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Suburbs
03:43
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To get caught in the suburbs
Amongst the right and proper
Modes of perspiration
I'd rather to go get lost
In the woodland somewhere
Don't get caught in the suburbs
Amongst the right and proper
Terms of procrastination
Why don't you go get lost
Why don't you go get lost somewhere
My feet pound those old slabs
That held these buildings
My feet pound those old slabs
that held these old buildings
That won't be remembered...
In the suburbs somewhere
I feel trapped in autumn
Change comes around about winter
I'm running on fumes by spring
Let the rain come
Come and wash me clean
I wait to drip ink onto
paper that's laced with concrete
moving slow as my thoughts
I use it to go get lost
Lost in the ether somewhere
This work feels more like waiting
And the energy that I've just spent
Starts to seem more like waste
But these are challenges so we can grow and be prepared
For the things we are not
Equipped to handle right now...
But I've just about got a handle on what I think
And I've just about got a handle on wear I sink
I've just about got a handle
But I'm ready to lose a handle somewhere
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Plunge
02:58
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You only used to play with your favourite toys
But now a break is just a work in waiting
You only used to play with your favourite toys
But now a break is just a work in waiting
Waiting on the crest of a wave
Anticipant to throw yourself into the void
Soaking in a technicolour bath melting your throne down to your bones
Space to let your mind breath out for
A constructive mind of madness
The doors that swing are open
You just have to walk right through them
Waiting on the crest of a wave
Anticipant to throw yourself into the void
Time to let your thoughts fly out
Tick tock
Tick tock
Two for what their worth are great
And three can really make it shine
But even with the poles in place
One sour look and it blows up into you
Waiting on the crest of a wave
Anticipant to through yourself into the void
Time to let your thoughts fly out
Tick tick tick tock...
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I'm New Here
03:10
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A healthy glow beneath a ruddy face
A foreign mother keeps me right in my place
New found sounds amongst the mews and boiler hums
Warming my heart a drum bangs loud
A mother proud stands beside
She invites me inside
And between the sofa and the cases
A small girl plays a melody so easy through her
Fingertips onto piano keys which
Drew me there at first so easy
So easy
Take these hands and use them for your own works
But when you're done help me clean up for what it's worth
Pump that fuel right through these veins and let your
Compass reign because mines about to stop
Others groans being something more than what you bottle and store
Others groans being something more
That what you find in stores
I say breath quick whilst the air is neigh
Because that ends thick and soon we'll all be thinner
But hopefully all as thin as each other
Lord knows there's enough to go around
On the other hand enough to gobble down amongst the few
On the other hand enough to wobble down amongst the que
Forgive me I'm new here
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Rattle
03:37
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Rhyming verses trickling smoothly down from their lips, with a potency they could not realise.
artistic succession imparted into inspired ears
Bottling fuel and selling it to wandering minds that find themselves in greenest fields.
Producing fruits in clusters once picked and sorted, boast a flavour never synthesised
And once tasted never the same though the passage is familiar
a fragrance never lost or changed into something without memory
beautifully anew
Fresh and individual. Calm and colloquial,
Like dripping water filling buckets rigged to moisturise from overflow.
Round and round the cycle goes. Never slowing and certainly not stopping anytime soon
Even under pressure
the madness flows to gushing riptide fury.
Forever carving routes through the landscape
Sweet renaissance.
Where we'd enjoy new colours and unity in a world that's round
Where digital signals holding sound in a firm but tender grasp
Now more and less of the same
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Sleep Talk
02:56
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Make me a whole for me a home
Make me a whole for me a home
Stationary on trusty wheels within your mothers arms
At least you were until you
Wandered
If you are
Steadied in love, studying love,
worthy of trust and ready to trudge.
Please
Tell me I'm wrong tell me I'm wrong
Tell me I'm wrong
Pull me in and snap me back
Pull me in and snap me back
Follow me deeper onto tender floors
How does it feel to be fully known
How does it feel to be fully known
I shout at the top of my voice
One arm raised to the sky
and at the top of my voice
Expecting answers creating similar noise
How does it feel to be fully home
Steady in trust
Worthy of love
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NEWQUOTA Bristol, UK
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