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Shades and Tones
05:18
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love is a blood red, fear is just a brighter shade
memory is saturation, its absence a peaceful gray
I have an old canvas for ulterior intentions
of dominating artists, flinging shades of red
drown in gory paint until I die
I'll never complain or explain why
shades and tones of what has long since passed
color earth and sky and it will last forever
is there mercy? is there peace? is there anyone who sees?
build an altar on the ground and burn this canvas, burn it down
burn this canvas to the ground
burn this canvas, burn it down
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Midsummer
03:45
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A Wandering Mind
10:22
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crows come home without a noise
broken branches make a nest
quiet voices would be best
when crows come home, they don't rejoice
crows come home and never age
put a marble on the rug
morning sun can only shrug
at a dark bird's barless cage
try to read a wandering mind
that takes your heart so far away
it's all right to be afraid
but welcome home the birds you find
afraid to be indifferent to every passing thought
the demons that bite until you cry
red dogs are not inerrant and never need to be fought
find the next updraft and try to fly
crows come home and settle down
you're OK with them around
crows come home and say good night
in the morning you take flight
open skies
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Laying Foundations
03:16
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Where the Adventure Led
10:38
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daylight, daylight
I run to you; you're within view
your woods are vast and faceted
your door lies down the hill from me
I'm not where I'm supposed to be
but that's where the adventure led
daylight, cloud cover
rest my mind; you're always kind
reflecting on a day well spent
my body is sunburnt and tired
but suddenly I feel inspired
to record what I think we meant
when we had our day together
two days past and I don't know what we meant or what this song is about but it's changed to seven-eight and that's new for me so let's have fun
shoehorned meaning on a pleasant afternoon -- what's wrong with me? my first instinct is to romanticize every experience
can't I just go for a nice walk? is this where every adventure leads?
here I have this little demon, wrapped him by his tail around my finger
he takes my inspiration, torches it, then leaves the ashy doubts that linger
if I bottle up his body, part of me will die along with him
and if I indulge his ego, I'll spend my life running after him
but if I attack his nonsense, I'm afraid that I'll turn into him
how did demons end up in this song? what was I singing about?
daylight, constant star
you're always there when I'm nowhere
guiding light, you are my thirst
upon the sight of hills and trees
and every grass stain on my knees
my glowing core, burn bright and burst
curiosity is my cornerstone
a wandering mind that's
never afraid to be alone
even when my thoughts are dead
and I have let the shadows in
I'll count on you to warm my skin
if that's where my adventure leads
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6. |
Crows of Many Colors
16:42
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every voice listening
Progressive rock that's sometimes punk.
LGBTQ+ and mental health stuff.
Electric baritone ukulele.
Yes, I'm serious.
(she/her)
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