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It'll All End In ...
01:53
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Three fates have spun the best of me,
A constant disassembling,
weaved in the cloak of everything
Its a chasm threaded carefully
And what applies to me?
Of everything that’s looming underneath?
I don’t need to know for certain,
I just wish to peer behind that curtain
Its the thread spun, woven tightly, and cut loose on
Fibrous futures, hooks and verses, spend life staring at scars post-suture
Hope for one more to outshine all it eclipses
But it all ends in ellipses
Well three fates have got the best of me
my incoherent ramblings spill out into the everything
I sit and I scrawl, “Have they remembered me at all?”
“Well have you?”
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Thank you
02:51
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These days I’m overwhelmed by everything
From the Tatrans to the Urals, from the Rockies to the Andes
Has smallness really what’s become of me?
But to all those who reach out
Thank you, thank you, thank you,
All in all, I was never really one to get involved
I never thought it was the diffidence
To get a better hold on me
And all the cackling of lonely hearts
Whispers whale, clattering
My ego’s whittling
I’m shooting blindly in the dovecote
Thinking of everything she wrote to me that night
I’m pulling 180-somethings, starting from a new place with everything I’ve tried
But do I have nothing left to say?
Or have I just embraced a quieter pace?
And so I stare at each box in the sky
And try to match all the flickering lights
Held long enough, just long enough to let the night pass by
I never thought it was the diffidence
To get a better hold
And all the cackling of lonely hearts
The whispers
The whaling
The wanting
To fall in or fall out
To sleep in or get out
To talk more and reach out
To Edwin, Maysam, Jarrod or Mary
To James, Samyuktha, Michelle or Zachary
Have three sisters really come to define me
Can I ever stop a distaff unwinding or do I just stay shut?
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Spring Colours Type Beat
02:45
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And though I never found it any more than what it is to be
To get right and never go on
I guess I’ll never grow old
Black lungs
Black earth
Bull eyes
Locked on black gold all lead to black skies
Scorched earth
New Highs
Flash floods flash fires
White guilt wrapped in white lies
But did I ever really want it more?
Or did I wanna sit free?
From a guilty conscious and a complex of
“I know I’m doomed so why blame me?”
“Well why blame be?”
Well I don’t know, what its for any more
An open door, a calling that you can’t ignore
Now I don’t know, what its for any more
But if its war, then its all of us they’re coming for
Well I don’t know, what its for any more
An open door, a calling that you can’t ignore
Now I don’t know, what its for any more
Well I don’t know, I don’t know
Well I don’t know, what its for any more
A slow descent, can we even really pay the rent?
Now I don’t know, what its for any more
To break and bend, are we really here at the end?
Well I don’t know, what its for any more
An open door, a calling that you can’t ignore
Now I don’t know, what its for any more
But if its war, then its all of us they’re coming for
Well I don’t know, what its for any more
A slow descent, can we even really pay the rent?
Now I don’t know, what its for any more
To break and bend, are we really here at the end?
Well I don’t know, what its for any more
An open door, a calling that you can’t ignore
Now I don’t know, what its for any more
Well I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
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Spring Colours Toronto, Ontario
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Spring Colours is:
Susie
Sean
Lukas
Jacob
Amani
David
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