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Bigger on the Outside
03:25
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Weren't we just playing with some planks
we threw them in the air
an unintended boat fell together
and then we couldn't do without
this home made windshield
and waterproof hideout
But everything can be a cage
every space can make us rage
every person is a hurdle someday
It looked bigger from the outside
it seemed brighter in the magazine
it sounded nicer in my head
lighter in bed
bigger from the outside
Wasn't I just playing with some words
I threw them in the air
an unintended song came together
and then I couldn't do without
this waterfall of sound
to spell it all out
But everything can be a cage
every space can make us rage
every joy will feel
like a duty someday
It felt better from the inside
it seemed deeper in my diary
it sounded nicer in my head
sweeter in bed
better from the inside
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2. |
The Worst of All Lovers
03:03
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We were truffle dogs
prize-winning lives
sniffing for gold
mining for diamonds
then we were fireflies
attracted to light
burning our wings
volunteer firefighters
You’re no good for me
but I adore
your graceful way of hiding
I’m no good for you
but you fall for
my quiet abiding
We keep these bodies in the closet
bodies in the water
bodies on the floor
on the bed
up against the door
your body in my head
We are shingleback lizards
living alone
together through winter
helter-skelter in order
A silence that keeps us
at this side of the doorstep
cause god only knows
what we’d do without
bodies in the closet (you’re no good for me)
bodies in the water
bodies on the bed (you’re no good for me)
on the floor
up against the door
your body in my head (you’re no good for me)
We are the worst of all lovers
except for all the others
except for all the others
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3. |
Too Much
04:17
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As we drove through the suburbs
I cringed while you wrung yourself out
I was born a square peg
but hoped by the end of that drive
I’d be round
and the space that I hold
is as small as a thimble
as small as the thought
Weren’t we all born single
‘cause you're too much for me
I don’t have quite the ear
to hear what’s inside of you
‘cause I'm too much for me too
And you told me all the rules
of making room for you:
Don’t question
Don’t judge
Don't add
Just completely empty your head
But you're too much for me
I don’t have the stamina
to let you ruin my day
‘cause I need it to ruin it my way
On our way to your friends
I cringed while you burst into tears
Does my face look strange
now you cried off both my ears
The space that I hold
is as small as a dime
and sometimes I need to hear
that bad old brain of mine
You're too much for me
I don’t have quite the ear
to hear what’s inside of you
‘cause I'm too much for me too
You're too much for me
I don’t have the stamina
To let you ruin my day
‘cause I need it to ruin it my way
I need it to ruin it my way
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4. |
Picturing a Lion
03:41
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In the jungle
the indifferent jungle
the symbolic jungle
the metaphorical jungle
the idea of a jungle
there may or may not be
a deeply a-sleeping lion
there may or may not be one.
but one thing is nearly sure:
she does not know you exist.
This beautiful cat
this indifferent cat
this symbolic cat
this metaphorical cat
is a perfect cat
a perfect idea
of a cat.
And you never entered her mind
and she does not understand
the meaning of the hunter
the position of the prey
there is no equal footing
the jungle is indifferent
You can send her an email
I think that her address is
something dot in the jungle
but this won’t really change things:
she doesn’t read her emails
and she does not know you exist.
You never entered her mind
and she does not understand.
She doesn’t know
you dreamed about her
she doesn’t know
both sides of the argument.
She doesn’t have your logic
or know that you were fighting
she didn’t read the rules
the rules that you were writing
when you imagined
yourself inside a jungle
yourself imagining
a beautiful cat
a different cat
an actual cat
a perfect cat
a perfect idea
of some cat.
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5. |
Dunes
03:39
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Change
is a magical
thing
and still
It brings
along
every
everything
it will.
The hurricane
it cleaves
apart
it cleaves
apart
the dune
And everything
changes
every
everything
changes
its tune.
And it’s ok
I think
to really love
some-thing
or -one it’s
ok.
And when
they change
it’s fine
I think
to let them
get away.
A hurricane
that cleaved
apart
it cleaved
it clean
apart
And everything
changed:
the cleaving
was
the thing
that changed
your heart.
The sea
can change
from restless to still
and change
from blue to black
or soak
into
the sand.
A hurricane
can cleave
the ground
can upside down
the land.
Can bring
a change
a magical thing
can cleave
and shift
and still
Every
every
every
everything
that can:
it will.
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