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Time Pockets
04:12
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Collecting all the sights and sounds through the night.
Store it deep into our pockets, safe from the consequence of time.
We're running down faster towards those blinding lights.
We made a quick retreat just as they called our names from behind.
If there is no zenith to nostalgia,
I shall ponder on and on and wistfully on.
The occupancy of the pockets I call to mind,
infinite, or limitless: the answer will come.
Just let time decide.
If you forget me, I'll feel the sting.
If you forget me, I'll feel the sting.
You don't yet know me, so let's agree
that you will never leave my heart,
you will never leave me.
Run or drag your feet,
we're still at warped speed.
Reach into shallow voids
and you will find your piece/peace.
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2. |
Everything Here
05:27
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The buildings are changing by the minute,
and everything you once thought as familiar
is nothing but a shadow on the walls.
From the woods you still hear the empty calls
to take a walk around the dark
without a second thought.
Because they're living it up, yeah,
they're living it up, but you know
that everything here's about to go.
We could be living it up, living it up just for now.
But we're giving it up now, we're giving it up for what we've found
to be the truth in our lives and we know
that everything here must go.
So when this goes down,
stick around, stick around.
Faces pass, but they'll drop the second glance.
Better things to do in a better part of town.
Thankful to turn to something worthwhile.
Grow on light, make me a fighter.
And when the hands drop under test,
forsake, forsake the rest.
Because they're living it up, yeah,
they're living it up but you know
that everything here's about to go.
We could be living it up, living it up just for now.
But we're giving it up now, we're giving it up for what we've found
to be the truth in our lives and we know
that everything here must go.
So when this goes down,
stick around, stick around.
The words are still ringing through my head.
Everything you've said is all I need
to make it through these days
with a smile on my face.
And I know that we'll make it through.
Everything will be okay
and may you never stray.
Because they're living it up, yeah,
they're living it up, but you know
that everything here must go.
We could be living it up, living it up just for now.
But we're giving it up now, we're giving it up for what we've found
to be the truth in our lives and we know
that everything here must go.
So when this goes down,
stick around, stick around.
So when this goes down,
stick around, stick around.
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3. |
Merely Ephemeral
05:56
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She's gentle,
she's tactful, natural.
Is it obvious I'm oblivious
to my own emotions?
Images in my memories of her smile.
Is it a shame I only see her once in a while?
But will you ever know my name
while life delays the calling fade?
So eager to erase what was,
what might be, what wasn't.
The color schemes are changing now
thanks to the tears I saw.
Can I change the colors for you too?
Living life in hurried trance,
or dying slowly.
Tell me what this is.
It's (it is), is it (it is),
merely ephemeral?
I can't see
the sun through the leaves.
I'm choking on these endless trees.
I'm clawing for some simple ease.
But will you ever know my name
while life delays the calling fade?
So eager to erase what was,
what might be, what wasn't.
The color schemes are changing now
thanks to the tears I saw.
Can I change the colors for you too?
Living life in hurried trance,
or dying slowly.
I don't know what you're looking for.
I don't know what you're searching for.
I don't have all the answers now.
But I know...
I see you, I see the colors in your eyes. (I don't.)
I don't know what you're looking for.
I don't know what you're searching for.
I don't have all the answers now,
and I never will.
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Neighborhood Breeze
05:47
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Put this city in a book,
who would the main characters be?
The support, the archetypes.
Would villains arise, blot out the sun?
Or is it just a story of love?
A suburban journey of carrying on?
Cos' we all need a place to call our own, our home.
Connect with me.
Sunlight and neighborhood breeze
puts you at ease.
We'll scale the trees.
All the browns, all the greens.
And count to 3,
reside with me.
Would you be there for me
when the darkness becomes too bleak?
Even if it's just a dream
would you call my name?
Would you yell? Oh, would you scream for me?
Cos' we all need a place to call our own, our home.
Connect with me.
Sunlight and neighborhood breeze
puts you at ease.
We'll scale the trees.
All the browns, all the greens.
And count to 3,
reside with me.
In the end...
Cos' we all need a place,
a pocket of space
to call our own,
our home.
Connect with me.
Sunlight and neighborhood breeze
puts you at ease.
After everything,
you know where I'll be.
Just trail my feet.
Reside with me.
In the end...
I'll call this place my home.
