1. |
count to 10
02:12
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give a little blow and im gone with the wind
ion really kno where dust ends and i begin
but ive got a ticket to ride
tryna make it to the station in the nick of time
i saw a tiktok that i thought youd like
kept scrolling til my battery died
black mirror done gave me a fright
and thats like
just another night in the end times
one throne two headed angel
three halos four agreements
five pillars of faith
six extinctions
seven heavens on horizontal eight
a cat has nine lives and ten deaths
this cats half blind half deaf
filled to the brim with emptiness
once abundant now scarce
once an open wound now a scar
once upon a time n time n time again
i mute my friends i loosen ends
i tie a knot i tie a noose
i toss it when the serotonin levels out again
im so bipolar please comeover dont comeover
get the fuck away from me barely any air to breath
gtf away from me now im so alone always home but like
cobain i found friends in my head they say stay in bed
n count to ten
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2. |
fringe figure
02:03
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fringe figure with a finger on the trigger
only shoot my shot when im shattering a mirror
fragmented i oh me oh my
got big thing on my mind
might fight might jus take flighr
my loos screws make room for truth
if i could jus scooch over thered be room for two
but im claustrophobic
unless youre closing in like
a sense of doom
my death drive on a daily default
its addiction to the withdrawal
wish i could flutter like u
i still shudder when confronted with the truth
triered of figuring out whos who
connecting the dots like lifes blues clues
doodles in my notebook
would u take up the page if i asked u
leave the toolbox
keep the keys to the lock
bring the ink and the glue
its a joke knock konck
whos there?
Heavens door
im still knockin on heavesn door
got my fix came back for more
them pearly gates is a sight for sore eyes
after aall i is an after thought
i is an afterthought
i am an after thought
of God
fringe figure with finger on trigger
shoot my shot when im shattering a mirror
fragmented i
ima fight nahh
ima flyyyy
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3. |
traumantra
01:57
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i hit the concrete
took a beating
climb up palm trees
no escape when pacmans coming
saturn starving
guard the children
at the tangent
tunnel vision
primary colours
flowers violated
in the garden i fell from grace
gravity pinned me in place his face erased his frame remains
my name is stained and whose to blame
this story aint self titled the authors cited in all caps
dont look back
hindsight your blind
belittling the battle
high time youre humbled high child
its high time youre humbled
i hit the concrete
took a beating
climb up palm trees
no escape when pacmans coming
saturn starving
guard the children
at the tangent
tunnel vision
primary colours
flowers violated
powers out
pupils dilated
may i partake in your pasture morning after
im a low hanging fruit hungover persevere for the palm of
my lover lord pluck me before i fall and rot
pucker up lips of the abyss
deathwish kissed blissed class dismissed
you smile im lobotomised
throw a lifeline with a bait i bite
your hook puncturing the lips of the fish
thats icthys swimmin up the spinal discs
blindfolded by your kaleidoscope
now who spoke the spectrum into existence
not a flick of the wrist
just be and it is
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4. |
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fake it
til you make it
if you dont make it thats fate you never late
no white rabbit in this fairytale
is just gepetto in the belly of a whale
is just the pitter patter of the rain
swear peter pans gettin older by the day
and alice never made it out the maze
its been a decade mamas callin it a phase
no rush when im in my lane
on the billboards angels guide the way
lay your white lines i sniff the trail
and the engines purrin in prayer
next exit we part ways
destinations always the same
swear the friendship wasnt in vain pain never in vain
i felt it
i faked it
i feared it
i faced it
i found it
i forgot it
its fading fading fading
wait hold the gin i jus need the tonic now
and i been smokin nico since i was a teen
so if i kick a bucket jus to fill it up
ima burna bridge now i dun had enough
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5. |
pillar of salt
02:07
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Luv me
dont touch me
dun look this way
its nuthin
U gotta look ahead
Dont be
A Pillar of Salt
dont be a
pillar of salt
etc etc
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6. |
longXlat
03:53
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thats a false north
thats a trapdoor thats a detour thats a dead end
thats a false start
wheres my north star
longitude n latitude
summoning in song
north star im singing along
maybe history dont repeat
but she rhymes(bae)
tryna navigate a sci fi rn
with these time machines and frankensteins
forward rewind
wehn am i what am i forward rewind
when am i what am i for lord
what this mouthful for
(poem excerpt :"Have you prayed" by Li-Young Lee)
when the wind asks have you prayed
i know its just me reminding myself
a flower is one station between earths wish and earths rapture
and blood was fire salt and breath long before it quickened any wand or branch
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7. |
black hole tabernacle
02:21
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im damned if i deny it
im annointed
i consent to distance
thats the highest
beacon in my black hole tabernacle
northern star under my nose
all along
so it goes
my fragile dandelion
theres always wind around the bend
to blow you all away
so ill save my breath
i dodged a bullet when you beckoned
i dodged a bullet when you called (on me)
at the last second
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8. |
post-lobotomy outro
01:12
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its less like uphill more like see saw
its less like velcro more like smoke (yaea somersault)
less like earthquake more like landslide and
less like landslide more like freefall
its less like email more like oop phone call hello
its more like i love yall
i don even know what that means but i feelit
thats okay
still gota pulse in my veins take it easy
pumpin blood to my brain take it ez mmhmmmhmm
this has been black hole tabernacle thank you so much for listening
signing off byebye
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