1. |
chimney, pt1
02:35
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i was alone
the grass and reeds
fluttered towards me
and i could feel
the mountain
over me
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2. |
mountain
03:30
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oh you funny kids
weird bones and sticks
in the sun
don't be lost for too long
get something to drink
i sit on the grass
in my backyard
petals and twigs
it's pretty sweet
but the lawnmower hum
and the august sun
keep me awake
i miss the past lives
i've invented
under the mountain
i am stressing
let's go to the park
pet every dog
sit by the stream
eating ice cream in the shade
church bells ring
out
i miss the past lives
i've invented
under the mountain
well rested
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3. |
petal
04:11
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i was young yesterday
i saw my friend's band play
they're not around here anymore
but that's ok
walk through a quiet part of town
think about the nice friends i've found
past the rose bush
listening to pet sounds
orange glow in the afternoon
lights the dust in my bedroom
and when i go to sleep
that glow will leave
throw my guitar into space
catch the breeze like a wave
i am the shakespearean monkey
i just need more time
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4. |
ice cream
04:23
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we were at school
the tarmac was glowing
you were swatting the bugs
with your jumper
we were talking about
the games we were playing
and my tongue was still cold
from the ice cream
the breeze picked up
the trees were shaking
and i couldn't hear
your voice
still i laughed
and you laughed back
and we walked down the road
on our way home
am i growing?
the sun was the same
my shadow was taller
i stood by the road
where we lived
the light was soft
and the doors painted white
but soon enough
it was time
to leave
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5. |
chimney, pt2
08:03
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burning up
the heat of june
the evening
couldn't come too soon
i see you still
in the town we share
petal
are you really there?
the harvest moon
the glowing fire
we were younger
picking flowers
in the shade
cast by the mountain
i was hopeful
sleepless and weird
the full moon came
pink and weary
petal
i felt you near me
we clapped our hands
did all the gestures
the sun
is still setting in that bedroom
stop sleeping in
the summer
is ending
stop breathing in
i am frightened
of the mountain
smoke from my neighbor's chimney
floats into my room
through the window i forgot to close
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