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The Forefront
02:38
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Anthocyanin
03:36
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She asks me kinda raspy if it’s good
If it has me feeling happy, like it should
With her hair she looks so bare despite the dark
I just stare, I can only stare at her to start
I wanna scream
That I don’t know
That I cant speak
That I won’t show
How so empty
My brain is,
Not inane it simply tries
I feign the thoughts to attain a sought-after guise
That I’m indeed real, a sweet deal, emotionally available
I guarantee it’ll be me to feel a notion that is malleable
And in the bedsheets I get ready to nearly cry
And she lets me, stops to pet me, asks me why
Such a simple question
Why can’t I answer the question
And at the grocery store
I grossly mourn the price of grapes
Draped in dust and, before I could ignore it, out escapes
A great big sigh and, why are reds so high end?
I don’t have my Ralphs Card
They got more anthocyanin
Now I don’t even want to buy them
So I stopped crying, mopped my eye things
And mustered my audacity
I locked eyes, then dropped mine, too flustered, a catastrophe
“Ok,” you say, you patiently wait
I betray you again and again
And I break, I take way to long to say, utter under weight
“I’m sorry I don’t like you,
No worries its a fight you
Were never really in,
And never had a chance
I never really meant for this to well, advance
And I’m sorry for my brain
And I’m sorry to explain
This inconvenient reality
This bitter truth actuality.”
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3. |
Massachusets
01:48
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There’s a state I say I’ve never forayed, ever, into ever
And I lie because I find I recall passing on my way to visit Maine
Tidbit for you, forego lobsters, get the blueberries
In the form of pie, or ice cream, or fresh off the vine
But what I mean to say of this
Is that I don’t know Massachusetts
Olivia tells me of the bricky rusty tone of the
Bit called Cambridge, which I’ve seen on the movies and the tv screens
And they tell me of a doughnut place
My interest piques, my face relays,
Any state with a tasty place for pastry makes my heartbeat race
And they show me such pretty nature!
Glowing, grassy, crisp, I wager
And it makes me think about my little place and purpose now
On earth and how so miniscule all my burdens sound
But what I mean to say of this
Is Massachusetts I admit
I do not know a single bit
But it strikes a chord in my heart
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4. |
On 45th
01:48
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It's a colder kiss on my shoulder,
This sidewalk split sticks out a bit
My gait is tight, I know I hate to cry,
Five steps behind, but I stay in sight
Transit maps mandate sticky tack
An overview of what the city lacks
Two to your right, what do you see at night?
Hold it close, but don't hold it too tight
There's a strange blue ghost that floats above my eye
There's a strange new ghost that floats around your sky
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Red and blue and yellow too
Oh I think of a house
Velvet jumbled sitting room
Or the brink of your blouse
Navy porch with crackle paint
Cradles just one door
With beryl stone acquainting lace
Gives way to a door
And in that dresser, what do I see?
I see a golden teapot
Staring right back at me
Brilliantly shining, I'm hiding, I need
To sit with you, here and
Share a cup
A cup of tea
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6. |
Foolspring
01:44
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Falling, falling like I do
Is it a fool's spring to you?
The brick is back to rust
I miss you so much
Mondays, every single day, I do
I could swim through land for you
Is it a fool's spring to you?
If it's warm and I'm feeling kinder too
Do it all again, I want to
Peer into those snowy eyes of you
Remember the days
You kneeled by me and lay
Remember the day
You gazed at me that way
I've done slipped and fallen in love
Heads over my heels, racing above
Is it a fool's spring so then?
To feel like a fool again
To feel like a fool again
To feel like a fool again
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7. |
Sudbury Slugs
02:21
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Adam keeps a stack of ginger tea inside these walls
And Adam likes da Vinci and he simply has a ball
When faced with an array of skincare creams à la Francais
With vitamins D and C, and don't forget the A
Chris is a hit with his chiseled bits so fit
And Chris, I admit, in his Knives Out cable knit
Is a star you've seen on TV screens and front seat AMC
So that brings me to sing ye how these two meet
Just kidding, they don't actually know each other
(As far as I know)
But if you can't fathom what Chris and Adam have in common
It's a problem
Because, because, because
No-one ever utters, muttering, other stutters than
Sudbury
Boston, Cambridge, it's a loss then, name it, say the name
Sudbury
Where else can you frolic in the forest and the homes
Melancholic bungalows or mansion made of stone
Sage tells me, apparently, the Mary that we know
Stowed her little lamb away on Wayside Inn Road
Supposedly, don't quote me please, Babe Ruth's piano sits
Underwater in Willis pond, Babe got drunk as shit
He tossed it in, and now it sits with murky fishy slime
He also tried chicken farming, but they all died
But if you can't fathom what Babe and Adam have in common
It's a problem
Because, because, because
No-one ever utters, muttering, other stutters than
Sudbury
Boston, Cambridge, it's a loss then, name it, say the name
Sudbury
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8. |
The Litany
01:27
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Torn at the seams, breathing, teething on me
Talking to myself
Rhythm screaming
Why else would I help
The little teemings
But now, I am faced with a fear so great
In haste, I'm bound to make a grave mistake
I learned the other day that snakes can taste
smells from their vomeronasal plates
And I re-watched Dune the other day,
Not because I liked it, but because I like the way
they recite the litany
That fear is the mind killer
and I know you say that endlessly
That fear is the mind killer
Talking to myself
Rhythm screaming
Why else would I help
The little teemings
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9. |
Come Meet Me
02:38
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Come meet me in the Netherlands
Sung sweetly, there are better winds to bear
There's a lower fare for under twenty-five
So we can barely just squeeze on by, I hear
I know you hope
Your eyes elope to the stars
At night they close
Four sighs
You know it's too far
Ik spreek een beetje Nederlands
En ik wil dat je come on down and run
Through meadow grass and cycle paths
And don't you know that Utrecht has a ton
I know you sew three hearts upon somber sleeves
And all your throes are quiet woes songs will please
Sometimes I try to find a line to read you
Two's a prime, our minds combine to see you
Come meet me in the Netherlands
Sung sweetly, that'll get her in, I cry
And I'm a fool for Istanbul right after
And now you're in, we prowl Berlin with laughter
And I hear Montreal's a jaunty ball in summer
Or any time with you
With you
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10. |
Dove
01:11
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Nearing an end
To a colossal feeling
Or perhaps the beginning
Like a fat, trembling dove
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11. |
Cavour Street
03:18
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