1. |
bodiez
04:40
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we are here
indefinitely
better spent
out of these
hoarse and splintered
pale bodies
that never grow anymore
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2. |
here at the bottom
02:44
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stretch out one hour parking all day
in my dreams i never pay rent again
live for free on the grassy median
between the big box and the road
can’t exist anymore
between the constant pull of things
but how can i complain at this?
eat a subway sandwich twice a day
use their bathroom for free ad infinitum
and get by ten plus some change
the cheapest way to exist
i write it down in the window
‘did it have to be this way’
but how can i complain at this?
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3. |
the good kind of houses
05:21
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you are growing up without me
breaking what i started with
every moment i still try to live
in the pine
in extended fields alike
backpack full we’re on our bikes
take a sandwich if you like
this is all you hold inside your head
briefly jotted down
to make sense of tiles, fluorescent lights
prostrate and helpless life
compounded days and nights
impartial braided light
here on rocks
we don’t know anything
here on pavement
we are clean
here on campground, mdma
we don’t feel anything but sorry
about your fall from brown
pacing forward under houses
where the dream yet isn’t dead
clutching at the longest strands of home
to come up fallen out
the buckling manic doubt
longwinded notes about
lying in bed with you
here on rocks
we don’t know anything
here on pavement
we are clean
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4. |
song for carles
05:16
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they all gave up
finally sold out
monetized what they could
in clicks and left
now baited shit consume us all
with limited critique
no tongue-in-cheek
you gave in everything to believe
that none of these analytics stood for much
now it eats itself
fully commodity
and you've left to breathe
the racing consumption mold
is complete
i can’t relate to these newer things
bb
these times no longer for me
models for everything
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the dream is, lying in bed
partially undressed again
the dream is, those hundreds
of mile lapses in judgement
when you don’t have much to lose
but you have so much left to lose
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