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Malkuth
05:43
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Yesterday
I broke something
Beyond repair
And I left it there
It will still be there when I return
It will still be there when I return
Rivers turns green when we let them be
Rid the crown of men like me
Reverse of symmetry
On the wall
I saw something
Scrawled out words
That I did not read
They will still be there when I return
They will still be there when I return
You and I
We have nothing new to say
And yet we all demand to be heard
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Surfeit
05:35
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Folding in
From each side
Tucked away
Away from sight
If I no longer see
with my own eyes
Would that mean
It’s no longer there?
Folding inwards
Creased in straight lines
Each fold slightly
Less in size
If I no longer see
with my own eyes
Would that mean
It’s no longer there?
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3. |
Café Müller
04:21
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I make up a room
Filled with many corners
And I want to be
In every corner at the same time
And I try to
Tie a string from edge to edge
But there is no
Center for strings to cut through
I make up a room
Decorated with windows above me
Cascading over me
I wanna let every single cloud come down beside me
Crowd the spaces I can’t fill
Lay me down
Across this room
Carefully place me in every seat at once
Spread me out
In every chair
Fulfill me, make me feel whole
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4. |
Windowsill
05:22
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I wonder
Often to myself
If I were
To press myself against the glass
What shape would I leave behind
What shape would I leave behind
To be with
How to be with
Beside
Belonging beside
Allow me as a brother
Allow me as a sister
Tapping against
A surface of glass
Wondering what
Sounds will amass
Reflecting off
From the other side
Reflecting off
From the other side
I want to hear
Every sound I leave behind
I want to hear
Every sound I leave behind
To be with
How to be with
Beside
Belonging beside
Allow me as a brother
Allow me as a sister
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Łódź
01:14
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Cherish (Out of Blue)
06:00
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The color of blue, right here
Inside my mouth
A melted lemon, sideways
I drink every ounce
Without memory, as it fades
Cherish is the word I must learn to pronounce
The shape of the moon, right here
Inside my chest
A truth revealed, set free
By two figures as they undress
Without memory, as it fades
Cherish is the word I must learn to pronounce
A box of different colored pastels
Beside your bed
Not a need for paper
Draw all over your arms instead
Every line you drew
Would appear on my arms too
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Torso
04:18
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I climbed a mountain
And I found a tree
I carved a hole
In it’s trunk discreetly
I whispered softly
Into it’s side
Climbed down the mountain
And left my whispers behind
I had a shadow
Clinging to my torso
Everywhere I went
It would follow
Tried to tie that shadow
To that tree
Just to see if it would
Follow me
Wouldn’t you know
When I came back home
Guess who was waiting for me
Always seems to find me eventually
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8. |
Odeon
05:20
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Once I tried to imagine myself to be like an orphan
As if it could be a solution
As if it were the key
We’re all just waiting for the show to begin
Curtains still drawn, the lights not yet dim
I used to squint my eyes to pretend showtime was near
But now I enjoy most us being here
The orchestra gets smaller and smaller
Quintet becomes a quartet
Quartet becomes a trio
Trio becomes a duo
Every innocence I’ve known
Will one day be mine alone
Until the day I start my own
Until the day I start a trio of my own
We’re all just waiting for the show to begin
Curtains still drawn, the lights not yet dim
I used to squint my eyes to pretend showtime was near
But now I enjoy most us being here
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9. |
Lucency
06:04
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Fingertips
Lightly pressed
Down on the back of my shoulder
Maybe it’s me
Just can’t help but feel
Like the angels can see right through me
Could they see
The parts I don’t want them to see
I just hope they go easy on me
Or perhaps
Or maybe
Maybe I’m the one who should go easy on me
Maybe they know
Maybe they see
See a light that seems to exist inside of me
Like lucency
Flesh and bone
All the same
Color as panes of glass
Every fear
I have ever known
For all the world to see
Rustling feathers
Gathered whispers
They say the fear means I’m alive
I try to recall
All that they told me
Even if they’re not really here beside me
Or perhaps
Or maybe
Maybe I’m the one who should go easy on me
Maybe they know
Maybe they see
See a light that seems to exist inside of me
Like lucency
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