1. |
Safe
03:21
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cool my skin
paint my nose
water my eyes
how can we
learn
to love a pale white sky?
I was scared to leave my room
soft and warm
I cannot wait to paint all shiny again
and my mind
is my home
so I make it
a safe place to be
body
mind
and my dream world with her
how can we
learn
to love the leafless trees?
I was scared to leave my room
soft and warm
I cannot wait to paint all shiny again
and my mind
is my home
so I make it
a safe place to be
home
la la la la la
I cannot wait to paint all shiny again
and my mind
is my home
so I make it
a safe place to be
safe place to be
safe place to be
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2. |
Recurring
03:48
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I get paid to read
I get paid to drink coffee
I get paid to look paintings through the glass
through treetops and bottoms
icy green against burgundy
I get paid to smile
I get paid to tell everyone hello
I get paid to breathe in everything I’m feeling
it’s not always what we want
and the sculpture reflected in the evergreen
and the evergreen eternally recurring x3
eternally recurring x3
The courtesy of time
the current seems to sweep me off my feet again
I’m currently realigning what’s in important
barefoot in the river bed
my own grace reflected in the water
and the water glass magically refilling
magically refilling
I get paid to read
I get paid to drink tea
I get paid to be engulfed in travertine
formed by hot springs
and the gold reflected from the ceiling
and the ceiling ever-changing
ever-changing
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3. |
My body held
01:16
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4. |
Reminder
03:54
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la la la la
wish me luck x3
when I go deep
which me luck x3
my soul
dying plants
the cat enjoys to munch on
la la la la
but
I need the reminder x4
the chills are back x4
soaring birds and insects seems to float along the sky line
proceeding down the incline
growing, growing, growing, growing, growing, growing gone
la la la la la la la
wish me luck x3
when I go deep
which me luck x3
my soul
kiss me like a wave does when it laps the dampened sand
someday I will find you
the test of time withstands
but
I need the reminder x4
the chills are back x4
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5. |
Bike in the Woods
02:38
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no one needs to understand
I don't understand
small room
lots of eyes
we were green girls in the spotlight
I listen to songs
let's bike in the woods
embrace sun rays
throw a party on the porch
just being
broken heart
my reflection slowly cracking
seven years
broken mirrors
something-ness in nothing
i want nothing left of me but me
let's bike in the woods
embrace sun rays
throw a party on the porch
just being
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6. |
Think, think, think
03:35
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no, I haven't come to some great conclusion
except the schism
it was a conscious decision to come home
a decision to leave
and in between a hazy memory
like wildfires blazing in the distance
the smoke, mystic
fades the mountainscape
fields of
forget-me-nots align my thoughts
and suddenly
I'm exactly who I'm meant to be
It's the first time in a long time
I can think, think, think, think, think of it at all
the first time in a long time
It's been years since I've had fears of good things ending
'cause they do
and at the ending they'll be tears
from my swollen eyes I see a world that's water more than land
I see your pretty eyes
like dust from tiny grains of sand
It's the first time in a long time
I can think, think, think, think, think of it at all
the first time in a long time
I've behaved a certain way within the past few days
where nothing seems in disarray and
everything is golden
sunset, sunrise
the forward and the rewind
I'm alive
and it's beautiful outside
It's the first time in a long time
I can think, think, think, think, think of it at all
the first time in a long time x3
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flowering ground Seattle, Washington
biomorphic noodling
playful soundscapes akin to brushstrokes
sank into the spring
afternoon, my body held
by flowering ground
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