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Wearing Thin
04:39
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Ugh, I don't see the point
But I'll keep on trying
Been too busy trying to be someone to everyone
I forgot about dying
And everything
And everyone
Is gone from me, now
Time to begin
I'm wearing thin like a fashion
Will you be around when I come
Just to check in
Looking for something that a didn't know I'd lost
When I was wearing myself thin?
I'm sorry, you don't get to decide
When you'll feel the winds of change
Shifting, burying, lifting, carrying
Voices that sing
I'm wearing thin like a fashion
Self care? Don't make me laugh
Is that what you call it?
There comes a time when everyone needs someone
Who'll be around when you're not
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The Queen of Ciggy Hill
03:45
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Sitting on her front porch
At the very top of her very own hill
Is the queen of the cul-de-sac
And every day, I drive by
I see her there, she's a vision in that fuzzy robe
And a worn-out face that says
She's the queen of ciggy hill
And no one seems to notice, but she knows them all by face
She's the queen of ciggy hill
And not one of her subjects pay mind to the way she sits there, all alone
Bathing in her glory
Looking out past the bags under her yellow eyes
She sees her kingdom
So much to be proud of
But nothing she can find to smile about
Everyone has forgotten
She's the queen of ciggy hill
And no one ever sees her, but she's memorized their plates
She's the queen of ciggy hill
And I can't help but notice, she doesn't seem so happy in that place
She'll wake up, again
This afternoon, about 3pm
And make her way outside
Breathe in the thick air and wonder why
She's the queen of ciggy hill
She longs to rule another kingdom, but she never will
She'll never get off ciggy hill
She was born into the empire
She's the queen of ciggy hill
I wonder if she knows how I feel and if she cares at all
She's the queen of ciggy hill
She'll probably never leave, she'll just drift off in scattered ashes, across the sky
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Happy Anniversary
00:49
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Mr. Sadgrass
02:10
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Self is the reason.
04:29
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Self is the reason we look for love and find only abuse
Self is the reason we see people only for their use
Self is the reason for starving
Self is the reason for every one suffering
Self is the reason for tree stumps
Self is the reason for landfills and waste dumps
Self is the reason our air is so thick
Self is the reason that we are all sick
Self is the reason we don't hear each other
Self is the reason for killing our brothers
Self is the reason useless opinion
Self is the reason for unjust dominion
Self is the reason for memories you can't shake
Self is the reason we think we're superior
Self is the reason we think we're inferior
Self is the reason you can't seem to have enough
Self is the reason for all that is made up
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The Water
02:00
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I can't begin to explain how the water has healed me
I can't begin to begin
Would you believe if I told you the water has healed me?
Thanks for the invite, I'm bad at making new friends
I can't believe that I'd be so deceived by the moonlight
The sky is so black, the sun has not made his arrival
What if the trees don't grow any leaves again, this year?
What if the ground forbear to bear any fruit?
If everyone's listening, let me begin
Hear my words, if you so choose
I don't know much about growing up
But I've learned growing up is just learning to lose
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Everyone wants to be where you are.
You only see the world as it sees you.
No one's laughing, they're all crying, too.
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Sunslink
04:57
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Slinking in the sun while the evening's on it's way
Nothing more to be done, we've reached the ending of the day
When the purple mountains swallow the light
We'll stay here and still lay in the grass
And when it's all pitch black, we will stand to our feet
And find our way back
The bugs are biting, the children are at play
The foliage is glowing in that special, golden way
When the purple mountains swallow our warmth
We'll stay here and still wade in the water
And when it's far too cold, we'll make our way to the sand
And find our way back
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Mudblossom and the Mail Club Maine
An art project, if you will. A music project, if you won't. Expressions, either way.
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