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Bendy Here We Go
01:42
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Knock on this surface enough times
Could avoid my hypothetical mind
Wood below fists smother the what ifs
Didn’t like normal but don’t like this
Even water is feeling stiff
Does anyone ever feel like Leave it to Beaver?
American fever til the world feels the cleaver
Ran so fast it obscured the stars
Tears are just water without the salt
Been a thousand years since the last chatterless second
And even then it was only a second
Every moment is equally useless and precious
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2. |
Pleasant Walk
01:36
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Does whistling outside
Cheapen the glide?
The sky never quite complies
But sometimes it’s inclined
Never have the binoculars when the eagle is flying
If you look away perhaps nothing will notice
Standing invisible in front of the circus
Stillness a cloak within
Upper lip sealed and huddled with its kin against the wind
Nearly dusted off and right out of the socks
Heard the sounds behind the talk
Back from a pleasant walk
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3. |
Gut Limiter
01:22
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Telling as it is and seems to be
Please don’t tell it like it is
I like probably… maybe that’s what we see
Not quite uncertainty
(Quite certainly)
But humble eyes can disguise how loose the ties are below the cloudy sky
Fell upon the dusty knees below the sheen
Is that a screen?
A window for air to dream
Be well, be well, stay safe, how you doin?
Can smell the hairs on my face growing
Feeling feet in inches
Counting the finches
(are there many or just one?)
Telethons and jolts of fun
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4. |
Wizzled
02:05
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Alright…what is that you say? Oh I thought you’d remember. Okay…
So it’s always up to story props to make noise sound
A resounding how about how
Will it placate a moment before now?
Or just be that kinda dandelion pal
Safely below the mower’s growl
Morning always rings and rips
Soul in a cereal bowl
Foot on the floor a chore
Dozes and cuddles
The beauty of what’s subtle
When the words skipped right over the page
Hitched a ride on a snake
Wizzled wistfully into the spare inches of the day
The crumbs that no critters ate
Didn’t bother too much haste…
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5. |
Eeeeee!
01:49
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Don’t you understand it?
Can you stand and un-stand it?
Don’t you understand it?
Mirage in the landing
Hey you gotta hand it
Mouse in the appendix
Can’t hear, it’s independent
Lost a few hours away
Doughnuts still taste pretty good without glaze
Couple of delicious layers
A distinct mosaic
A pain but not in the ass
Just a bit too crass
Just tryna laugh and relax
But generally licking the pavement
But generally a critter in a basement
Granted the time and the place
Granted eternity
Granted the mismatched trees
Granted a blistering breeze
Private jokes between the bees
Wait
When it’s dark outside
Dollars appreciate
Granted the time and the place
Granted eternity
Granted the mismatched trees
Granted the blistering breeze
Private jokes between the bees
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6. |
Pink Light
01:28
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Right before it’s dark
Pain from a morning jumpstart
Tears have fallen out
Before overjoy and I shout out:
Pink light with all its insight
With all its might
Which isn’t much in the scope of exertion
But the perfect amount of spice on that slice for the price
Tasteful and subdued
Gone in between the snooze
Chemicals are plenty
In between us they vary
There’s always some type of tea in the pantry
Except when there isn’t
But I digress it defeats the purpose of that utterance
Only really dogs run to us
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7. |
Gut Soul
01:43
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Is it time to really leave?
First triple check you have your keys
Jamming pockets with TP
In case I sneeze
How often do I really feel the season?
When it sleeps, wakes up, and idles in the park
The combination of decibels that comprise the world’s decimals
Have you seen the first mosquito?
It smirks before it knows
It waits and collectively ignores
Sitting still while a bear swims this way
It all looks like floating from far away
Rocks can be imprecisely comfortable
Searching for that natural groove
The woods were once a novelty
Around but quite laughably
Shopping carts and crushed cans scattered immeasurably
So much of culture and life
Revolved around somewhere else
You could see it from rare lookouts
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8. |
Jello-filled Gorge
01:45
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Hardly skimming the fat off my whole milk living
Could’ve sworn
I’m torn
Something to learn
Earlobes in wax I’m swimming
And singing and singing…
Always stuck on the same four words
Habits and interests closely align
Separation’s pulling cork off the wine
Sure, something’s inside
Better drink up before it reverts back into vines
Bouncing inside a jello-filled gorge
Plenty of space to the end to eat the way towards
Protected from the rain even when it pours
A swarm of vultures, lions, sharks, and cobras
But they too are safely encased
Moving at the same astronomically slow pace
But sometimes air squeezes through the tight knit pores of the goo
Who woulda had a clue
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9. |
Attempts Are Grand
01:42
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What is it in there that you are pecking at?
More gray than red so that every pigment is the breeze
There’s more seed down the street
Yet at 5 you dive behind the lines of every known paradigm
Virus outside but the sky still has eyes that cry and dry
Tried to be the one who believes
Grateful eternally
Swarms of glee and mystery
Alternate between the trees yet…
Windshields and plastic mobiles are where one decides to land
Attempts to stand
Attempts are grand
You really can
Attempts are grand
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10. |
Even Phantoms Have Fun
01:40
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Time to find the whole way out
Will the stars live or pout?
What is Mars turning all red about?
Cold feet and warm ankles
Sultry gusts of wind narrowly blaze bones
Soft frills collecting dust while standing still
Metadata from every platform drilled
Even phantoms have fun
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11. |
Otter Island
01:34
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Body blows in the wind like a flag in the face
Wait
Put it between the orange and the gray
Become a little hippo on the way
Otter Island holiday
Otter Island holiday
The motorboats took a break
Thought you were a dolphin or a shark
On the way home before murk becomes dark
Can see the sugar cubes and fanciful cake stylings
But I’ll keep my distance from that old Otter Island
Rarely bother to look at the moon
There’s even a sky over a tomb
Twiddle the thumbs and then glance at June
Saw you wiggle your snout on Otter Island
Saw the land beyond the pout on Otter Island
Saw what I always see, a lazy mystery on ol’ Otter Island
Never really did see the otters on ol’ Otter Island
Never really did see the ol’ otters on ol’ Otter Island
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12. |
Gut Spiller
02:20
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Have you lost a chance to have something to say?
Have you ever been buried in a ditch of complacency?
Has everyday camaraderie weakened the blaze?
Is anything or everything irreversible?
Something unimaginable can happen in a matter of days
Yet it all feels the same
Catapulted to the year 2025
Perhaps still alive
Will the same series of thoughts and jots swarm the mind?
Do gears move so slowly they still feel fixed?
Reality is a wintry mix
The stain in between the stove and the ceiling
A late afternoon nap that takes you to the brink and back
A mirror
Still works even when it’s cracked
A mirror smacks you in the back
Cut some slack
Every day’s a daze that clarity forgave
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13. |
Distaste
02:23
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Wait so long
For that crisp moon air
Rain encases the gassy glare
Moves fumes to the core from upstairs
Gutted of that icy flare
No more wear just the tear
Wait til dawn
Everywhere we carry on
Grass grows and some mow the lawn
You aren’t what you eat but rather where your feet hit the street
And the culminations and bounces we call history
That breeze and the co2 filtered by the trees
Every treat and grievance
Every kiss and stab
All those who never have or had
Feel distaste
As even thoughts of being blown away
Become shallow in waste
Feel distaste
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