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Oh Doubt
04:28
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i think i understand
the feeling that she had now
when she said you had her questioning
shaking your head,
while she shouted it's a gift,
saying sorry, poorly, oh she warned me, now i'm sorry too
i kind of distrust the
"things are complicated" story that you spin
the "many ways of seeing things" that you fall back on when our trust is wearing thin
but who am i to tell you how it looks from here
that with one shift you might unearth a way through what you're buried in
when we can't afford to talk to you
and can't afford not to
keep on leaving ajar a door, that none of us can walk through
i think i understand
the feeling that she had now
when she said you had her questioning,
,everything
,in shadow
shaking your head,
while she shouted it's a gift,
saying sorry, poorly, oh she warned me, now i'm sorry too
when we can't afford to talk to you
and can't afford not to
oh doubt, within, without
it has a way of creeping in
but you carry it close, like precious cargo, don't you
no doubt, let in, out
obligations in your eyes
fear follows you like flies
oh doubt, within, without
it has a way of creeping in
but you smuggle it in, to every situation, don't you
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2. |
Limpid Distances
04:28
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oh it was just the middle of the morning
oh it was oh it was just the middle of the morning
What fresh horrors
must flash before me
peel themselves from substance
to metastasize
in forced perspective, drift toward me
across the limpid distances
to my glassy eyes
oh it was oh it was just the middle of the morning
oh it was oh it was just the middle of the morning
i almost kept scrolling
almost let it slide, but like a landslide
it works into our crevices
breaks apart our eyes
What catastrophe
rendered off scene
renders obscene
our tender prophecy
what reckless sibyl
what seeing stone
while speaking riddles
would cede the throne
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when you feel your contradiction
but you can't yet speak its name
eulogize an antique fiction
of a purifying flame
pretender to some dark art
dressed up in the arcane
but your victories in battle
rest on undefended claims
what magic is there in that
when contagion carries you
an amphibian in a hat
we will bury you
the cross that you bear
bears witness to your faith
the scars that you wear
turn from sickness into strength
you can't put it down now
just when the getting's going good
you can't give up on me
just when we've got them where we should
and worrying the motherland
won't keep the power on
nor will running from the lightning
that's ripping up the lawn
so we welcome opposition
chance of settling the score
gird yourself for battle
and let slip the frogs of war
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4. |
Winter Palace
04:20
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From the ziploc windows of your Winter Palace
watch the gutters bleed
turn off the lamp and roll back over
it's rest you need
cause nothing's too good for you
in my mind
the snow piles up against us
in lazy drifts
busy inside keeping house
and making lists
the blinds were drawn at the winter palace
not a shot was fired
the doors swung open to receive us
as if its hinges conspired
we wanted to find some
where we'd all go
to feel at ease
promise me just you'll
be there also
in spirit at least
when we put up our feet at the winter white house
with a daiquiri
after storming the beach at mar-a-lago
cause nothing's too good for you
in my mind
but nothing could be too good to be true
in your eyes
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5. |
What Was It
06:37
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What was it
That you had
When you said you
Had it bad for me
What was it
That you had
That you said you had
Had it bad for me
What would it
Could it be
If you had to
Give it back to me
What did it
Do for you
To grasp at something
Slipping through
What would it
could it mean
If I could say I was
Feeling seen
What was it
That you meant
When you said you’re
Feeling spent
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