what you foresaw, but baby that's okay
so often dark, but not dark deep enough
for putting on the shade, or putting it aside
it filled the channel once, now it doesn't look as tough
it's something that you're owed, it's something small undone
now baby's breath fills pockets in the bay,
you're tossing them like rice, it's landing in the hay
please please hold the breath you take
a look into the belle that keeps your name
soft inside before the mo(u)rning came
now fully-clothed in what keeps you awake
if the money's gone and the story stops,
who's there to hold your head? the hay is turning taupe
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teeth
04:40
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so don't run your mouth; grim and spoken what
trimming down to white, knuckles bare on bone
forming words, cross your t's dot your eyes, listen to me
wear the molar down, talk the absence out
like to speak in turn, wear the molar through
sparsely brought to a head, hear or not the understated
you might start to watch your steps like they're hanging on to less and less
it's a high-risk, low-reward kind of stress; and here's to another body pressed
you're pressed up, regressed, and graceless
score your fuss out loud, make the sound you store
seemed expecting much, now borne right through the floor
free up space, open more, wide awake and aching for the kind of thought that brings you rest
prim and taut, stiff at the neck
so just shut your mouth
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pining
02:32
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i wanna know you - one i'm stepping over, one i'm caught inside
within an armspan, several flocks of clovers, a six-sided die
start to rub your eyes, pinkies crossed in mine, a hoop i'm jumping through
it's a simple thought to go and try and trace this part of me
while i'm dawning on some truth, light blue
make a fuss, tell me i'm fine in finding where my bonnie lies
make me feel like i'm alright
and if the shoe fits, i'm gonna tie the knot tight, right around your ankle
we'll wear ourselves out like the bottom-feeding, nervous sense i'm feeling
start to rub your eyes, pinkies crossed in mine, you're who i'm listening to, one i'm pining through, set my sights on you
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belfry
03:45
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it forms near you, honey, left by blankets and sheets
your life's the black widow, crawling up on the knee
and you're strong arming matthew to take you to the beach
it's like i said, i don't recall or retrace my steps,
i don't care what happens next, whether or not i lose my neck
your mouth's on the border of aquamarine and cerulean blue bird, or something in between
and that sky doesn't open dear, and the sky's not an ocean here so if you'd rather line the stars up nice, all alphabetic, however you want, then leave what brought you near
i don't care what happens next, i won't even take a step, i'll climb up the belfry set, you'll never see my face again, i don't care what happens next
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(w)rest
04:56
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twice now, you've ran your head against mine, i need to wash my hands now, i need to run the numbers through my eyes and down my arms and legs
a burner, conflagrating something, i didn't mean it, trust me, i didn't mean it, something is bound to happen sometime
i'll make a note to trap myself in somewhere safer, somewhere warm and soft like, the confidence in nothing, because nothing ever happens, but something has to happen
half a pound a human heart, fifteen weeks for breath to start, waiting on your body parts
god is in the making i make when you are closer by, patient bashful love of mine
grabbing at my hair again, pulling ends in both your hands like strings or Atropos' bands
a column where your spine should be, rows of solemn prayer beads, in your mouth like tiny teeth
it doesn't fade in timing like a word repeated several times - you'll know the phrase like pantomime
god is in the making i make when you are closer by.
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hail, mary recommends:
just found this one and damn football is a great track.
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such an amazing collection of songs. some of the most beautiful stuff out there.
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divorce lawyers i shaved my head
by jordaan mason and the horse museum
classic album. really hasn't gotten old or aged at all. some of the most visceral music i've ever heard regarding the subject matter jordaan tackles here.
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Introspective, homespun folk tunes from John Donne that feel informed by the sugary bleakness of '80s and '90s indie pop.
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Once Upon A Time In Montréal
by Murray A. Lightburn
The folk artist explores grief through these smooth and soulful tracks.
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Hell on Church Street
by punchbrothers
A re-envisioning of Tony Rice's classic album "Church Street Blues" from Brooklyn progressive bluegrass quartet Punch Brothers.
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