1. |
Sola
03:28
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2. |
Same Dream
05:03
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Beaches of sight pulse light
To blood in my eyes
But no need to metaphorize
We live learning far from the lectern
And life's the same dream
A theater changing scenes
A newness that breaks
In salty tide waves
Deadlines next year I fear
And details planned right
O I feel so chastised
The thin buzz of "Him"
Laughing ground and sky
Life's the same dream
A theater changing scenes
A newness that breaks
In salty tide waves
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3. |
Take Me To The Place
03:54
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Anodyne, halcyon
Set in, like the face of a Scantron
Saccharine in the warmth of the sun
Waiting for someone
Crenulate memories,
Tucked like the lostness of panties
Feeling at their edges for clues
While waiting for you
So tell me that you want me
I’m just a piece of your heart babe
And I will be back down on the ground
Where you are
So tell me that you want me
Aerial, overwrought
Up on the mesa of bad thought
And there I’m just a hastening thing
But you pull me down easy
Crinoline Chatterley
Squaring the mind and the body
But always I’m on fire for you
Just like the Bruce tune
So tell me that you want me
I’m just a piece of your heart babe
And I will be back down on the ground
Where you are
So tell me that you want me
I got you working to your favorite song
Steady bumping all night long
Similac at your tongue
What you do want
Say that you want me
And stop - we’re ripping your sarong
Steady bumping all night long
Like similac I’m at your tongue
What you do want
Say that you want me
Tell me that you want me
I’m just a piece of your heart
And I will be back down on the ground
Where you are
So tell me that you want me
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4. |
Cast Her Gait
04:21
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Winter’s a fur
Wrapping a mane around her
Until she’s tucked
And when summer returns
She's frozen and wane
In the cold breath of a Starbucks
Where the world calls her name
"Hey babe!"
And she's still the answer
You're never going to hear
But it's a bad dream to be her baby
That always recurs
Watch her
Cast her gait
Her mind's a line
To body bait
You’re weak for casted gait
Love is a pill,
Bitter in the meantime,
Sweet when there's new men
Living to give a new thrill
She’s fresh like a new line
A torso can feel so cold
When there's others callin' her name
"Hey babe!"
To her a mirror's a frame of passive glass
Music is marching, restless brass
And it’s a weird dream to be her baby
Feeling the way I do
Watch her
Cast her gait
Her mind's a line
To body bait
You're weak for casted gait
I stand like a man on jelly canes
But if not for her jelly brain
I'd weep for casted gait
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5. |
Easy Kill
04:45
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I only hear “I don't mind”
“Nevermind”
I only hear “I don't care”
About any care
Whistling with the shade ascending
"Can't", "won't", "never", "no".
I hear the words
That keep us thinking low
I want us be someone
I want us be someone who
Builds a pitched home in the country
Of a land we never knew
I only hear “I don't mind”
“Nevermind”
I only hear “I don't care”
About any care
Whistling with the shade ascending
I can tell by the way they start
To cinch their eyes, to pick our words apart
I want us to be someone
I want to us to be someone who
Slaps the pink face of a man when
He tells you that your shit ain’t true
Start with me
Our path is straight
Let's die by rules that we create
And I say it's god
This one feeling I get
When all world's still
And life's an easy kill
We're in pure space
Idle on the rungs
Earth is a place
Set against the suns
But how does one face
The lofty fears of
Feeling like we've just begun?
Stop, cause I’m feeling like we could
Drop off for good
All we had was scrap wood
Basing where we’ve stood
(Basing the shakiness where we’ve stood)
And darling, you say
You’ve never been alone
It’s just something to be
To become someone
Idling, we stay
Only where we know
In the clutch of a fear
To become someone
I only hear “I don't mind”
The air begins to taste like bark
I only hear “I don't care”
The final city lights turn dark
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6. |
In Space, Distilled
02:43
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7. |
Lavender
03:39
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The freshness of water
The scent of lavender
Her simple pleasures
Her oxygen, her lumenal
She says she wants to be sublime
I tell her drink
You're thirsty all the time
And every day a piece of her goes
But she stays beautiful
We watch the news
Drumming through the room
The experts muse
Becoming realer, true
Between my calls to tell her life
Over and over
And when she speaks
Every word is made round
'Cause I give them weight
Till there's thunder all around
The world is fouler everyday
But she stays beautiful
You go like it's any day
Like nothing at all
Dutiful
We stay right
Where we held her gaze that night
It's pain
It's mad
It's beautiful
And here we are
A language we don't know
Words of death
Spoken dumb and slow
But we find that we can say anything
And it's all due to her
And here we are,
The warmth of other suns
On our backs, we're making our fun
They say we ought to be afraid
But how can we
When she stayed beautiful?
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8. |
Bouquet
01:35
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I’m seeing a torn world
Patches where I lose myself to her
She’s a bouquet
Flowering over
And I’m an airline
Taking off
Feeling like a ghost limb
The places that she touched I lost to her
And she’s doing fine
Just like I told her
And I’m a bouquet
Drying up
Cause here it’s like an old must
Grey against flush color of her
And she’s just the same
Beauty is her
And I’m like the shirt
She’s taking off
Meet me in the ocean
Losing ourselves we don't know what could happen
But she’s figured out
Cool and comely
And I’m at the flame
Drying up
And she’s with the sun
She’s dipping over
The horizon line
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9. |
Her Vernacular
06:36
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Beauty, cause she is granular
There's no end I see to her
I've learned to see things as I see her
Blooming, rhizomatic world
Then, it used to be like
A smooth indica high
Losing myself with the girls I'd try
Now, with the woman I know
I urge for ways to show
I really am myself with her alone
No reverence for sleep
Everyday, a shorter day
To bite the flesh of life
Harder for me and her
Beauty in her vernacular
Every sound she makes is hers
I've learned to hear things as I hear her
Rising symphonies in turn
Then, when life was a sin
A room to be called in
Staring at the chipping on the tin
Now, we're out from the cut
With all this space for us
We cannot see the home we used to truss
No reverence for sleep
Wake them, away with them
We bite the flesh of life
Harder, me and her
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Face of Man Brooklyn, New York
Alex Silva music
2010-2017
overstuffed pop
emo rnb
jams
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