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FA&FO
02:12
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I stay up late 'cause I'm not tired yet
Flexing autonomy that's become so hard to get
Not forcing feelings down or dismissing pain
One final space for our instincts to reign
Screamed through typed words or scrawl on legal pad walls
Tapped into a vein, let the bright gush of feelings fall
Building off my truths throughout all these years
Leaking out through my eyes, mouth, and ears
I won't sleep yet, no I'm not tired now
Full swing z-axis, fuck around and find out
Finding out what lies under everything
Finding out beyond us what that all could mean
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2. |
NOT QUITE SURE
02:37
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Oh to be born in interesting times
Wait for weeks when decades happen
When I see that first new light
I know, I know, I know…
Older now, deep in Unknowns
How many bridges can I burn?
Too many myths now blown
Through gaps and loss, I felt
If I knew everything about anything would I still be myself?
Through all these talks, I felt
Young doesn't mean wrong, but what time do I have left?
Caught myself falling away from now
But more aligned here at the core
Staying honest fighting my way now
Even though I'm not quite sure
I'm not quite sure
Eschewing this semblance of choices
While tempering my hubris and centering voices
Chipping away at these shells of truth
And we'll fill our house with Polaroids and journals and a thousand little particles of light
New waves to keep me up all night
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3. |
Legal Pad Wallpaper
03:08
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The austerity of my blank walls
Like a canvas for late night feeling
Covered in legal pad wallpaper
I fill it with quick poems and meaning
Just tryna be more honest
Just tryna read the room
And spark up essential conversations
That can lead to a better me and you
While everything around us
Warps with heavy rains and winds
Blowing around our futures
As we traverse Alewife T walk hills
Still this common sense of grounding
Anchoring us in shower-locked arms
Amidst a tornado of transience
Surviving via purple chairs and deep morning talks
And I want you here under these walls
Making plans to get work done
And I want us to quickly break those plans apart
As we get lost in random fun
So I wait for the all clear
Half anticipating it never comes
And you actually do disappear
As I scribble away on legal pad walls
So I wait for the all clear
And I trust it will come today
With a poem or two at the ready
So again I'll be affirmed that I can stay
And you'll say, "you can stay"
And I'll stay at least for today
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4. |
Checklists & Communists
02:12
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Running time today
Springboards from open minds, I'll play
As I start fillin' 'em up with far more clarity
I fought outside myself
Continuing to stock up our shared bookshelf
And I've been waiting for this moment
But I don't really know it
What it is or where it comes or how I'll have to show it
Manic energy drawing out the friendly alarms
Still none of them mean that I'm actually wrong
So now I'm running out, no more pressing up against time
Running out, never feeling more fine
Checklists and communists
Feel it out and feel it loud
Ride out our tectonic shifts
Binging Grey's Anatomy for the first time
Thinking something's gotta be wrong with me inside
(Haven't been to a doctor in so long, still so freaked out by the thought of drawing blood)
But it's such a way to reconcile and couple
The dual grandness of the macro and the micro
Thoughts of macro revolution all through the day
Then nights of micro human suffering streamed through our TV
Thinking of my old friends, some with kids and families
These real feelings, not just infinite checkerboard quandaries
And it all amounts to nothing
It all amounts to going nowhere
Paralyzed behind these screens
Where discourse never seems to leave
It all amounts to nothing
But can still feel so fucking good
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5. |
Wannabe Ghosts
02:35
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Are you another ball of pure humanity, trapped behind a screen and a camera, making someone else money as the whole world crumbles outside? Well same here, friend! Let's just sit with that for a moment, feeling out our shared yearning for a life that could be ours and a world that could be free. You and me.
We're all just wannabe ghosts sometimes. Maybe one day we'll get it right.
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6. |
Fire Escape
03:53
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Tiny voices between our sleep
An earnest, soft welcome
Sing it out now and then
With our backs against the wall
Seal in my fate until next Saturday
Forgot what I want
While I feel as though a change
Is coming home in the dark
Then you'll wait for me
Until I've closed and locked the door
Stay up late with me
Until our spirits have long gone
Will we find what we were searching for?
Carved out of time and war
Legs out the window
Squished in the fire escape
A little longer than I thought we would
But we're always okay
Feigned self intake, wasting memories
But I still see my face
With three years pounded into one
After three of stagnation
Posting's not praxis
Crave the calm of logging off
Feel our new thinking
Letting off false alarms
Will we find what we were searching for?
Carved out of time and war
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