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Dark Feeling
03:00
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You brought me a prophecy, deep dark and dirty
But didn’t know what it was you had brought to me
There’s shit in the well, I draw from this morning
I couldn’t get sleep ‘cause it came with a warning.
For you and your ideas, sin soaked sensitivities,
Stuck to my hip, desirous and clammy.
With the memory of sex, or hope for another,
Moment that won’t feel so lost.
You found revelation; you found it too easy,
Not knowing that only abstraction holds beauty.
For the gaps in the light, for the stillness in moving,
The smell of your sweat as you’re coming close to me.
And I wait for insight, in nakedness shown,
For the things you’re afraid to pretend you don’t know.
But that stick to your sight, when I look past your eyes,
For a moment when you seemed alive.
Now there’s a tenderness, now there’s an ache,
As we lay on the bed to perform and to play.
Our parts in this past, that lingers then fades,
When the newness we strive for’s just words rearranged.
Into names on our bodies, blood on our skin,
Eyes that have watched us destroy what’s within.
For a tickle or taste, or the sweet scent of shame,
That slips from our bodies then lives.
You brought me a prophecy, I must fulfill,
For the lust and the wantonness under our wills.
We hold to the sky, to see right through,
To some other side that’s behind me and you.
And pushes us on, into new forms of pain,
We put on each other ‘til we’re hobbled and lame.
Tried to suck out the poison, but sucked out the life,
Now all of your dreams will come true.
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2. |
Free of You
03:50
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I can’t get free of you
No matter what I do
There’s a stickiness to your sweet lies
And it’s worse when you tell the truth
I can’t stop hoping for
A time when you’ll want more
A time I fear is passed
Where I live just like before
And all your perfect poses
Make me feel more alone
It’s not your beauty that oppresses me
But the people you use it on
I can’t get free of you
I am only free of me
With the dissipation of my needs
As you strip away my dignity
If I lose sight of you
Then I’ve lost sight of me
And then what would I do
What would be the point of being free
And all your perfect poses
Keep me in your orbit
Where I’m just spinning out my hope
And waiting for you to want it
I can’t get free of you
I can’t get free of you
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3. |
Stay With Me
02:43
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With mumbled words
You say the greatest things
Profound truths
That I could never see
My voice gets too loud
It’s hard to hear what I believe
But I listen, you’re beautiful
Stay with me
All this world is a conscience
A conscience for consciousness
I’m just trying to mind it
Hold on to what is good
I want to play the music
Of science, of nature’s light
When you listen, I’m beautiful
Stay with me
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4. |
Paper Wings
04:05
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We floated on paper wings
And saw our hopes laid out below
And all I felt was helplessness
At all these things we’d never know
Beyond our brief engagement
Where nothing seems intact
I didn’t kiss you as you walked away
Well somehow I’m still stuck on that
We saw right through the other side
Past the limits of our lives
Then reproached ourselves for that conceit
As our castles tumbled at our side
We floated on paper wings
We should’ve known that couldn’t last
But you forget when you are flying
All you have learned all through your past
Now I try to make some better wings
Just to see if I really can
But I don’t feel like I’ll fly again
Now I know what it’s like to land
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5. |
Out of my Mind
02:27
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I must have been out of my mind
Walking away when we hadn’t yet run out of time
Thinking I knew what it meant to be yours or be mine
I must be alive in you still
What we had was so strong, it couldn’t be totally killed
By all the lapsed time and our broken hearts and our wills
I’ve still got a picture of you in my mind
Wearing my hat on a Paris street in the sunshine
I must still be out of my mind
Thinking that I could just move on and into a new life
Without cracking up every time I think back on your eyes
I’ve still got a picture of you in my mind
Wearing my hat on a Paris street in the sunshine
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6. |
Think Too Much
03:27
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You say I think too much
I don’t think too much
What does that even mean
Maybe you’re just not paying attention
To how the secrets of their hearts
And of yours rise to the top
And sit between the lines
Of their truths and their lies
And every morning you tell me nothing
As if there’s nothing to tell
Well, I can tell you have seen things
And I think you’ve seen them as well
Do they loom up so darkly
That you just can’t talk about them
That you just can’t look me in the eye
When my eyes show what they’ve seen
You say I think too much
I don’t even think enough
If I sat here and thought things through
I’d have no choice but to get up and leave you
Oh we know so much about each other
It gets so hard to hide the desires
That motivate our puny actions
And the things we do to cover them up
It’s a life of addictions
We just manage them our own ways
And I guess I’m still addicted to you
And I guess that’s gonna have to change
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7. |
What I'll See
02:50
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When you’re seeing the world child
Can I see it through your eyes
I guess I’ve been like the tiger
But I’m tired of my weary eyes
I am open to anything I can be in your life
And I’m brave enough for what I’ll see
When you want to sleep easy
I’ll hold you, sleep with me
I’ll keep this world off your back
And protect all the light you see
I am open to anything I can be in your life
And I’m brave enough for what I’ll see
If you want to stay lonely
Stay lonely beside me
Or we’ll go out in the wide world
And show them what we can be
I am open to anything I can be in your life
And I’m brave enough for what I’ll see
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Broken Arts Dublin, Ireland
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