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It’s a long, long road to the end of it
Wendigo cooled me down
I am cursed to walk the earth
Can’t remember how long
Watched the cold wind crawl
Bad things provoke art
I was in college, it was night I was alone
I was invited out of the cold
Where a couple smoked and drank
I sat with them for awhile
It felt like pity
Later on, while lost in life
I blinked at the green lights
I wondered whether or not to cross the road
It was night I was alone
Bad things provoked the start of it
Bad things provoked the start
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Auditor
04:26
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They excavated out west
Whatever it was they found
Not something to bring to light
You packed up your things and left
You’re riding a dead horse
You’ve made peace to walk along
The edge of where your being ends
Discarding your inner fear
Discarding your inner self
Think something’s controlling you
Make you keep a closed mouth
Nothing left to do but write
Most people are too caught up
And don’t listen enough
I’m riding a dead horse
Keep your eyes on north star
Hypnotized by pretty moon
Shows you where to lay your head
Shows you where to go next
Keep your ear to the ground
Soon you’ll know
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Both Fell
02:28
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You were here and now you’re there
It was the night we both fell
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Brie Parc
02:31
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Blur past birchwood, biking
Eating blueberries, poison
For all that work I still see myself crawling
See my psyche coddling, talking to itself
It’s been long, now I see the path is haunted
Sleeping in Iowa dreaming
All the hoping and fearing
It’s been long, now I see the path is haunted
How will we all make it?
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Half God
04:35
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Beside a throne of limestone and blood
Soon every son will lay on the outer banks
And dry out with the heaving and pulling
You may be a half-god
Just like the fragile pumping of a heart
That ticks and beats and walks while you’re asleep
Don’t stop on me
You may be a half-thought
Soon the blood will wash it out on the river banks
And you’ll heal from all the half god has done
But don’t heal me
Soon every son will lay on the outer banks
And dry out with the heaving and pulling
They swim over an underground river
Demanding worship and giving nothing in return
I’d like to sit with you on the river banks
And speak about the past and what’s to come
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Tropic
04:23
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Now you lift me off the ground
Now I’m halfway across the world
On the drive uptown, alone in the countryside
Oh my old friend we are not alike
Is the water fine?
To the pertune fire
There we split off with trials
Where were you when it turned it’s eye?
There’s a boulder held back with twine
On my shoulder you sleep the ride
On the highways you float by
In the humid haze of the tropic forest light
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In the Gothic Room
03:04
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Windows let in the light when it is midday
But they are boarded up
So it is always night
Hard to believe it’s late
As late as it is now
Trapped in the gothic room
Dangerously uneasy
Dim lamp over dusty electronics
Only source of light
Window let in the night
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Town in the Dust
02:44
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Keepin my feet above ground in the flood
You walk a path to the town in the dust
You flick it away like some swamp-living bug
And that’s why in grade school I really liked frogs
It drove all the cars to a valley in fog
They went off the cliff and they crash in the mud
Anthology of futile memories that I loved
Dead birds in the city drop down from above
You walk a path to the town in the dust
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Archive
05:02
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Went down to the well to catch another carp
It never runs dry, no low supply of parts
I was lonesome in the crowd, walking through the world
Followed by green eyes, lovers in the park
There’s no secret at the end of it
I was born in an archive, made in several parts
Pages cut the limbs, device in the heart
I was lonesome in the crowd, walking through the world
By the underground river of swimming green lights
There’s no secret at the end of it
My art is my tomb
I pace it in the dark
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Something to Arrive
03:22
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It’s the end of the world and you’ve lost all your friends
You’re tied to a chair
That was the dream you forgot
Now you spend your days just chasing the crows
On your front porch you watch that great world go by
Wait for something to arrive
The day never comes
The working masses with salt on their cars
Names on their clothes
Content to live and die toiling the road with a digital billboard in mist
Each day the same
Never a time for building a home
Grown in the patchwork you live and grow old
Wait for something to arrive
The day never comes
It’s the end of the world and you can’t find your friends
Now you wait for them to arrive
That was the dream you forgot
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