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Condition of Air
03:59
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Give yourself up to what's cold and crisp
Give yourself up to what's hot and dry
Give yourself up in the humidity
In the ether we can all fly and fall
The seasons tenderly tenderize a mind
Disparate presents connected by air
Notice time leaving us behind
We don't take comfort there
Somewhere there's a ritual that binds us in suspense
Somewhere there's air that rips your soul out
and dangles it in front of your face for fun
They sell it for exorbitant prices
To true connoisseurs, i guess i'm one
Give me some air in rationed amounts
and i'll be your friend for a limited time
I'll breath some air to crisp your flesh
You'll be indelibly marked, regrettably so
The slow air hits my face, with no deliberate force,
and nothing is nigh
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They say you're only free in dreams and dreaming is free
These episodic visitations from outside reality
But what if my dreams are stupid and mundane
I'm punished for deeming dreams another dead-end game
I've stopped paying attention to my dreams
I no longer found them useful or interesting
They are almost worthless to try to describe
But all the more reason they should be privately prized
This one solipsism is even over my line
This one solipsism i've decided to deny
Because the fruits gleaned with lucid control
Are so internal as to seem merely autoerotic
But there was this one dream a long time ago
A car with no driver alone on the road
It was perfectly still, asphalt flew under wheels
I was a disembodied spectator in awe
I guess you had to be there
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I Was Entertained
02:42
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I was entertained
I shouldn't complain
I was entertained
You can write that on my grave
Fell into some reveries
Some of my best memories
I was entertained
The iceberg tip
Sustained me for decades
I read by the shaft of sun
That lands in my cave
Sometimes I'm barely there
But I still love the air
As I fixed my gaze
On sounds and words
So I shall
On coins or birds
It's a matter
Of survival
I am entertained
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Sobriety I Decided
02:55
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Keeping my perception broom clean
Sobriety I decided
Has enough highs and lows for me
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Living in a Past
02:58
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Living in a past that's not worth living in
The future's coming fast and soon I'll be giving in
Time doesn't last when you don't have any discipline
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Dreamnose
03:32
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don't snatch it before i love it
black, black, come in the rainbow
the other night i had a dream in which i was crying because i was so grateful for the sun for rising each day
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The Sky Heaved
05:29
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One summer cool, one summer scorching
Unseasonable swings in odd proportion
Autumn justified our apprehension
Weeks upon weeks of torrential drenching
The sky heaved
Like you would not believe
It heaved again
We could not get relief
The sky heaved
Offering no reprieve
It heaved again
Heaping helpings of grey grief
The winter came, deluge of snow
The clouds menstruated with heavy flow
We were buried for weeks, immobilized
And when we thawed out, surprise surprise
Next winter was no winter at all
More like a mild and mellow fall
Spring was long and beautiful
First heat brought out the cannibals
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Dark Trees Dark Skies
03:45
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On a nighttime highway drive
All you see on either side
Dark trees against dark skies
Seems like darkness worldwide
On a nighttime highway drive
All you see on either side
Dark trees against dark skies
Dark feel from when you were a child
You could ride forever
Never knowing who you are
Until you realize it is too late
And you have gone too far
It is too late to go back home
So you lay beneath dark trees alone
Listening to the world moan
And wondering "why go on"
As if you'd never see the dawn
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(instrumental)
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Joy of Reality
02:44
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The sky is overcast
There is liberty one
I am standing next to a soda machine
That isn't there anymore
"Is it Frank's? Thanks!"
I'm alone in front of an old garage
Which would later would be new
Nothing good, nothing bad
Everything is true
Reality is a Philadelphia day
Really in reality it's exactly that way
Reality is a Philadelphia day
Reality can be okay
Reality is a Philadelphia day
Reality is the way
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