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Car Crash #9 – progress
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He Dreams This
I forgot what it really was
What it really was
That I wanted
But I can’t focus on that
I have to be good for myself
Because no one will love me if I don’t love myself
I thought there was someone sleeping next to me
He dreams this
I thought there was someone waiting
He dreams this
Maybe this time there’s a message for me
He dreams this
He dreams this every day
And it rises
Mine does
Every day
Every day
I said
He dreams these things
These betroved thoughts
He dreams this
And this
Is not real
It stays in a place of longing and roaming
He dreams this
He dreams this
And will not wake
4.2.08
Roll Up My Sleeve
Knuckles white a katana
Veins are popping out
Tied my arm and smacked it hard
So I roll up my sleeve
I don’t need Big Sky
But I need bigger sky
The beach was like a painting tonite
But I’m still not ready to be possessed
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Water Song
I remember being a little boy
As this, I had needs I couldn’t fulfill myself
And is adulthood a reversion back to that?
I have to find the way back to the way it was
I have to find back the way, the way, the way
Back to the way it was
Because nobody can help me now – I’m fucked
Nobody can help me now
I take a dead snake
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New York, New Need
I don’t need much
I don’t need cocktail parties
I don’t need work
I don’t need family
But the one thing I do need
Is growing broader
As my other needs fall away
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Free Design (Pt. 3)
Maybe no doesn’t always mean no
I have my dreams
And I will not let them go
I begin to think that maybe no doesn’t always mean no
I have my dreams
And I will not let them go
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Free Design (Pt. 2)
I’m so glad I don’t have a path
Predestiny was never my thing
I am the one with clay on his hands
I am the one wielding my key
It is because
Fuck fate
Fuck hope
I think Free Design
Oh, I think Free Design
Is where we take our lives…
1.27.08
Free Design
Then there was one
And this one wronged his brethren
By being up on stage
I trace the clouds with my eyes
Always on the run
I follow them on country roads
Country roads take me home again
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Hieroglyphics
What are my hieroglyphics?
The pictures that make up my life
There’s me running away
Me getting rejected
Me happy
Me sad
Me alone
Me in bed
There I am
I made my own joy
Never another
One figure; just one; it’s me
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It’s a Cycle, Really
Nothing left
Any more
I gave it all
You still want more
Nothing left
Any more
You’ll have to rely
On what’s been writ
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