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Gone
06:48
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The intrusion of silence
Masked our soft faces
Time through our hands
In a land without places
The pink moon goes out
Temperatures rising, when you’re gone
the matches explode
and the Canyons flow over, when you’re gone
it’s the Winter of citrus
Children are breathless, when you’re gone
The rafters have fallen
Creeks are all swollen, when you’re gone
When the sun goes down
The fires are climbing, when you’re gone
The weeds get cold
Puzzles smolder, when you’re gone
When the bunkers are empty
Filled with darkness, when you’re gone
the blue -flights flashing
They start asking questions, when you’re gone
Sand in your sheets
Sweetness on snake tongues
We walked empty streets
Our movements were unsung
When you find you’re alone
In the comfort of home
Our world is bigger on the inside
When the doors are all gone
When you're gone
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Future
04:13
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We begin in the end
With a single need
Stick to the ground
Till the strays come out
Whoever lives will see
The future will tell
They will slowly dance
Robes of white wool
The friction of the moons
Lighting up the wood
Nothing Before
Nothing More
We are unbound
Till the coals die out
Whoever lives will see
The future will tell
Qui Vivra Verra
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Gravity
05:11
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Gravity is in that fall
You haven’t seen it fall away
From the sound you took
At seventeen you called
With a clear dream of danger
your hand to the wall
Without a signature
In the scene that killed the stranger
When the sun blinds your heart
Remember angels
When you walked in the graveyard
fog doused the candles
When they fall away
When the prophets call
Run the queen of hearts to save us
Like you’ve always done
We couldn’t feel the pull
Of the spade upon the basis
Found upturned ground
When the guards crawled
majesty upon their faces
left them no choices
When the joker calls
The kisses fell upon the pavement
And you passed your life misshapen
Tears fall as one in between
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Imagination
06:43
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tree bark looks like a wrinkled face
Time passing emerges from the flowing creek
An owl dead in a tree devastates
his crooked wand points beyond the peak
Imagine stars in another realm
Their hands touch the sky
Imagine dams get overwhelmed
Their hands touch the sky
The grit of the earth has disappeared
Along a cliff heart in your head pounds
Ghosts in the attic interfere
The guards rise to release the hounds
Imagine stars in another realm
Their hands touch the sky
Imagine dams get overwhelmed
Their hands touch the sky
The gravekeeper digs bodies from the soil
Fictions broken upon silent boughs
The flood overwhelms the hydrofoils
The boatswain raises the children above the prow
Nature kills the imagination
Imagine stars in another realm
Their hands touch the sky
Imagine dams get overwhelmed
Their hands touch the sky
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Tractor
05:04
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The tractor stuck on the shore
The waves crashed through the door
Horizon filled with lightning
Shadows cast on the floor
Light shown through the cyclone
Night broke over tombstones
The sky opened vibrations
The cloud of down overblown
The book it falls to the floor
Its pages soaked with rancor
We opened up the future
The tractor stuck on the shore
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Asylum
05:12
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Erasing couldn’t beautify
The plague of being alone
Talking couldn’t purify
Hands washed over coals
Nausea spread far and wide
Objects command our desires
Forced to look deep inside
All we could see was the fire
Prophets couldn’t identify
The prospects for a poem
The poets couldn’t pacify
Words flashed through our minds
Fear just under the surface
Slow crumbling of empires
Hid our eyes from embrace
All we could we see was the fire
You walked through Fire
You walked through Fire
Close your eyes to mystify
The future nature foretold
Touching couldn’t mollify
Floods beyond thresholds
Quietude caused our peaking
We hoped we could suspire
Hearts deep in the creek
All we could see was the fire
You walked through Fire
You walked through Fire
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Whirl
04:46
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When the soil pours out
The wolves quiet their howls
