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Overflow
01:25
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some girls in summer said I looked alright
but the joke isn't mine
all rosie everytime
with the softest desires
but i liked it
morale in circles
it's not for me
i'm just so frazzley
in time
all different clothes
nah it's stupid let go
by the feet see
that i liked it
if it pleases you
i'll overflow
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2. |
Sometimes It's Good
03:02
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be the best friend you never had
hold your head when you feeling bad
i'll be glad to get on the way
hold my breath because it's finally sinking in
this could be the one
loved you since our eyes connected
even though i hate myself
is this what you're hoping for
am i the boy of your dreams you love and more
ya know the insides
so what you feeling like
by yourself by the screen in of the night
forgetful that you were taught
sometimes it's good
and sometimes it's not
i'll rewrite all the words and start the conversation
and forget in a blur and lose the invitation
all erase it's my fault
only if they have the patience
it's our word it's our word
it's good
and sometimes its not
it's our word
it's our word...
it's good
and sometimes it's not
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3. |
Look at You
03:08
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look at you
trying lately
holding back
all of your plans
are there for the taking
like a piece together
split right open
could it because the pressures of a good job
is not your token
good job
the words never spoken to you
look around you
seein it gets harder-dangit
it's hard to make sense but you manage your tongue
in happenstances
so then all the others
all abandoned
all dependencies on good job
is not yet spoken
good job
it was not your token
like an awkward other one, other one
other one
an awkward other one, other one
other one
and all for another one, nother one
wouldn't be the soul
happy all alone..
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4. |
Tiny Bricks
03:51
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she says that my words are like tiny bricks
more like poetry than pickup sticks
hiding knees and scraped up toes
hanging over the window
my sandbox has got room for more
even when the sky's about to pour
a salty lick, we're up all night
that spongey kick...
turns the tide
i never wanted to go
(oh no...)
she took me under
her fancy--
clouds are my friends when I've been on drugs
moss is the place that i know and love
a bridge that meets the garden wall
ancient oak trees a hundred feet tall
i'm movin from the city now to somewhere different
glidin' down towards the cold pacific
the spooky sounds of the bugs n the darkness
the first time i drank was in a park like this
i wanted to go
she took me under..
her fancy clothes
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5. |
Sun Burn Song
02:17
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6. |
I Learned to Shout
03:34
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last time
we spoke it through, we, to eachother
it was not
half of what i wanted to tell you
but i wait
timing didn't make sense
you went away
i learned to wait
last time
we spoke about to each
we would talk about
inner conflict
people don't perceive
people wouldn't love me
if i feel down
let's talk it over i'll be good
you make this couch go away
harmful, lost his way
and he made some big mistakes
what i change today
so long it takes
so long it takes
this time
you go to shake hands and make out
with a new
cute person
this longing vacancy
seems to be
a long lost
strangers history
walking
looking up
don't even need gloves
you made it
and i learned to shout
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7. |
Slay (the patriarchy)
02:38
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how many roads do i have to wait upon?
moons and loons and tears i'm swimming on
hearts been closed cuz i left my baby home
off to the woods but my soul is bleeding from
all that i've seen
slay the patriarchy
winters rough but i fight the demons off
when i get warm thats when i get to be soft
hill by hill by mountain peak
i wait for the storm inside me patiently
all that i know
patriarchys gotta go
and now i realize
that this is real life
back in the thick of it
i won't get used to it
and now i realize
i lost my sparkled eyes
it's never my fault
patriarchy locked the vault
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the sun is moving
the air is cooling
the breeze delivers
nutrients to the rivers
concrete
and the tomato vine
the hills keep rolling
the chill gets stoking
the bees are working
young hearts get-a-flirtin
concrete
and the tomato vine
the flow of forces
the rag of horses
shooting of stars
wishes made from behind bars
concrete and the tomato vine
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Harley Alexander Powell River, British Columbia
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