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Settle
03:42
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Joe
04:38
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So what's it feel like
To be the first one of us to know
Hey, Joe
What's on the other side
Didn't we write about it once or twice
Old Brother of mine
And aren't we in some way
because of each other, here,
And aren't we sitting at opposite sides of the living
Is forgiving much easier, there at the end
As the light gets brighter
Could I have known, Could I have thought ahead
That all that we wrote until then would be all that we wrote forever
I can't help but wish that we'd come back together
This would be better. I would be better.
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Stagnance and Flow
03:32
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August in, August out/ Warm breeze weeping
Scream and shout, scream and shout
There's no chasing time.
What have you done, what new/ Have you under your belt
What can you say you've brought/ What does it matter now
Isn't, somehow, surviving winning
Isn't that since always the hardest thing
Why does this nip in the air, this bitter summer Bye
Challenge every moment I sat still
We seek something
Some deep something
Some truth somewhere
We're each others' stagnance and flow
We're each others' stagnance and flow
You know it. I know it.
What have you missed out on
Can you name it, can you let it go
What don't you want anyone to know
We're each others' stagnance and flow
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Quiet Beds
05:07
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O! When a thing so familiar and sad
Becomes a chasm deep with each percentage proof
There are shots I can't stop or don't want to
Forever the same, I guess you're not to blame
I bring to this no easy history
And maybe I just wish this pattern would let me be
What is this thread tying me to these quiet beds
Is it blood or scent or heart of scavenger
Yes, it's juicy and mysterious
But in practice it's a farce.
I know nothing. I decide nothing.
I preside over no part, no past, no present, not mine, not yours.
I know nothing. I decide nothing.
Though we each decided long ago we'd go it alone
We've a longing, each, of being of two
And it brought me to you
When questions arise, I can't despise them.
They bubble up eventually like carbon in your whiskey drink
They come from caring and long for airing.
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Plan
03:36
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Next to Nothing
03:15
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Rise, thee, from under these sheets
Surprise me with honesty
Say something you actually mean
Or just say something
Guard not your language for me
Speak not in hyperbole
Greet me with difficult things and I'll slow my breathing
We're running again
Because it's all we know
Because you can't make a stand
Against something you don't understand
And I know next to nothing
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Toward October
03:24
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This early breeze gets me every year
Sinks in and begs for change
What's this contrary need
Threatening fall, scaring our canopies
Submit. It's gone. Some new thing's coming.
This is the way. This is not new.
We adapt, I adapt, and you
We know this sleigh ride toward october
You're alone
We are not here for security
What is a dream without a sacrifice, some rising above
And if you'd like some advice,
Take off your shirt while you can
While they want it
While you still got it.
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Shake
04:44
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Consequentially,
We are altered. if not forever, as a promise, as in words,
as in standing for a cure
And maybe, if i've faltered, it's a deeper doubt I harbor
it's a feeling I've a nature that should travel with the wind and not just shake.
You've your own world of constellations on your skin
And I guess I've reserved the right, here, to explore them
But let's not sit inside of this too long
Let's not treat this world so wrong
Forgive me for my hesitance
But I don't want to lose you
I don't want to choose you
Over my Wild or your Wild
There's a floating, fleeting focus we need for our opuses
And we must know what hopeless is to write them
Let's try to hold onto this despite them
Do we try to hold onto this and spite them
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Pretending Things
03:00
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Careful, there
Don't choke
Don't trip, don't fall, don't go broke
Don't stutter
Make mother proud
Get your silly head out of the clouds
Dreams are good but treat them as what they are
Cloudy, heady pretending things
Hours of brain seeking
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