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[the statue garden]
01:23
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to see through the haze, man
you've got to be brazen
loosen the tourniquet
you'll bleed yourself dry
you're like a tree
that's losing all of its leaves
you've gotta die
to come back alive
we got ourselves in
we'd get ourselves out
old heron pond is right next to
a garbage dump
some crows are perched atop
a steaming pile
where i've been staring
into ribbons of pond scum
somewhat content
to just sit here for awhile
would throw myself in
to get myself out
could throw myself in
to get myself out
from the car-yard
the mawkish green foam
someone spit on me
on my ride home
the aerial trucks lift
their buckets like a toast
commemorating what,
who knows
what i got myself in
someone fish me out
what i got myself in
can't get myself out
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3. |
foamy universe
03:22
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there is a time when you're not
then you are
then you're not
what sort of quantum event
does it all hinge on
foamy universe
where the bubbles burst
all this concern for a brief sojourn in the light
our retention, a blink in an inkling of time
sudden bloody noses and hail battered roses
there is a time when you're not
then you are
then you're not
to which of these binary realms
would you say we belong
foamy universe
where the bubbles burst
all this concern for a brief sojourn in the light
our retention, a blink in an inkling of time
sudden bloody noses and hail battered roses
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4. |
inheriting the inn
03:17
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you said for a kid I was so grown up
makes me want to throw-up
promised we’d see you soon
we hoped that’s what you’d do
many years passed
I fear I’m being crass, but
I wash the floor, I think of you
I scrub the tub, I’m scrubbing you
remember it rained? I dried your shoes
you made me feel I was of use
it’s so unreal
how distant your life feels
still, we’re closer than ever
when I make the bed up
I wash the floor, I think of you
I scrub the tub, I’m scrubbing you
remember it rained? I dried your shoes
you made me feel I was of use
all of my sisters know to take the train
I only ever took up the reins
it’s more than just mere filial duty
I stay here so you’ll know where to find me
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5. |
brave little toaster
02:36
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back when King Soopers used to rent out VHS
my mom entered me into their drawing contest
i colored it in with my brother's crayons
i won
a free movie
i remember i chose
Brave Little Toaster
i got too scared to watch at the junkyard part
music for that scene was done by Van Dyke Parks
i bought pistachios from the CVS
and went to the Largo for his last performance
after the show the violinist
said i'd lost my nuts
i thought she was speaking in a figurative sense
i said i couldn't agree with you more
she pointed at the bag that i had dropped on the floor
funny how things work
that was all in the past
don't often like to
think too much about that
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6. |
[a snowy clearing]
02:08
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insolvency
03:04
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oh I’ve got it
let’s just stay in love
just however
that gets done
whatever’s clever
my insolvence,
what’s insoluble
just the regret
rocky lake bed
still, you dive right in
it’s all the same
so let’s just stay in love
never something
I’d have thought of
counting circles
from a skipping rock
oh I’ve got it
let’s just stay in love
just however
that gets done
whatever’s clever
it’s how I recall
you grabbed my hand
and said ‘come on’
(dithering betrothed)
(rapture of the lonely shore)
(our bed versus the hawthorne)
(is it real enough)
fuck it, it's all the same
so let's just stay in love
just however
that gets done
whatever’s clever
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8. |
marmets
01:12
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this song used to have
a whole 'nother part
but like with so many things
I just lost heart
this is just one
to round things on out
I don't suspect it does much
to assuage your doubts
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9. |
so soon
01:39
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you won't be leaving so soon
no child, my heart
just can't concede that
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10. |
from the top of the tree
02:20
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we say goodbye
that's every morning
when we return
dewdrop needs warding
aural frontier
an underwater-buttercup
the mind's eye's tears
just lean into me
i've gotta come clean, honey
i tore my sleeve
running from the scene
resound the harp
fallen camellias
a future dark
and unfamiliar
we eviscerate [this] soul of mine
to pay our debts and to dine
well the time is nigh, the time is nigh
to dream deep
to suffer no sleep, honey
i tore my sleeve
at the top of the tree
it all goes so much further
than i could see
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Gummylung Denver, Colorado
gummylung is a songwriting & recording project by sam w
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