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Black Book
03:13
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Lukey
02:51
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The young boy was born on the coast of the sea
Of the land of the free, of the land between lesions
The sweet isle of Portugal formed its own city-state
Now all its ports are all underwater again
Time for the snow to arrive on the isle
The tropical isle has never seen snow but there’s
Always a first time for everything under the
Sun, under the sun, then, nothing is new
This little young boy ran for cover inside his house
It had no roof, so he saw the snow fall
It fell and it burned and it burned to no end
An end was no better than no end at all
Run little Lukey, you run from the snow,
The like of which you have never seen before
You might as well let it fall, it’ll fall anyways
What’s the deal, it’s just a little cold, anyways
When the last snowflake had kissed the ground slowly
This little young boy made a comment so rash
“I hate all snow” he said, wiping the snow away,
“Why can’t it all just go vanish like that?”
“And I hate all things that I’ve never seen before”
“I hate all things that are bright and are new”
“And I hate all love and all hope, all good attitude”
“I hate peace, I hate the world and I hate snow, too”
Oh little Lukey, where did your sweet innocence
Go, did it vanish away with the snow
If only you’d waited until the last snowflake
You’d see that there’s nothing so wrong with some snow
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Cigar
03:42
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You took a Drag of your cigarette, disguised as a cigar. I gave a rest to my leveled head, and didn't take it too far. I disguised as a woman, and you were really a man--and I'm here, just sitting, confused, and being amused by your plan to take over the world, though you've taken over mine; and can't I count all the days when the sun won't shine? So I pretend that you're mine?
I see it all on the news, and I know you don't like my kind, and my desire to use you, abuse you, is bigger than what I can hide--so I pretend that you're mine. So I pretend that you're mine?
We'll be family through a legal, regal, inbred wedding. We'll be family if we move Upstate, pretend we're ready. We'll be family when we go out East and risk beheading. We'll be family, but before, let's take it slow and steady.
So I pretend that this cigar you're holding isn't mine.
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Me and You In Prose
02:51
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Move On
05:31
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July 11, 2012
In all honesty, is this a very helpful technique?
Not seeing each other for weeks and for weeks?
Leaving words unsaid, and taking a mile
Yes, I do run away, I run away for a while
Do me a favor and let's cut this off
This is not what we thought it was made out of
I keep hurting you and you just sit there and cry
And while you write your poems, I write my little lullabies
But none of us are tough enough to say it
And you say my name's become expression to your friends
An uncaring, unattentive, disreagarding kind of friend (I am)
It's okay, you can say what you say, just say it
This thing is broken, I don't want it fixed... so portray it
As an innocent little girl who's heart was broken by a man
Who never had oh any time, while time slipped past the second hand
And put the fault all on yourself, and victimize only yourself
While just believing that it's him, it's him it's him
Do me a favor and let's cut this off
This is not what we thought it was made out of
I keep hurting you and you just sit there and cry
And while you write your poems, I write my little lullabies
But none of us are tough enough to say it
Let's move on, let's move on, time is just a band that marches on
They say it heals all wounds, but let's be honest
It won't, since neither one of us is honest
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Fighting Urges Submerged
04:12
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You came into my house and gave me that gone glare
I was dead from the start, before sand seemed to spare
I would sleep for a while, while you watched wide awake
You held onto my heart and howled haunting high hails
Before bearing false witness, our bodies we bore
'Tis the truth today told, that takes me to and fro
And the star on your shirt says the story the
Sprawl splattered over the floor
Fighting urges submerged, behind the closet door
We were wild and were free to fly further than finding
This town in our thoughts
And your kiss killed the consicence our kin clawed in
Rightly wrong, never wrought
And my hair and my face with my hair hushed along
And your hair and your face with your hair hushed along
You knocked in every night, in those star-simmered eyes
I unveiled from the vibe, from the snow-viscid cries
Before bearing false witness, our bodies we bore
'Tis the truth today told, that takes me to and fro
And the star on your shirt says the story the
Sprawl splattered over the floor
Fighting urges submerged, behind the closet door
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Renditions Of O Fortuna
03:11
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From tip to tip, in every bit
That room was glazed in smoke
Creeping and seeping through the walls
Began to take its stoner's
Time. He tried to find a way
To release. Oh inhibitions, sweet inebriate, I pray to rum
And while his father prayed
To cigarette and nicotine
And while his mom prayed to
The Jesus of her memories
He, stood by, and idly cried
To himself. Oh inhibitions, sweet inebriate, I pray to rum
He said goodbye, to the wallflower he held for
Such a long time, hoping to find the root of the
Tree of life. As he gave one last breath towards the
Way of light, where the Rock was a pebble truly.
And as he drove along to
Renditions of O Fortuna
Nascent hallucinations
Of his promised holy land
Instead, began by writing the sequel
In bed. Oh inclinations, sweet conception, I pray to rum
And Speeding through the valley of the shadow of the highway
And coming to his senses
that he shall fear no
Good, he stops, his brother, his hus
band, his son. Oh inclinations, sweet conception, I pray to rum.
He said goodbye, to the wallflower he held for
Such a long time, hoping to find the root of the
Tree of life. As he gave one last breath towards the
Way of light, where the Rock was a pebble truly.
And this was his prayer to whatever was there.
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¾ (The Time For A Waltz)
04:28
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Dear Heavenly Father, who sits up in heaven,
You gave me a sign, that I need to resign
To what I love, to what I want with my life
Dear Heavenly Father…
Dear Heavenly mother, who lies here beside me,
You gave me a curse, and I’ve no way to fight it
I have to leave, to run away from where I am
Dear Heavenly mother…
I mind, I mind what I’ve done to myself
I mind, on those restless nights when I see lights, I
I mind, when it’s I-V-vi-IV all I play
Am I in the key of D or key of A?
Now time turns, and slower than before
Going into ¾
Dear Heavenly conscience, who flutters within me
Please don’t make me stay, I can’t look away
My nightmares turn, slowly to reality
Dear Heavenly conscience…
I don’t want to be near it, or be amiss
Barely can I hear it, a half-step kiss
Is this the scale? Does my drum beat away?
Dear Heavenly father…
Dear Heavenly time… Is this the story
That I love to tell, or that I’ve loved to hear
When taking time, didn’t mean till 3AM
Dear heavenly time…
I mind, I mind when it plays with me
I mind, when it gets so dark that I can see
I mind, when everything’s a minor way
Am I in the key of D or key of A?
Now time turns, and slower than before
Going into ¾
I mind, I mind what I’ve done to myself.
I mind, on those restless nights when I see lights, I
I mind, when it’s I-V-vi-IV all I play
I mind, am I in the key of D or A?
Now time turns, and slower than before
Going into ¾
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ABE New Brunswick, New Jersey
Wispy-voiced, singer-songwriter, with a synth and a pen.
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