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M i c r o f l i p
02:59
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Music is easy for
me and my friends
Time is just
an instrument
Comfort wraps you in a blanket
til yer dead
My portal
is a mirror
Look how it sounds
See how it hears
Comfort wraps you in a blanket
til yer dead
Time ain’t nothin’ but
an instrument
Time ain’t nothin’ but
an instrument
Time ain’t nothin’ but
an instrument
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2. |
smoke that gloss
02:52
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I’m awake
Afraid of knowing
that I’m on the other level
Handshake
Covid’s over
Why so afraid of falling in love ?
Tongue tied
Runnin’ round, I’m
humming sounds
that you’ve never heard of
Second sky
in my eyes
Yea I’m on the other level
Fuck malls, fuck them all
Don’t ask me why
Im on another level
Tongue tied
Runnin’ round, I’m
humming sounds
that you’ve never heard of
(that you’ve never heard)
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3. |
moving thru
02:24
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Can you feel it ?
One by one, move thru
Can you feel it ?
Riding through the city
smoking blunts with my Heaven, yea
Stopping at the Cousin’s
smoking blunts with my Heaven, yea
Pulling up to Sammie’s
smoking blunts with my Heaven, yea
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He is a ladder
She is a shed
He is the lightbulb
She is the bed
He’s in the fog
She’s in the sky
One is the needle
One is the eye
One is the eye
Oh, what’s the difference
Who’s to say
What’s a difference
Anyway
He is a ladder
She is a shed
(Evoke)
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5. |
In the Arms of Everyone
02:55
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I’m looking
at the shining stream of birds
over the field
Chasing traces of the sky
along the side
It’s hard to see
what’s guiding me
And what might be
a siren
If you fall asleep now
you won’t see the running waters
If you fall asleep now
you won’t see the rising sun
We’re all flying towards
the silver fixture
In the arms of everyone
Im sitting
in the fixer
til the silver stains my skin
While the murder out front
are keeping me awake
They’re taunting me
from the bare canopy
About my thoughtless wake
and my dreamless sleep
They’ve been gone for half a season
But I can still hear their songs
If you fall asleep now
you won’t see the running waters
If you fall asleep now
you won’t see the rising sun
We’re all flying towards
the silver fixture
In the arms of everyone
In the arms of everyone
In the arms of everyone
In the arms of everyone
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Fell asleep
beneath the muted moon
Woke up bathed in the
pure light ( bright white light )
Flooded and blinded
in the blooming of the night
Turn away, forget the sight
Your eyes are shimmering
like stars behind the leaves
If it weren’t so cold I’d stay
forever
To catch a glimpse of something
I have never seen
A shine so warm
It quells my shiver
Iridescence
on an otherwise
empty surface
Show me stillness
or so show me violence
Tell me why
because I need to know
I need to know
Climbing towards
the silent mountaintop
Standing on
the bottom of the sky
“I’ll meet You there”
“Break of dawn”
“To look you right in your eyes”
“To look you right in your eyes”
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7. |
our body
02:43
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Under Eden
Sleeping with my necklace on
Out with the old
Out with the new, too
Our body
There’s no falling out of it
Our body
There’s no falling out of it
Oh, to kiss you
beside The Bride Stripped
Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
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8. |
Developmentalenergy
00:33
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9. |
you are my earth now.2
05:21
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yea
you are my bread
and the hairline
noise
of my bones
you are almost
the sea
you are not stone
or molten sound
I think
you have no hands
laying in the open mouth of a new world
seen the clouds in a dream
You are my Earth now
stitched together by a shared sky
there’s my old earth
on the other side
this kind of bird flies backward
and this love
breaks on a windowpane
where no light talks
this is not time
for crossing tongues
( the sand here
never sifts )
this kind of bird flies backward
and this love
breaks on a windowpane
where no light talks
You are my Earth now
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10. |
my heart is on fire
05:12
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Comfort Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
music for millennials who wish they were zoomers and vice versa
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