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Go on, glorify the grit
Lush shadows on a gelatin print.
But we had dirt on our hands
Mud above the knees
You see, we just felt heavy.
The curve of chaos is clear my dear
Another fox moves in.
But bare existence wears thin my skin
So let the next refrain begin:
I build it up to break it down again
I lift up my hands
I built it up from rocks
And now those rocks are sand
Now those rocks are sand.
Our lives are in a gallery
Watch where you stand.
The docent says with certainty,
“Please, play pretend
The past won’t come again.”
The curve of chaos is clear my dear
Another fox moves in.
But bare existence wears thin my skin
So let the next refrain begin:
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I build it up to break it down again
I lift up my hands
I built it up from rocks
And now those rocks are sand
Now those rocks are sand.​​
Our lives are blueprints then decay
Then historic landscape.
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It’s just a question of years
Just a question of days
Just a question of years or days.
So -
Go on, glorify the grit
Put white gloves on your hands.
If the archives need touching up
I think organic dyes are the trend.
So we left some blood in the sand.
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Lately, I’ve been charting stars
They tell me which way to go
A little science a little art,
As far as I know
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Laying over maps on top of an echo
Filling in the gaps - - in the shadows
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Lately, I’ve been charting stars
Sheet of vellum stretched on my desk
Sketching orbital paths,
With my primitive math
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Saw a little light and I saw a new life
And I hold onto my life line.
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Falling falling off the surface, inches from earth
I’m weightless weightless haven’t felt so light since birth​​​​
​​​​Lying on the warm grass
Cold mechanics pass me by
In the cold comforting sky.
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As my eyes adjust to the darkness
Points and lines emerge from the darkest
Marks of time infinite across
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Falling falling off the surface, inches from earth
I’m weightless weightless haven’t felt so light since birth
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Lately I’ve been charting stars
Tell me where to go?
Friends say it’s only art
But what do they know?
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So my muscles get stronger as my will gets weaker, hey hey
Ship steady on its course for cold disaster
The split mind of a man part cartographer, astrologer, and ships captain
Only in a dark dark office do I feel ok.
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So, for now it's the wind and the waves and the throttle of desire
Gnawing at the back of my mind is the key to the map
So, for now its the wind and and the waves and the throttle of desire
pushing my mind farther than it was meant to go.
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In the song of the workers in the belly of the ship
is the length of the night
In the steps of the workers walking underneath the decks is the pulse of the day
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Coming up to land and I feel alone in the breeze, hey hey
And the shape is familiar and the shape is strange as a dream in day
Now, the reaper might grab me or touch me with his wand
to make me a silver goose in the autumn sky
to make me a silver goose in the autumn sky
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With one last endorphin rush,
he let his tethers fall
And his body float helplessly up from the ocean.
Your nightmares only needed you to unfold
They’ve been waiting in the hold
Now his body floats hopefully
Up from the ocean.
I do want this so badly
To be truly alone
With just the currents’
whirling features around me.
Jet pack propulsion pushes him
Up through the milk thick atmosphere
With no thoughts to the girls or bars back home.
Your nightmares only needed you to unfold
They’ve been seeds set to burst
Now you know how to explain
that humming in your head
Who’d have guessed, he’s the medium
Pandora’s box inscribed as human.
I do want this so badly
To be truly alone
With no need to recognize
anyone’s faces.
I want this so badly
To be truly alone
With just the currents’
whirling features around me
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