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Bloom there to loot in a wounded stanza with a confusing password. It’s a harsh way to reach across the empty ether to bed a friend. Johannes.
By your own words this is a sermon, this is now revolt. And young Gutenberg preferred his intros with crescendos. Johannes.
A Book is not a book without its smells, any fool could tell. You are fashion from a distance here you’re standing on your own.
Hear me if you please, listen to my pleads, for all I know for sure is that I was on. Burn me with some scratch, I am 59’ Jazz, if you miss the hiss, well I had more to give.
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I want you maybe I want you baby, I want you maybe baby for awhile.
Hold me till it’s time to crash, I know you as the indecisive type, though my interest will die on command, anticipation eats me up alive.
Now I am losing sleep going against what I’ve preached. I know you as the immature type, a torture my libido demands.
You know you got a longing, you know you got a longing heart, well get it right. My friends wouldn’t dis you, my friends wouldn’t mind. You know I could never miss you cause when we’re done we’ll say goodbye, we will say goodbye.
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Tragedy In A Bench
02:44
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You are walking around with your head in the clouds and you don’t know what to do. You ain’t got a can to kick around so a bum on the ground will do.
You are a very small man, a prelude to rocks against tear gas.
A very serious charge against a serious man with a televised outcome. Rigged thyroid now we’re stunted growth, there’s no poetic empathy.
You are a very small man, a novel a tragedy in a bench. It is bound to crack like a digger’s back with blatant fingerprints. Is not the dead you are grieving for, is for the company you’ll obtain.
You are a very small man, an epilogue to an occupied page.
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I'll Never Leave You
02:41
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Love will never leave you overnight. Once it has reached you, it will never die.
Freedom at our fences, freedom within a box. Love lives for lovers not for freedom in this world.
I’ll never leave you, how can I live without you my darling. Well I don’t think I can.
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Got Born
03:07
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So today has me nostalgic down to my shoes. There’s no need to hide I got the recycled blues. Here stoned stumbling instead of Rock n’ Roll, I wasn’t born to be clever but I did get born.
So today has me whiskey bound to you. A carbon copied wedding of our nightmare’s womb.
I hope you could hear me, yes I hope you could hear me cause I do my best to keep up with you. Yes I do my best to keep up with you.
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You said you can not remember what we never had. I’m no Daniel Johnston, Daniel Johnston had it right.
It’s a believer’s veil to be a lonesome paddle for an arc, when I had imagined, imagined a drought.
I am one with the sentence ‘madly in love’. Being true with my madness, being schooled by forensic notes. It’s the gentlest way to seduce you, the weakest anemic attempt.
I’m no Daniel Johnston, Daniel Johnston said it first.
The blur and falsehood, they make their stand. Don’t let delusions be the ones to hide.
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Uncertain
02:40
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I feel I got here way too soon, I should not obsess over you.
This I know that the love you bring it’s only mine to hold on tight.
If it’s only a battle against time, waiting on forever might be right.
If I could, I’ll prove to you that it’s not right to be apart. Love uncertain love, you offer me while I ask for more, say you’ll forever stay here with me, don’t you leave. Never have I met someone like you, to leave you now I can’t do.
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I Didn't Die At 24
03:00
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Had I been the son of someone who gave a name maybe with less discretion I would be the same.
But No one asked for me, no one asked for me. Half educated jubilated I am mostly drunk. I am a man to take my failures in my blemished soul.
But no one sings with me obnoxious as only me, yeah no one asked for me. I’m not my father’s seed.
And I didn’t die at 24 my scars and I, we’re just getting old.
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My Obvious One
02:28
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The world is new but not vacant in borough and sleep.
A mirrored compulsive replica of a snake’s tail gulp.
My obvious one loves me and I love her so.
When I’m sad she calls me so I could fell good.
Well I had enough with the asking, “Why is she your choice?” Well have a little just a little, she’ll be yours. My obvious one loves me, my obvious one loves me, Maria Juana loves me and I love her so.
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An Open Letter
01:52
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I’m not saying that you should go away but you promised more by today and it’s a long way off.
The deals you don’t share is language of you own, like scriptures in the wind, designed to age in storms.
And I feel young at heart but not naïve enough to last. So please don’t you break our hearts.
Should you feel compel to restore the trust that at one point sold like blindfolds in a fall.
It is up to you, so far the closest to the used. It has rhythm if it shakes, if it cripples it’s a loan.
No one is here to borrow a dance from your load.
When you were graffiti art, you were a movement not a compromise.
So please don’t you break our hearts.
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It's A Cry And Wolf
02:57
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It’s a cry and wolf, proverb and ruse.
Decapitated brand in a boy’s romance.
It’s a flash of fraud in a billboard’s prose.
A marketer’s crotch never says no.
Holding loose will just not do.
A celebrated glance of what one could have.
Seems like a bargain, seems like a touch of divine intervention that one could afford.
The hinting, the teasing, the push and the pull, the breakdown, the meltdown here to unwind.
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Battery One Dollar Bronx, New York
From The Bronx New York, Battery One Dollar
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