1. |
Say something,
02:42
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Freddie, would you like to say something to the computer?
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2. |
Mr. Glass.
04:27
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It may have been
Tuesday all morning
but we never felt it
until the air caught our lungs
We slip among
bedside tables and objects forlorn
but not for a moment more
than it takes to catch your eyes across the room
He comes in gripping everything
and I lose myself to the middle of this metal machine
We wander through
pages we don't write down
but in dreams, you can't read them anyway
Take it easy, Mr. Glass
you're looking for that slow love
that easy come and go love
There's no more
to this mystery
than your life beneath the sheets
but that's why they call you that, Mr. Glass
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3. |
Hello there, stranger.
04:59
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There's a cloud
knocking at my door
with so many things to say to me
that they'd just wish ignored
like when it rains, and they get so excited that they call up lightning to the breeze
or sometimes when they get too high and they get shredded on the edges of our blue sleeves (and our blue seas)
but here's the rain and the sea
they wave gently
they come up to greet me and say they want to meet me at their shores
so I go underwater and see what's in all of their stores
but there are so many items that I have never seen before
that I'm torn
But there's still a cloud
knocking at my door
but they're so easy to ignore
until you roll up into a storm
and they're far away but they rise like a lion and roar
or they're right in front of you
and you're too caught in the fog to absorb
we catch wind
and blaze like wildfires through the trees
they scratch their knees
but still, they speed me
to ward the ocean floor
but the ocean's just no place for clouds anymore
and I wake up
on an island in the sun
with no doors or stores to knock on
just the rocks
and the waves crash against them
spit a mist into the air
and I breathe deep
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4. |
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I'm locked in the sheets of your fox colored hair
lost to the links of just how we got here
but I'm starting to the think
the edge of the world will be alright
I'm caught in the folds of an emerald green smile
as you knee my ribs and I feel like a child
but there's not much here to breathe but what we touch
if that's enough
Who we are
is better than
the sum of this sinking ship
Life is this one barren moment where we talk like dreamers with our hands
then it's the end
of a day
Waltzing, softly, and pausing
on the fountained lands of the dead
noting the games our fingers play
as we make single letters into names
Who we are
is better than
the sum of this
scenic trip
you know the cycles
you call this a cycle
You'll linger there just like a lynx
and I'll set aside
what isn't mine
to keep abreast
this situation
that never sits
but shuffles
across flowers covering
couch cushions we
keep moving and removing
because we can not get comfortable
but I've never felt so comfortable
As that night, you took my hand
and stared right into the sun
told me that our stars were unclear
but I'd love everyone
with these jagged lines
that crawl across the widths of my palms
I'll feel every pulse ring down your arm
one by one by one...
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5. |
speaking objectively,
05:03
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Take 2
and 1
half-steps back
You think you've got this figured out
but I'm not about to let this slide
with every sleight-of-hand you spy
you're gaining ground
It's voluntary
or it's your birthday
but all I know is
this centrifugal force
keeps pinning me to the sides
bobbing alone
but there's no alone if I say so
I'm the master of this little universe
so who the hell are you to tell me where I can lay my head
I'm the master of this little universe so
won't you tell me who the hell are you
We're stuck to this rock in the middle of the ocean
and when the plates shift
we feel it in our hips
and then straight to the lips
in whisper-soft articles
subjecting each verb to the weight of an action
and compiling our sentences in rests
that hang in the air like an eclipse as you say
I'm the master of this little universe
so who the hell are you to tell me where I can lay my head
I'm the master of this little universe so
won't you tell me, please just tell me, who are you
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