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Laying on the floor
Seems all I know
All I know
Nothing is anymore;
Anymore seems something slow
When laying on the floor
Living in myself
See all the world
All the world
Everything is beautiful
Beautiful sees me distant
When living in myself
How long can you gleam the skies
Until your stars pearl down?
Wherein I catch you
There I shall know you.
High hang those fishlines,
Weaving them fine
Just to draw
my eyes
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Grow
04:52
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While our limbs belong in breeze
Our hands will gather leaves to press
And stain the page
The colours turn but memories preserve
Failure burns yet faithfulness will serve
Us well
Such a tangible and practical
reflection of a lavish-hearted Grace
We ever learn to set our sights on high
A tired gaze refreshed and made alive
And every sundering we face will serve
Us well
Will you always be my friend?
You were always the closest part of me
If I grew too tired to keep the ideal
Did I grow in vain and is my heart concealed
No more hiding
No more writhing
No more dying alone
No more silence
No more shyness
I need balance
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(Your day just passes away
Were you wandering
All day, all day
Your day just passes away)
Heart of my
Consciousness
I'm dressed to die in this
And now I feel everything.
I have laid my life waking in the night
Oh, where is the promise of Your light?
Spare me once
From my shelter
And I'll find the new so sweet
To me
(Your nights will make their claim
While you haste to break,
I'll wait
I'll wait)
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Blush
03:18
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Seaside, a broken hideaway, your arms so open then, now keep me away
Behind your severed faith in me
You paint over the scenes I'm still working on
Coloured like your blush
Pushed into the bay
Drowning out my voice
But I'll still call your name
I still want to know your pain
Tuesday I had a dream of you
The way I clung to you like love at last sight
How desperately you want what's in your head to be what's in your life
You're breathing Fahrenheit
I'm speaking Celsius
But I'm freezing anyway.
And I still call your name
And I still want to know your pain
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Morning Moon
06:10
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Morning moon
Loom of day
Weaves me through
your hand
Nape of neglect
Windows you slept through
When I set,
fall to the sea
Sweeter my dreams
Mend all the seams
Languid you wake
Old light will break
you--
--Were the first thing on my mind
Frozen lake
Takes me in
Once so pallid
Now it makes me
Feel like a treasure
When I am tethered
Buried wings
The ground it sings/the grounded sing (for you)
Veril green fangs
Or frostbitten veins
Lines in your hands
Like wind over sand
Blue tiris to the farthest song
Birds made of porcelain bowed for sea
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52
05:00
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i Pardon your absence and i
Count all the days I have left
Til you forget me again
Move like a dream
Away from the conscious comfort here
Fall suddenly
Into the arms of someone near
Feigning an interest there
Given to wiles of a want
Begging for mercy when I wake
Move like a dream
Away from the conscious comfort here
Fall suddenly
Into the arms of someone near
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Matted Rose
04:16
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There's something about you
My, my matted rose
I've pressed you in a book
To see if you hold your pose
All the quiet words
That you whispered
They all bleed on the page
You've nowhere to keep me, you tell me to go
Is this easy for you? You don't have to let me know.
It's something to think that I'm feigning repose
After all I've pressed on, I think that I'll keep you close
I don't keep track of time
With all of our days behind
I thought our love would bloom
I know I spoke too soon
I can't make sense of this
Forgetting the things I miss
Our autumn faces pale
These walls to tall to scale
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Memory (Colour)
03:48
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Remember when I wrote your name
A beauty so common
The tracings I relive of you
Are a glory understood
I can think of every time
The pouring from the clouds
Ride along inside your car
In wonder of all of you
My memories are tinted with your colour
Every season brings a reason to forget somebody else
Bring me flowers now not later, while I'm here while you're here, ever on my mind
Indifference will find a way
To separate our paths
The memory has been made
But I'm left wanting more
My memories are tinted with your colour
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The Sorrow of Sunny Days
01:56
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A breeze will fill my shortness of breath
And your voice is warmer than today
I'm sorry you're not feeling too well
But just know you're glowing in the dark
I'll see you when we've lives of our own
And our children will share the names we dreamt
Shaking in that summer wind
I gave all my leaves to cover you
All these things I catch in that breeze
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In Sylvan Land
05:57
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*Forage saporial consequence;
The spectral ties that hang above us all*
"Laurels of labours long as light
Won't languish for the far surpassing crawl.
I'll be the summer in the snow
Wisp of the willows, you will know"
Siding in shadows of the noon
Wading in the waters every night
"Sad voiced darling, sing to me"
*A pale face; empyrean, pale moon*
I'll hang my harp among your vines
Palms of the noon entice my eyes
"Moon will pull the sun by string
Deepest waters lull and sing
While you're looking for your love
I'll take my aim and hope to bring
you back home."
What keeps me on is what won't break
A knot so tight, the tangled mess of mine
Tireless, watching eyes resolve
To lay regards in fetters where I find
You are the solace and the lace
Thread of Your fingers keeps my gaze
Seasons twist and ages flee
Yet You are fairest in all I see
While I am without you, Love
Your Sylvan Lands are where
I call my home
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Holden Days San Juan Capistrano, California
The occasionally collaborative dream-folk project of Timothy Jude Andrews of Southern California, who is carefully amassing castles of songs as if to fill every page of the world's journals and storybooks.
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