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i know someone who can't recognize
his own face in a crowd, he's a ball rolling down
since he started, out this morning
no one knows, which direction he falls
and an eerie sound, resonated
when he hit the ground, made that awful sound
dreaded opening my eyes, afraid we wouldn't be here
not understanding the words from my mouth
i feel like it should come with warning, too
we may burn up, on re-entry
and we recede, just like everything
now, and then, what comes after that
and civilizations will fall
and everything we know, will crumble to the ground
make that awful sound, seem familiar
i feel like it should come with warning, too
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Asleep On A Train
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in twos and threes the stinging rain falls on this car
counting time with the lights blinking like a dying star
i'll turn it out soon so i focus on where i go
pretending to be asleep on a train is hard to forego
while tree branches wave and telephone poles compare notes
what passes by the window disappears at our next thought
the abandoned buildings they don't realize they are all alone
reaching out to keep the pieces of what they've all become
with the heat of the sun forcing moss and ivy to grow
across the faces, rushing backwards, giving all they owe
to circumnavigate their frames and join hands with cracks on walls
and make us honest about from where we came and head towards
the sun it flickers and fades setting to the left of my arm
the lovely half lit silhouetted hills now hard to discern
as if they've all given up like old cars in junkyards
and all the air that the train displaced won't come to harm
simply acting as a means to spread some forgotten seeds
that long ago would find their way home by some other means
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and the air that i displace won't even remember my name
or any other details of the lines of my face
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passing by a line of crows on power lines that wait for
a something that we all don't attempt to express anymore
feeling the pull to find a way to what we would call home
giving thought to, things i felt as i wait on the platform
evading the subjects that are constantly on my mind
while circling above them like clouds at the same time
the wheels sometimes falter and scrape on the tracks as i drift
to all the things that settle to bottom that i try to keep hid
like the dirt that settles in the river once we've all passed
that no one will mention unless they've been on the same path
trying not to let the weight of those thoughts drag you down
like a tree letting it's leaves go after holding too long
the heavy weight of the last few turns that the engine takes
through the windows the faint smell of diesel fumes that pervade
signal that we've made our way close to the station at hand
and all the indecipherable things i've tried to comprehend
sometimes it's easier to pretend to sleep on a train
rather than pay attention to what your thoughts might contain
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The Birds In Your Chest
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the asphalt and decay, in the cities that remain
dance like mountains on horizons
and all the make believe
and four-horsed catastrophes
rusty songs that sing
like 9 volt batteries
always burning the tips of tongues
in the darkened woods we shared
all the melodramatic fare
when we'd sleep in cars
or in the darkened fields
sliding through the mud
under thunderclouds running down the roads
past telephone poles
falling in time
parallel to our spines
when the leaves'd flutter
in the disappearing light
crawling through the woods
on elbows through the dirt
or huddled in diesel vans
trying to understand the street signs ahead
that disappear too fast
clock hands search around
for things that can't be found
always spinning in denial
all the things we gauge
from the silence that depraves
the melodies that hit
while our attention shifts
to planes that move the sky above
and staccato violins play
all the songs we cannot name
empty parking lots
and winding one way roads
traced around by firs
and mossy power lines
couldn't reveal the answers
to the torrential downpours
or the questions that dance
on the tips of all our tongues
the birds in your chest
try to reveal all the names
of the subtle little things
we'd try to understand
and the planes overhead
that hum their own two cents
tell us that we'll never know
of what's and could's and if's
planes move the blue sky
while violins play by and by
and our attention always shifts
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The Roots
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Intimidated By Silence
04:26
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The Sun Always Sets
03:40
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The Leaves
03:48
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Dead Telephone
03:11
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