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You saw him at the place this afternoon
He was only partly there
The rushings in of fearful thoughts hid him from view
And his radical truths were partly banal, partly false, and mostly true.
It’s best not to look at the sun
Bask in its rays for a while, then stand in the shade
It’s wise not to swim too deep
Stay away from where the monsters are made
You biked back home by the tortuous route
Ready to give an account
Of the chaotic despair you’d heard
And found and you found you couldn’t say a word
It’s best not to look at the sun
Bask in its rays for a while, then stand in the shade
It’s wise not to swim too deep
Stay away from where the monsters are made
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Under the covers you hear the storm
And when the lights come break through the walls
Time is the daughter. Trees are the edge
If you’ll bring us we’ll sign the pledge
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I'd Give Up All This
05:14
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Speed date speed dial
Food miles shift style
Mercantile man’s
Juvenile fans
Substance decline
Not yours but mine
I’d give up
All this
Shock high thought down
Replicant town
Can’t get enough clog up with stuff
He smiles
I’d give up
All this
Let me give you a hand
Warm sand
Live off the land
Try to understand
Good writing
Mood lighting
Love biting
Land sighting
She smiles
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Three apples in a bowl
Will also go
The marksman said
And I will live another day
And drink my coffee eight thousand miles away
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Her breathing
imagined into a slight singing breeze that drifts through the skin
eyelids half-closed against the blink
the 6w hum of the fridge
an upstairs fool floorboard expanding
kitchen clock ticking - there all along - springing into notice
a jackdaw complaining
super-heated world
clicks, rumbles and wordless shouts
a symphony without rhythm or key, intolerable
sucked
a jackdaw complaining
clicks, rumbles and wordless
sucked to a point-bang
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It’s not as if he ever cared for you
The whole is your own screwed up point of view
You need to do your research
Keep your half-baked champagne views where they belong
In the dirt, in the dirt, in the dirt
Don’t get me wrong don’t get me wrong don’t get me wrong they may grow strong and tall
They may inform us all.
But I wouldn’t make that call from where I stand
And the thoughts
Can cut out within I’ll find it more
And the score
Is butter to win the made up law
Metamorph
From someone who’s shaken to their core
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No one sees truth we’re all the same
I’m tired of war I’m bored of blame
The best of us alone is lame
Spectators never win the game
Anna we are legion
Anna we are legion
Every position of the sun
In the heavens
Every ripple every wave
In open oceans
Every leaf on every tree
In every wood
As Whitman says
you contain multitudes
Anna you are legion
Anna you are legion
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Thought Bubble England, UK
Electronica, analogue percussion and a voice.
No set style or genre. The music comes
out in whatever form it wants.
Sometimes we invite friends to add elements.
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A couple of us were also in Glowpeople, once upon a time.
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