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Paper Piñata
03:26
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Like a paper piñata all strung up and hollow,
The beating of my heart, makes it hard to follow.
I’ve been looking around for how to get me down.
Seems like nobody knows
Before I turned ten, today was never tomorrow,
But that birthday brought me a sudden sorrow.
I’ve asking for years what to call those tears.
Seems like nobody knows
The paper piñata is on a rope where the wind blows.
One day it was gone, but no one knows.
It knew what it feared after all those years:
A place that nobody knows
The sweetness I left for a fool looking for their shadow
The wounds on my side said “let go.”
Laid a trail of sound to where I found
A place that nobody knows.
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Behind My Jaw
03:14
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When the sound of the birds have got you feeling unnerved,
You will drift from your home like a knife through cloth.
You lay beside the needle and thread until the sounds wear off
And you remember the way to close your eyes...
Hold me water, back to the slaughter
Then let me go…
Bring their name back, the line has gone slack
I want you to know…
Here I am, no buttons or strings;
I saw it all;
Like a dam, I’m holding it back behind my jaw.
Maybe I knew it all along.
Through indifferent chances and the pressure that pulls,
You pumped the blood and forced that smile.
You learned to see all the colours they need from a damaged file;
It’s just another way to close your eyes.
There’s a song in a dim room, a candle-lit ghost-tune
That they don’t know...
A rip in the lifeline, a hole in the red wine.
It’s a fire show…
Here I am, no buttons or strings;
I saw it all.
Like a dam, I’m holding it back behind my jaw.
Maybe I knew it all along.
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Love Is A Right
03:31
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I see you stare at a fire of your own
It’s burning you
You wade through darkened waves
Falling for your island home
There you dream with the birds and the sea
They dance in shades of grey
For time never ends
Though love, it cannot stay.
You say love is a right
I hope that’s true
You say love is a rite
I hope that’s true
May you rise ever on your own
Without losing you
That voice is unknown
Though you’ve heard that sound before
You say love is a right
I hope that’s true
You say love is a rite
I hope that’s true
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Iron Anthropology
03:45
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Iron Anthropology
To understand humans and aliens,
I wonder if reason is a sliding scale;
if determining success should fall between a quibble
and the idea that aggression is human puzzling.
Sunset through a fishbowl
Slide slow along the wall
Scales shine on signals let through:
The unknown burns you
Only 62% of humans are unique which explains one propensity: bonding.
My careful exchange of benefits find it risky and common -
this labor of infant care and war.
It is risky when emphasis of control over
revenge between power lions and wolves highlights a similar imbalance to explain an anomaly that needs further investigation.
We applaud lethal similarities and evolution beyond complex issues.
We are dichotomous distinctions between warfare scrutiny and professional nationalism.
Why kill potential strategies and victorious roses?
In an Old World, the alien of strategic coercion objects to this issue:
“Laboratory human evolution is a very stimulating mountain of spontaneously insulted resources we need.”
I do not think neatly upon judgements that have both materialism and raiding neighboring individuals.
Masculine imperialistic success is easily understood by asserting that limited primates support the power hypothesis.
Sunrise on a glass wall
Here again, after all
A fish floats lost in memory
A sun shines with certainty
I am not averse to accepting conclusions. I find valuable insights.
I am here, unfinished in my analysis of public theory.
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Hammers & Knives
03:35
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You pick them up
Hammers and knives
Pieces of smiles, on the ground
In your shimming eyes.
What are they worth?
My heart or your own?
To the ends of the earth, we’d go
But, I’d follow you home
Brother of mine,
Where did we go?
I hear you’re fine
But I don’t trust me anymore…
Are you still playin’ the game and start
By moving the knights?
Do you still whisper back through the door
When you turn out your lights?
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you.
You pick them up
Hammers and Knives
You’ve been making smiles from the silence
And the time between our lives.
Brother, I find -
I find it hard to call
What’s on your mind?
What’s the writing on the wall?
Do you still let your wandering heart
Run through the trees?
Have you learnt how to feel the calm
In these stormy seas?
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you.
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