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Yogurt Park
03:39
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It wasn't long ago-- familiarity and heart and home were at my fingertips, arms outstretched. I can't rest. I can't heal. One door closed and two eyes closed. Those clothes don't hold me anymore; it hurts not to hear small waves ripple towards me, nor share the pretty vistas. I used to call the sky my friend. (Destroy me.) Remember (destroy me), don't hold back (destroy me). Have a heart (destroy me). Give me life.
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Huncke
01:15
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The East Bay
04:43
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I'll know this life for around three more years, after which I guess I'll break my promises. Don't remind me of listless Wednesday afternoons, I'm better off feeling like I'm better off now...
I'm not.
Where are we? (Stand down.) The bay mist fills me with more regret than my swollen heart can handle. Where are we now? (The East Bay fills me with more regret than I can handle.)
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Lighting Stuff on Fire
02:52
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I've seen half these colors before, but this time around, no poetry abounds. And in these leaves, I see old cried-upon pictures and reminders that, if I tried, maybe things would be better. The ceiling has borne witness to a stream of the same shades that whispered romance on that poorly lit porch. I've emptied my pitcher again. If I tried, maybe things would be better.
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Hitch
01:01
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At This Point in Time
02:43
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I probably should know better by now than to grasp for hopes and dreams. One day we'll share our touch and our time. And cognac or brandy, sweet as those days. Stand around the corner, waiting for the time. Stand around the corner. Saccharine design. Wish that one day we'll share our touch and our time. And cognac or brandy, sweet as those days. Wish that...
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Midnight Coffee
03:35
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I hadn't the foresight. Imagine that in a year's time the afternoons would become such dull displays. It's reminiscent of any number of childhood faults, but to me, this tainted air smells like love. After two mostly broken years, I still can't get it right.
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Little Girl Being Creepy
01:08
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Hernia
01:01
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Every moment blurs by my lachrymose eyes, and I can't cope. It's been so long since I last watched Orion diving into the horizon. I'd have died happy had that oxygen gone stale in my incapable lungs.
And it was blue! Blue like the sky it replaced, and from where so much saltwater spilled in your name.
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Brazen, clean-shaven for the occasion. But reminded at best, I'd be left bereft of a warm touch and soft caress.
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Last Minute
02:27
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Up two flights to fight two fights: too thin and should've been. Don't refrain. Maybe I'll make it another twenty years. The summer moonlight's sultry glow doesn't soothe my skin anymore.
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12. |
Outro
01:33
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Man Problems Berkeley, California
We got born and didn't really know what else to do with ourselves
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