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One Man Island
01:47
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I am just a one man island with far too many heads, all chipped from the same stone. Wrapped in wrangling roots I am entombed. Can't see past the sea that surrounds where I was raised then pulled down in to its murky depths among volcanic ocean vents. Built my house on mountains, way up high, only to be taken by a telic tide. In this ocean I can't survive with no more air to imbibe. There's still hope left now that I'm no misanthropist.
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Inhaling Acceptance
02:25
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Some say this is a disease. I think we just need to breathe, exhale anxiety. Soon enough we'll see no matter what life puts us through we must stand tall and true not wait idly by for a reaching-hand-rescue. I was sealed away in my cave and I lost hope then found myself in sight of a swinging rope. Then I fell to my knees and it dawned on me all I need to do is breathe, inhale deeply. Just Breathe. Exhale Anxiety. Just Breathe. Just Breathe Unease.
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Common Ground
01:28
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Cold water drops and molten hot lava rocks spewing forth and cooling down making us this common ground where we stand and voice our thoughts, chasing back the social rot. So why hide from the inevitable day our brains bubble over with colloquy? There so much that we share; supersaturated air precipitates into palaver.
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Conversationalists
02:06
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Thank you, to those who keep me up 'till dawn
No good, can come of this friendship
We try to make this work anyways
Anyways, whats the point of this?
Keeping loose ties
All but discussion-less
Open up our eyes
We are just shy conversationalists
Too often our foot in our mouths
At the time we most need to shout
"I think it's about time
you open and share your stale closed mind"
I know I'm not the best
but I've got some good ideas
and if you lean in close I will whisper in your ear
I'll tell you what I've thought
about our co-inspired lives
and how I felt as I fell looking through your eyes
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Sunny Side Up
02:17
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Cold rain falls heavy upon tin roof tops sounding off like gatling-fired gun shots, echoing in to back alley streets. Radios chime in their chattering teeth. Dark storm clouds, they do part making way for this day to start. The sun says, "Hello." The sun shines brighter in my eyes sent through the clouds up in the sky. The sun says, "Hi" and waves goodbye. (Goodbye)
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