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Beanie Baby
01:28
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Wrapped around my head
Like a pillow case
Soften up my ears
Sing myself to sleep
Like a basket case
Growing old and grey
You know what they say, wear the ones that stay
Stitched onto my head it seems
Covering my eyes it sees for me
So how were you misplaced so easily
My sorting sat
You only sort of sorted me out it seems
My red sox cap
A temporary name that pertains to me
My same old crap
Is easier to bare when I'm under thee
My off grey beanie
Oh why oh why oh why did you run from me
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Old Hands (windy pines)
01:36
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Stay inside
Try to pass the time
With songs like these in mind
This might be the one
But you say that every time you lie
Can’t take me anywhere with me
Go outside
You’ve been right before
Kubb is a valid sport
It takes me back in time
Back to Windy Pines once more
To hang around the porch
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Covered in the leaves
Dwindling philosophy
Juggling the reasons I’m alright
Sensitivity
Some things I can hardly bare
Portioning the perils of my mind
They can’t understand
Floating in a sea of lies
Honking the streets
Wakes me before morning can
Probably should have woken up by now
Hope they rest in peace
Ghosts sometimes they sail away
Wonder what that’s like such Quietude
They can’t understand
Floating in a sea of lies
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4. |
Open Arms
04:00
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I thought of something funny
I made it up
But the bigger pictures scary
And all we’ve got
Are labors that distract the thought
We rushed here in a hurry
With open arms
Yet they grew sick and weary
And shut their doors
I'm surprised it doesn’t happen more
Don’t feed the fire feed the boar
Watch me sink into my chair
And save me
From pulling out my Hair
Picture something perfect
In front of you
Etch-a-Sketch a compass
In black and blue
And led it lead me west to you
Just careful how you’re stepping
To get across
And quit you’re prophesizing
You’re better lost
Unless you notice somethings off
Just leap when you want to leap off
It’s a shame but not a shame enough
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Silence treats me well
Enough to know its name
So take me by my hand
Let’s both go to insane
Through tunnels made of trees
Hold your nose
To fight the allergies
A giant in the well
Can barely feel my feet
Atop the ocean floor
A sea anemone
Or just my enemy
Water flower
That’s hungrier than me
Not a coward
Just someone here to please
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6. |
Favorite Song
01:47
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What’s your favorite song
Hopefully I like it
Also what’s your last name
It's getting kind of warm
But not enough to bike out
To my planet fitness
Wasn’t made for photosynthesis
The things I try to hide from you
If you had to choose
Between a faithful moose or
Mind control of geeses (sic)
It's cheesy pick up lines
That aren’t supposed to work but
Maybe just tonight I’ll try to tell you
Something simpler
The things I think but never say
And censor like the magistrate
I’ve seen much worse for first dates
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It’s getting harder and harder
To stay asleep and get through the night
Thinking 'bout all this clutter
No wonder my knots won’t untie
You can drive yourself crazy
Thinking back through all of your songs
Cruel how the things you love most
Can turn around to haunt you
Where else can you go at 4 in the morning
I’m trapped in bed like a beach boy buggin out
Plus these meds are making me crazy
They’re clogging up my head till its blue
Some say it takes a village
To raise a little buck like yourself
But I think it takes some pillage
To add a couple bucks to your wealth
And though I might feel crazy
Insomnia is better than most
Tough medical conditions that
Turn around to haunt you
Where else can you go at 4 in the morning
I’m trapped in bed like a beach boy buggin out
Plus these meds are making me crazy
Surely sleep will come soon to save me
Don’t think about it or else the thought will
Clog up your big head till its blue
Flip your shoulder side to side it’s hurting you
Whisper thoughts and close your eyes it’s helping you
Focus on your long slow breathe i think it’s true, I think its true
Who knows whats true,
I know its true
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8. |
Daytime Blues
04:15
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Turn a page
Mystic sage
The kind of things that bothers you
And puts you in a maze
Golden lime
Colored wine
Is all you find important
A wasted use of time
Overjoyed
Fill your void
With all those things
You thought wouldn't hurt you
Underused
Daytime blues
Hold your breath
So that I can breathe for you
All that’s good
Livelihoods
Are not meant to fulfill you
In other ways that could
Steal those lines
Hope Chris won’t mind
He knows much more than anyone
What occupies my time
Maybe I
Can’t recline
Until I find
A better set of chords
Let me in
Elliot
Though truth be told
He probably would avoid me
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Sound the trumpets
You can’t hide from this
Though you may have
The whole day off
You can’t win
No imposter
Can exemplify
All wrongdoings
Childish mood swings
More than him
This might be the last time that you hear from me
This might be the last time that we walk down this dim lit streets
Towards our separate condiments
Think of rectitude
As a parachute
When you collide
With the hillside
I’lll be standing there
Just another mind at work too scared to show
Just another long day off to prove what things you still don’t know
Fatalistic attitude
Bring a chair
Sit beside the tallest tree
Ninety in the shade ain’t free
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Get in on the joke
It’s not funny less your high
Laugh until your blue
Wave a motion towards the sky
Out of sight, Out of mind
That feeling that I felt when things were not quite right
And makes me run in circles
Got in on the joke
Didn’t laugh because I cried
Not the happy kind
More like tears of rage at strangers walking by
Out of sight, out of mind
That feeling that I felt when things were not quite right
Hopefully, I’ll go blind
The tingle in your bones that cuts me like a knife
And hurts until you're purple
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11. |
Wonderer
02:59
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Laugh until I split my sides
Break a bone but not in real life
Cut a deal with that old timer’s knife
Sing a song about your day
Play with little kids then walk away
Need a reason to wake up today
Till then I’ll wait here macabre
And wonder how I should pronunciate
Fell asleep behind the wheel
Homer Simpsons daydream’s real
Overworked but not quite overpayed
Missed my chance so typically
Raced the clock and lost so expectedly
A constant fear of bees illogically
So then I’ll wait here quietly
And wonder how to find you casually
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Gather round my friends
Quiet down and then
Listen to a story
i don’t know
Eyelids closing shut
Words are falling up
Help this reader
Won’t amount to much
The substitute don’t mind
He whispers while he rhymes
He’s not gonna hurt you
He’s not gonna hurt you
He’s not gonna hurt you
Manic energy
Fills the library
Hope it doesn’t
Bother others much
Read along the words
Careful pictures turn
Where’s the bear who
Hides from his own book
And the substitute don’t mind
He whispers while he rhymes
He’s not gonna hurt you
He’s not gonna hurt you
He’s not gonna hurt you
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