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Sea Joy (Reprise)
01:11
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Your roots rot around me, decompose then form me, past, present, future- all truth
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AMOTION
03:33
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Oh what a fright, flat faced on the pavement.
I never understood it; now I'm a slave to that image.
These are the stories that come after your departure...
Utilitarianism
Absurdism
Liberalism
Stoicism
Confucianism
Hedonism
Absenteeism
Activism
Idealism
It was a boy who lay flat, dead, zero blood coming out of his head, a good start to my night;
Wake in fright, night after night.
With all the commotion, I hope there's a motion...the invisible death sparks a visible conversation.
"I suppose all I can say I did it myself, it was my choice, my noise, I'll seeya later alligator"
Will this 'past on battle' still rattle, or will the ball & chain fall down the drain?
If you're not 'crazy' are you immoral?
Did you write a letter? Did it help them feel better?
Negative energy perpetuates negative energy.
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3. |
Collage 4.5.18
01:11
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Well I’m gunna run into you somewhere
- Hey, there’s fuckin kids here!
I see white, black, blue & it has a camera on top
- Famous
What do you do for a living?
- Can you even tell where you fucking fell?
- Everyone’s famous as fuck
Don’t you die young, doesn’t matter what they said, doesn’t matter how you feel
- And in other news; some people sit in the bath the other way
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I’m gunna have to bring it in the car boot
& someone’s gunna have to break out the law suits…
It’s an everything & the kitchen sink kind of situation
This has been a total fuck up
This almost calls for a total annihilation
It’s gunna take my a while
I’m comin for you big guy
My eyeballs have done more damage than they can imagine,
poor little eyeballs- they never saw it comin
Dig the hole bury the eyeballs
Dig the hole bury the dress
Dig the hole bury the subjectification- plant the seed of something I want to be a part of, not this little boys club.
This is me digging, deep.
I’m comin for you big guy
Poor little eyeballs- they never saw it comin
Sometimes ‘doers’ are too busy doing & sometimes ‘thinkers’ are too busy thinking, we should talk, we should set a meeting, title; ‘the extravagant pride of man’
I’m comin for you big eye
I have not the words, but I have time
I have not the intellect, but I have to time
Jane Austen to Charles Bukowski there is masculinity, but I still can’t find me…
We should talk.
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5. |
www.optimism.com/heyU
01:11
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Welcome back optimism, are here to stay?
Or just your normal holiday up inside of my brain
Welcome back either way
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6. |
Sea Joy See
03:33
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Whether you’re the tree
Whether you’re the roots
Whether you’re the grass between the feet
Whether you’re the dirt
Whether you’re the branches
Or the water on the leaves, it doesn’t matter what you choose –
It’s a silly metaphor I’ve started to use
It doesn’t matter what you choose –
somehow I’m still connected to you
For me you’re the lemon tree in my backyard who grew up right, but then blocked the light Heft high the sharpened axe to cut the tree down; and the fire waits for your roots to dry.
But your roots are still deep, oh their sitting next to me &
their deep deep down inside
Oh your roots are still deep, oh their rotting next to me,
as I’m the dirt that watched you die.
It’s a bit overwhelming
What can I do or say or believe in
It’s a bit overwhelming
But I’m still connected to you
Oh to be the rhizome, permanently deconstructing my own mould
To be ‘the body with no organs’ be the body with no soul; essentially a bigger asshole
Coz you’re the lemon tree that possess’ me, it’s not a negative thing-just a sad place to be
Oh you’re the lemon tree that sits atop of me,
its not a negative thing- just a sad place to be
It’s a bit overwhelming
What can I do or say or believe in
It’s a bit overwhelming
But I’m still connected to you
you’re roots rot around me, they decompose then form me-
Past, present, future: all truth
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7. |
Comin 4 u 2
01:11
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8. |
People with pets
03:33
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Why’s there never any car parks out the front of the bottle shop?
Oh its so easy to be when naivety comes free
Six Pack
A little pet that you like, bet you’re feelin like a real cool guy
& by the end of the completely sold out reading
He hunched over, looked at the melted ice, the empty beer bottles, & the smiling faces
The encore; he filled it with vomit
Oh doc, give it a rest; the alcohol is bringing out my best
When I say doc I mean the other side of my brain and when I say the other side of my brain I mean the itty bitty part of me that’s not lookin to go clinically mundane
Oh its so easy to be when naivety comes free
Six Pack
A little pet that you like, bet you’re feelin like a real cool guy
And by the end of the completely sold out reading
He hunched over, looked at the melted ice, the empty beer bottles, & the smiling faces
The encore; he filled it with vomit
I think you’ve lost your mind, I think you’ve lost you’re head
Before you’d drink all night, now it’s the day instead
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Can you even tell where you fucking fell?
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10. |
View from Mars
03:33
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Oh last child in the woods the 21st century stole your goods
There was birds & trees & leaves & sticks, but they’ve all disappeared lickety split,
Because of silly rules & permutations & recalculations of an un-planned, over-manned nation, of me.
Way back in thousand zero-zero, well a kid might have told you so – ‘I’m just happy diggin a hole’
Ask them now, they wouldn’t know, how to do it.
& “when I see birches bend left to right, I like to think some boys been swingin them”
Oh Robert Frost that’s nice, but a very optimistic candle you’re holdin, hold on tight
I’m not protesting machine… I’m simply floating here in this hammock, lookin back a 3019
& there’s a whole lotta good in the woods, for a little kid who’s raised in the shoebox neighbourhoods.
Wow, you touch & you feel
Wow, you meet the wonderful the magical unreal
Wow, your imagination – get up, get down, get all over this nation
Nature deficit disorder, was probably something to get in order, so they didn’t steal your sole & start charging pram tolls on the Botanical Highway. I’ve been floating here in this hammock thinking about all the things I could of done & all the things I could have said, & it comes back to ‘Nature deficit disorder, was probably something to get in order’ but they’ve sold your sole & they’re chargin you pram tolls on the Botanical Highway
Wow, you touch & you feel
Wow, you meet the wonderful the magical unreal
Wow, your imagination – get up, get down, but I’ll be floatin in this hammock all day…
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11. |
Of mosquitoes & men
01:11
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I've got a notion & I'm hopin it'l turn out alright, a little mosquitos bit me of the brain last night; I'm not sure if it feels good, if it feels 'right'
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