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Weird Right Now
03:36
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It's you I wanna plow//but it's weird right now//it's me you're looking through//oh it's so taboo//how can we get over the hump and forget?//living on the edge//it's you I wanna see//when the rainclouds leave//it's me you're searching for//I remind you of petrichor//how can we decide to break out of our turtle shells and cease to hide?//you're sleeping by my side//I wanna thank you//please don't be anxious//your heart is spacious//there's plenty of room//no need to thank me//I didn't do anything//I'll never do anything//there's plenty of gloom.
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Things You Call Fate
06:17
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Out Of Time
02:45
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Whatever you says goes//decisions were made for us both//give it a day//we're changing our ways//I've run out of time//you once were mine//whatever I do sucks//I didn't do nearly enough//you put out the fire//and dreams will expire//I ran out of time//yeah everything is fine//wish I could show you how much you mean to me//before you set off for Costa Rica to touch a bunch of people//I know I fucked up//I didn't' do nearly enough//the good times are gone//now all I gots left are my songs//I was wrong again//this is how it ends//you once were mine//yeah I ran out of time.
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Quetzalcoatl
03:01
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I told you about my vision//I mentioned to you all my fears//but after that day in the jungle//I knew that the answer was clear//I dreamed you were the Quetzalcoatl//I dreamed you were the rarest of birds//and when that dream turned into a nightmare//my thoughts and my ego were hurt//you can't just leave your shit up on the shelf//gotta let the words speak for themselves//I told you about the oasis//I spoke all the words in my heart//but after that night in the desert//I knew that the questions would start//I dreamed you were the Quetzalcoatl//seemingly sent by the gods//my dreams often turn into reality//and my feelings get crushed quite a lot//I told you about the encounter//I mentioned to you all my guilt//but after a year in the desert//I didn't think I'd be there still//I dreamed you were the Quetzalcoatl//naked and forgotten about//my dreams they reflect on the future//and the future is riddled with doubt.
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Retrospectre
01:51
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I was devastated for a little while//then I got over it//you were demonstrating your secret smile//then you let go if it//when you let me go//I didn't know which way the wind would blow//I was contemplating eternity//then I got bored with it//you were excavating serendipity//there was no more of it//when you let me see//I didn't mean to be everything you'd cling to honey//it was cool for a little while...
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Lauren
02:48
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You picked me up when I was carrying my keyboard home//we sat on a porch with a torch on a wicker throne//no need to figure out what it's all about//no need to fantasize with these tired eyes//We sat on a beach with a peach on a blanket of snow//the day was ugly but frankly I needed to know//what you were all about in this town of twenty-four thousand//maybe we'll make it out alive//Lauren I didn't forget that I tried to let you into my heart//no need to lullabies or some fuckin' lie about how we should start again//I watched you dance in a house that was olden than dirt//and maybe I felt something or maybe I was just hurt//no need to hypothesize with these wonder-whys//what can I thank you for?//I'm so fuckin' bored.
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Life On The Half Shell
03:07
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The obvious is going to kill us//our luck is used up and always we regroup and wait//we allowed it//we don't doubt it//the heart it speaks alone//the obvious is trying to scare us//we haven't forgotten the fight but the battle ain't won//before I stiffen up and kick the bucket//swallow the eight ball and send up my last rocket//hustle into the dark get the hell out and hang it up//the obvious is going to kill us//our dreams are used up and always we rethink and hate//we are nervous//we deserve it//the heart it leaks alone//the obvious is trying to hurt us//the fences are broken and our tickets are punched for the ride//before I stiffen up and kick the bucket//swallow the eight ball and send up my last rocket//hustle into the dark get the hell out and tighten up//gotta send a message out to get my head right//wiggle my big toe and dance in the darkest of night//hustle into the void get the hell out//and hang it up...
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Seek
02:50
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I'm dancing with my DNA//those who don't speak will not say//what a lonely year it's been I'm traveling//a lonely year again it's happening//a lonely year again//I'm sleeping with my Clementine//those who don't seek will not shine//yeah the only one for me is overseas//and can't you see this pain it's in my mainframe//the only one for me is actually//I'm peeking around with my boo//those who are weak are no use//what a stupid week it's been I'm suffering//the only time I fall is when I feel nothing at all...
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Ry Smith Newport, Rhode Island
Ry Smith (Eastern Phoebes/Camera-Head Shark) is a poet/composer living and creating in the 21st century.
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