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As a Bear, As a bird
05:17
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I slow beside your bells and armory, a fire in front of me.
I'm cold, but all the light that I can see only seems to be
Dirt and rust and salted memories.
So I unfold my arms and try to breathe.
You came to me a bear.
The amber of your eyes giving weight to morning's air.
You came to me a bear.
Before I ever held you there.
I see all of my drowsy mumblings and aimless stumblings.
I breathe to see me fingers slendering, a blurry rendering.
All that's lost's still worth remembering.
So sleep my dear and carve yourself a dream.
You came to me a bird.
And nakedly exposed the only voice I've ever heard.
You came to me a bird.
And bandaged me with every word.
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2. |
Lady's Fingers's
02:42
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3. |
Layers
04:01
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4. |
Prelude to Breath
03:59
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Sigh.
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5. |
Please
05:06
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Take all you can away from me.
Bind my tongue and eyes, just let me breathe.
All that I am will rise up again.
The echoes of every person I've been.
Too many to disregard or believe
And I will smile with broken teeth.
Oh, please.
Cast me out among your refugees.
Tie my hands and feet, just let me breathe.
And all that I've owned or let weigh upon me
Will leave me and finally allow me to see
That I have loved you unpassionately.
And I will cry myself to sleep.
Oh, please.
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6. |
Nothing at All
03:36
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I say I will
I say I will
I swear I will
I say I will
But what of my friends?
I'm still alive
I haven't died
and so I will try
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
I'm hearing you breath
and so I can see
a weight upon me
and so I believe
Nothing at all
On and on again we have got to get off
You're talking to me like I am a lost endeavor
On again we have got to get off
Finding a cure and I don't need a cause
My eyes have gone dry
So while I'm alive
I will not cry
or say that I'll find
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
I said I will
I said I will
I said I will
I said I will
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7. |
Wobble Roll
02:19
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This is not quite as simple as it seems.
I would not be awake if not for dreams.
Of old hands trembling
and endless quickening.
Eyes are on all your neighborhooded screens
I would choose me a different set of genes.
Hand, nail, and key.
Flint, mind, and tea.
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