It’s all in the 👁 👁.
What’s held back?
The 🧠 gone wrong.
She was the 💃.
What’s held back?
💧rushing strong.
I was up for 💃🎶🕺 in June.
What’s held back?
The 🌙, so long.
She was me, just a little more complicated.
What’s held back?
The final🕊️ 🎵.
Those were our last and wildest days.
No matter the season, we cannot wait for the weather to change. We must have hot showers to fight the blistering cold. We're always missing something. We've got all kinds of thoughts about - whatever it is, we just can't wait to find out. Still the weather's always changing. And we must keep our feet on this slowly-shifting ground. We must keep our hearts open, keep that beating sound around. The weather outside may be just perfect this time of year. When we miss out we really miss out. Heartache pays off when you're buried in snow and can't feel a thing. We have to keep our feet right here on this salinated ground. Listen to the clock hands moving. See the dark lights lining the lane? The weather is not afraid to quit because it knows we can't handle the fear of missing out. The weather knows a thing or two about delicate positions. It knows we live in flimsy houses built close to rising tides.
You were the hungry one.
You were the ornery one;
the haunted one that survived…
the only one I ever loved.
You were the hopeful one.
You were the faithful one;
the sacred one I waited for…
the only, only one.
Now I know without you
how the slow days go so lonely.
Now I know without you
how lonely days go slow.
Now I know how isolation
spreads everywhere like cancer.
Now I know how it feels to be
some fruit left on the vine…
long past picking time.
You were the precious one
I can’t let go of.
You were the cautious one
I couldn’t fool.
You left me lifetimes
to remember, darling.
Now I’m living lifetimes
of over-ripe regret.
This is a song about a universe who was a parent
It worked all day and night for its children
It only got what it paid for
It was the kind of universe
That never asked for anything
It was the kind of universe who had no time alone
It said its time was up
“All of me is spreading out and wasting here”
It told us everything
It told us too much
We turned it into a mechanism
We forgot it is an organism
It gave its life to a life of crime
It will die in anger
We will say it was a leader
It was the kind of universe
You’d never wanna be without
It will die in cold, slow anger
Only a few of us ever saw it with its hair down
For little selves in agonies, the world takes time to realize what dreams may come. If we saw this moment at every moment we might learn to welcome missing the smile on memory's face. We'd dive into a pool of pink lemonade, in this moment at every moment, like fools, we'd try to drive to the moon. I'd tell you I love you. In a world without past, and no predictive dashboards, after a long and dirty search, we found fresh seawater and a sandy beach where we could sit and sigh together. My feathered arms trembled as they held you, next to an ocean breezing deep; thrilled by brushing up against another’s wings, things fragile and made for turbulence.
When it gets this quiet things start to read hard. I used to run my fingers from the back of your neck to the where'd it all go. You were gonna be the only one. And I was gonna be the only one. So long lost in the kung-fu grip of everything. What’s long gone is what I'm looking for. So long lost in the kung-fu grip of everything. The so long gone is all I’m asking for. I am going down to the river alone. I am going to the river for a while to be alone with the frogs and the fish and the slick, smooth stones. I am going down to the river alone.
I’ve been told
we have the power
to make laws
such that
all could live
without poverty
and bask
in the smell
of fresh, apple pies
set to cool
in kitchen windows
that overlook
plush, green
backyards.
The power to let
everyone sleep
in heavenly cottages.
It verges on the magical.
Yet,
I know you’re right,
when you say
that power
is a misery engine
and wealth
an isolation machine.
We all know you’re right.
We see it everyday.
Still-
despite
all the evidence:
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ABRACADAB
ABRACADA
ABRACAD
ABRACA
ABRAC
ABRA
ABR
AB
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So if you're ready, we can start.
You can take off all you want
but you can never really leave.
So ignore everything and come and dance with me.
I said, ignore everything and come and dance with me.
Cause we can start tonight.
I’ll make it easy to forget you.
Cause you've lost how many days, and there’s no going home.
I don't know how you do it.
I guess it's fate or love.
Both so hard to see from behind the hourglass.
So if you're ready, we can start.
You can take off all you want
but you can never really leave.
If you're ready, we can start.
If you're ready, we can start
but you can never really leave.
No, you can never really leave.
All the lights have turned on
And we’re wearing our disguises
Yeah, you got a fancy coat now.
Now we’re in the mood for getting out.
Getting out to see the moon—
See the moon—it’s an old man.
See the old man, see the old man, see the old man in the sky.
Come on, yeah, you want it.
Come on, god, you want it.
Come on now, you want it.
Come on, you want it now.
Well, we took the long way ‘round.
Long way ‘round old Downing Street.
We've been rolling, we've been running.
Everything out on the table like some pre-sacrifice.
And I would wait for this forever
just to be treated nice.
But we don't live in the past, in the past, little angel.
We don't live in the past anymore anyhow.
We only live for tomorrow, little angel, precious darling.
Who wants to live in the past anymore anyhow?
We breath the dreams of dreams come true,
And how I love to be breathing while putting one foot in front of the other.
And, no, my feet never ever even touch the ground.
And every step I take, they tell me I’m walking,
They tell me I’m walking on the path.
Though the bright moon is far above,
And the sun won't shine on me for hours to come,
They keep telling me every day that I am walking on the path, that I am finding my way.
Nights like this I become a hero.
A hero is someone who is like someone who would never ever, never once, never twice,
Ever ever never again…
A hero becomes the shade in between the lights on the path.
Every night, beside me.
Take my advice and try to be a hero in the cold of night.
And listen when they tell you you’re on the path.
Every day try to get a little bit of dream.
Try to get some deep breaths beneath the ever-glowing sun.
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