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I'll waterlog you
02:23
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If I be the river, you be the riverbed.
Your waist starts rapids in me on my way downstream.
I'll swim through your boulders and sand-coated skin.
I'll waterlog you.
If I drag mountains and release them at your feet,
the delta will be sufficient to retain me.
I'll stand up, rise over your silhouette.
I'll make you rise above me.
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Going under
03:01
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Lotusflowers
01:45
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They lifted cobblestones, picking at the streets with bulldozer hands, shovel nails and track feet. What are you? What are you replacing?
They made you a home and therein placed all that you designed, all that you desired.
More icons and peacocked glass windows everywhere.
But you're not fooling anyone and certainly not me.
They proudly lifted everything. Piled it to the gods with lotusflowers, open eyes, upwards eyes. What are you? What are you replacing?
I left you alone and in your place came sensualization and effortlessness. They built me a home, a roof, a fireplace, didn't they? We'll never make it, no we just can't work it out, because it's tiring me out.
I haven't built anything. Never met the lord. The party is over and I just don't hit the ground.
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Counterpoint 2: Curls
03:59
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We start tall, as tall as we get.
We play until just before space
where we wait and give them a chance.
They are often ours, quite literally;
we shape what people want to say,
they use us, daily erase us,
like our curls can be forgotten.
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I'll overflow
01:59
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Offset, unreachable and a soul who cares alone is alone towards it.
A line, a river I'll open to you, I'll open up to you.
A damn I'll overflow.
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Stop videotaping
03:33
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Call off the alarms, they won't help you out
if the path that I found was the wrong one.
'Cause I'm tired of being 'round for you.
Close your eyes and wait for a miracle.
Cut up the kids and hide in the basement.
Stop videotaping.
'Cause I'm tired of being 'round,
they're just cutting your throat with dull knives.
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The chair
03:49
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Whenever your mind wanders, remember I'll sit right here, my arms resting comfortably on the soft wooden chair. My back straight, my neck upright to see the world. I'll sit right here and wonder too.
And there'll be a flame or at least a spark setting me on fire.
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