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6. |
The Noise
02:02
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Yelling like a boy,
driving straight to a place
I'd much rather be.
The light is the key.
A place where
the thoughts won't betray me.
Where they shake my hand
and they pat my back.
Would the noise just settle down
if I were to build upon
the mistakes I would make
while I stood there with a blank expression?
Asking why, why oh why?
Why would this happen to me?
If the noise would just settle down.
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7. |
Fragmented Sun Sessions
04:58
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Sleep on the tangled mess
of shattered memories of things
we've held so dear through time.
Dream about the collective warmth
all staying close by, as if the sun
wasn't asleep at night.
Meet me there where the fragments all play
upon the cracks of an old window pane.
The sun speaks in a voice we can't hear
to the listening clouds of unrelenting ears.
A sound like a thousand trumpets.
Trace the light and you'll see.
A sound.
Calm light. These streets must be
wandered to find the silhouetted truths
of undaunted disguise.
C Street crossing. Telling structures
of old distract. I want to feel the sights
flood within my fingertips.
Meet me there where the fragments all play
upon the cracks of an old window pane.
The sun speaks in a voice we can't hear
to the listening clouds of unrelenting ears.
A sound like a thousand trumpets
deep within your bones.
The warming of your head
down to your toes
from the fragile silence.
It's deafening, covertly brings
a wonder to the world around.
When the earth retreats away from the light,
I'll stay up and watch for the sights.
The clouds sleep, and so do we.
But tonight, just leave me on the front porch.
Left to conceive a distant fantasy
of all the wonders talking amidst a gathering.
Oh, may this never stop.
(Have a thought, just one or more
for beauty's sake in this decor.)
Like a thousand trumpets
deep within your bones.
The warming of your head
down to your toes
from the fragile silence.
It's deafening, covertly brings
a wonder to the world around.
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8. |
Mapmaker
03:34
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The tiny bits of stardust faded from existence,
but only visually. For the particles persisted.
They traveled to my room and found me asleep.
Lost in some mundane dream,
they took me to the skies, to an ocean of stars.
What was only real in books and screens
was a guide to the endless sea.
Iridescent creams and polished seams
that led to pockets beyond glowing streams.
As the lights teem, I can only think,
"In the starry tide, worthy I've been deemed
of such beautiful dreams."
I arrived at an observatory.
Pen and parchment placed before me.
"Come now, young Mapmaker."
I drew a trail from here to there,
sang a song, and bid them all a fond farewell.
The landmarks seemed familiar.
A streak of light in pursuit
as I broke the atmosphere.
Back in my room still in slumber,
familiar air of warmth and comfort.
This is home.
Iridescent creams and polished seams
that led to pockets beyond glowing streams.
As the lights teem, I can only think,
"In the starry tide, worthy I've been deemed
of such beautiful dreams."
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9. |
Idyllwild
02:29
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I feel the change deep inside my bones.
It affects me indelibly. Alters the words in our songs.
A fresh new canvas before me.
I want to make something beautiful.
My mind is of the ripening,
thoughts transforming, unravel; go.
(I don't see the harm in holding on.)
The summer air, the winter breeze,
it slices me. I know where I belong.
(The hurt is subsided by the promises I know we guided.)
When the pain is almost tangible,
I look forward. I know it's not over.
And when our words run dry,
all we can do is grow/groan.
And the chant grows ever strong.
And the chant grows ever strong.
And we all grow ever strong.
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10. |
Eyes That Halted Stars
05:23
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Today I wrote a poem about the passing of time,
crafting memories using details of days gone by.
I started with the streetlamps of every town I've seen,
and we danced among the darkened shops,
dim lights, and empty streets.
Then you looked at me
with these eyes that halted stars.
Torn apart, I cease the memory,
because in my dreams,
we're one and together, left to forever.
These thoughts may be fleeting but it's worth mentioning.
"Today you'll step outside to the rising light.
Bury deep the dreams of heart.
Recall the place, the day, the time."
"Journey's end you seek,
but you'll need open eyes.
You've got the head of a dreamer-
desperate to speak but always ready to hide."
But she looked at me
with these eyes that halted stars.
Worlds apart, struggling for words to speak.
Yet it's in my dreams
we're one and together, left to forever.
I may be a dreamer but it's worth it to me.
Only in my dreams I can see
her presence as a lasting truth.
Tonight I sleep. May tomorrow bring
another memory with you.
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