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Druse - Presents at Home
03:46
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Oh dear god, what happened to her son?
They haven’t said who shot him because they’ll never really have to.
They’re still piecing things together,
still questioning the witnesses,
everything’s a process, the process is a circus,
I’m still waiting for his name,
I want to recognize the taste.
My friend John was there,
more of a friend of a friend,
He described the way he went so specifically limp,
the way his torso doubled over,
his eyes so impossibly ripe,
and what he started saying just seemed to stop making any sense.
but I heard him,
and I still do,
they all make the same agonizing sound.
Young bodies all crack and contort the same way.
when they fall against the pavement;
it’s getting harder to differentiate.
I’m groping toward conclusions,
I’m exhausted, I’m trying to gain perspective
on why I’m being led back into the basement.
My sister-in-law always has an alibi,
a story or a place to be,
of an inevitability her parents warned her of since she could barely speak.
That was never me; That will never be.
I just want to understand without deviating from my place,
I want to be him noticing his shirt sticking to his stomach,
her stuttering in disbelief as she falls backward onto the yard,
their friends at school who sprint across the blacktop to reach the safety of their parents’ cars,
their older brothers,
their swimming coaches,
their family friends,
their presents at home
all vertical timelines, all the bluest scars.
Someone is asking you if any of this is real,
someone is telling you they love you too.
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Tryna relax and take care just one body
Isolation tracks that's why where I'm at couldn't ask nobody
I'm tangled or maybe mangled believe in me like a chase scene see the albeit thing is I'm getting strangled
strange flavors and being cryptic thats when we spoken of its on people like lip stick
My madness is drivin in stick shift
I got fifth fixed the other four became only a myth quick think of your top three destinations Jason priestly pacing two choices of transportation moms ride or the maple guide room for one it's always ready for the long slide and then my gong chimed made a mixtape about zeros started smashing pumpkins ended with something I know it was the second song on the first side that's the thing about classics man they always tend to hide
Mellow in my dealings now
Hello new feelin how
Here's where the strings supposed to come in like a cello to the chin
Mellow in my dealings now
Hello new feelin how
Soften to a grin and let the horns give us breath again
Feel good summers like damn shoulda brought the rubbers fall back gloveless in the gutters krebstar mic and write clubhouse bangers lifted light and examine the maps of allied satellite hangers
Is it Happenstance that I'll take a graphic glances at the global expanses that pander penance and infinite access as if it's cause for celebration like o's winning the pennant it's been 28 years and I'm being patient Don't got much of an economy
But I got onyx reach
I'm the rocks beneath your feet
Maybe will talk with tarots and fulfill the dream beams gleans sacred eats tick tacks to teach I rep ripped khaks above the knee that way they easier slip off the slack before z's bare backs there's gotta be a couple greens cracking in the jeans pat duffy always stick with plan b sheesh
Mellow in my dealings now
Hello new feelin how
Here's where the strings supposed to come in like a cello to the chin
Mellow in my dealings now
Hello new feelin how
Soften to a grin and let the horns give us breath again
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I'm not afraid of myself
Someone's got a hold on me now
You make it feel unreal to go out alone
I'm not about to die young
We were old I remember it well
You are on my mind but I'm in the ground
I'm not in control of myself
Take my hand and take me to hell
In the end we'll see the light and the sound
I am not in love with you
I am just trying to find the truth
Underneath we'll see it all
I found you in the deepest sea
In a million years, you'll look like me
Someday soon, I'll bury us all
I am here alone in my cave
I've been here for trillions of days
I have been to the heart of the sun
I have smiled at the end of a gun
Do you remember at all,
The day we had to say goodbye?
I am not in love with you
I am trying to find the truth
Underneath we'll see it all
I found you in the deepest sea
In a million years, you'll look like me
Someday soon, I'll bury us all
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I met her on a rainy Tuesday
I think that’s appropriate
Her heart is the burning eye of Jupiter
Impossibly large
a churning that could destroy planets
She can talk about Jupiter for hours
She wants to live there
in a balloon city high above that hell
In defiance of nature and the void.
her voice is thunder, tears apart our home
love like a downpour, queen of the storm
I tried to drive right through
but I lost control
do do do...
hail like bullet shot from her fingers
And shattered the silver lining glasses
I used to protect my heart.
When I learned to see the new way
I found that silver linings can distract
from the beauty of the naked blue sky
her voice is thunder, tears apart our home
love like a downpour, queen of the storm
I tried to drive right through
but I lost control
do do do...
Her silence is the voice of the whispering God
tempering my pity with clarity
my sadness with action
and my sighs with a tongue in my mouth
I think you should run now
she’s coming down the street
and There’s only enough room in that shelter for you
don’t worry I’ve talked her down before
When I don’t come back
please write a song for me
about her madness
about my madness
about our madness
her voice is thunder, tears apart our home
love like a downpour, queen of the storm
I tried to drive right through
but I lost control
do do do...
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SPEIRS - Threshold
04:37
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You don't have to get back everything that has been broken,
and what you get back won't be the way it was.
What you see is not what is happening.
Do you have what you need? Are you pleased?
Here's a hole in the wall; Fissures masking the crawl.
Wait for the flooding then rush into it.
What you get back is never the way it was.
You can still swim in these cracking seas.
Wait for the flooding then rush into it.
Here's a hole in the wall; fissures masking the crawl.
You must learn not to see with your eyes. (x3)
Here's a hole in the wall; Fissures masking the crawl. (x2)
All this black sheep talk is making me sick.
Open your mind and think about this.
Your temperament will enslave you.
All your vision will fail you.
Learn me and I will return.
I will return...
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