The ground falls away
When the mood wells up
The Force fills our lungs
The ground falls away
You're reaching for the moment
When you feel the whirl
You're reaching for the moment
When you feel the whirl
The ground falls away
The ground falls away
The ground falls away
The ground falls away
You're reaching for the moment
When you feel the whirl
You're reaching for the moment
When you feel the whirl
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Whims
06:48
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Tripped over campfires, fantastic
You wanna fight, I’ll fight
Show me to the room
Fell 100 miles
The Whims Will Purify
Walked through flames to get here
She spoke She spoke It broke
Broken plastic tinged with laughter
Exotic lipstick covers her face
The Whims Will Purify
Held onto raccoon hands
Blandscapes landscapes
Felt the world through frightened eyes
Molyneux touches the boxes
The Whims Will Purify
Makes dirt into shapes
Hands felt into fixations
Elixirs poured out for ancestors
How many will scratch for it
The Whims Will Purify
Fancy cars
Start the wars
Lost occupations
Signs in the streets
Stealthy voices
Blister their ears
Blank premonitions
Holding the future
And you’re hunting… hunting… hunting…
You’re hunting me
With your pickup and drop off
You didn’t show any restraint
Your phone is ringing
It is your prudence
Con art and convicts
You know you can’t see through this window
Past sunsets ascend
Into the ether
The stars are cutouts
Of Strife in Heraclitus
The eggman disemboweled
Hater’s on the prowl
Hunting the precious life
Streets of our daffodil city
Haikus and devil’s spells
They lead you astray
“Remember me,” he said
Fake money shines from above
We need extra lines
Tally the last of our failures
Whims upon the shores
Whims taken from us
Whims break our chests
Whims upon harbors
Whims within lovers
Glasses gather in masses
The holy burglar fakes
He takes he takes he takes places
Under the overpasses cinderblocks stacked
The whims will purify
Avoids the sun every day
Burns the queen of cups
Bars of soap and stars aghast
Takes off the pagan holidays
The Whims Will Purify
Porch paintings stolen slogans
Her red rooster china in flames
She doesn’t show any restraint
Fireworks blew the amplifier
The Whims Will Purify
You need a new best friend
Con artists and convicts
Past heights ascend
Her dogs dream of wealth
The Whims will Purify
The river is rising high
The whims will purify
The river is rising high
The whims will purify
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Dark
05:52
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You were dancing
Left me swaying in the trees
No one could follow stars
the infants saw blackened skies
You were looking
For the portal through the pines
couldn’t understand your calls
Only the wolves could hear
Cave lights flash over me
The Soil is motherly
Blurred objects from the beyond
We’re in the dark
We’re in the dark
You were breathing
We dreamt of basic needs
The sun couldn’t keep us warm
The creek put us to sleep
You were howling
From the caverns beyond the wall
No one could find you
Until morning broke quietly into…
The Skies write drunk alphabets
Bent shapes underwater
Good night from the beyond
We’re in the dark
We’re in the dark
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10. |
Mirror
06:14
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sewing patches of earth together
the creek rises and calls
ivy gathers and stretching its tethers
we wait for the night to fall
needle pulsing and vinyl clicks
at the end of the grooves
river drenches all the matchsticks
the beasts paw their hooves
Patterns eternally recurring
Patterns eternally recurring
Patterns eternally recurring
Reflecting the Mirror through
bundles are snappishly hurled
back again for another round
boards and blankets come unfurled
the repetitions slowly rebound
Floods of light and dark
Washed with the sun
Rising tides left their marks
All our dreams come undone
Patterns eternally recurring
Patterns eternally recurring
Patterns eternally recurring
Reflecting the Mirror through
difference and repetition
difference and repetition
Patterns eternally recurring
Patterns eternally recurring
Patterns eternally recurring
Reflecting the Mirror through
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THISNESS Hickory Hill, Arkansas
Thisness plays dark psychedelic post-punk in central Arkansas
Thisness
is:
Jesse Butler — Guitars and other stringed instruments
James Dow — Vocals, Guitar, Loops, Tape Machine, Saxophone
Adrian James — Drums and Percussion
Michael Norton — Bass Guitars
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