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Year of the Frog (pt. 1)
01:56
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We watched as the swamp started to bubble
And the reeds shook in the growing wind
When the water rose up from the floorboards
It was clear there was one who would win
Oh hail the frogs in their wisdom
Oh hear the might of their song
Oh they had us to build up their kingdom
Did they know what would come all along?
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Someday
I want another weekend, baby
Where I
Can go into a deep dive poolside
Swim through clearing waters, always
Make it look so easy
Savage
They say it as I grab it harder
Pulling
For what I know is in there somewhere
See the shell is cracking, somehow
Make it look so easy. I want another
Flashy body wise in eye: a dragon with a good sound
I want another
Tapestry woven silk and hung with all the fine beads
I want another so I
Run to the top, run to the top, run on the surface of the water
Can I catch the thread?
Touched by
Another tongue of fire, passing
Lost in
The thought of burning on that big stage
Wonder if the writing’s got it
Made it look so easy. I want another
Fancy drink and sparkling and laughing at the right parts
I want another
Stranger nodding to the beat and dancing with her nice friend
I want another so I
Run to the top, run to the top, run on the surface of the water
Did I catch the thread?
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3. |
Green Apple
05:19
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In the greenest ocean I find myself swimming
As my head goes under I recall
Emerald waves wash years of built up armor off me
Hardened shell of soft nights in the fall
Smoke
arises from the core
Don't quite know what
we are drinking for
Thick segmented insects climb through the floor
Overwhelming feeling steals my air right from me
Manually moving leaves me sore
Sinking in the water now, is it relaxing?
Trying to get back from the before
Working
just like you knew I could
Ink and paper
nails and wood
Smashed up windows let the sweet breeze in for good
What's at the core of you? What's at the core of me?
Do we start out the same? Did we grow differently?
Fruit rotting in its leaves
Falls to earth, ready for anything
Even in my dreams they live as I remember
Never have they let me just forget.
Washing all my dusty corners with seawater
Finally cleared some space for my regret
What's at the core of you? What's at the core of me?
Do we start out the same? Did we grow differently?
Seeds stretch their arms to me
Growing skin, bark of the apple tree
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In the dark I reach suddenly
Ready for crystal stringing in the dark I write
Flocking birds, a murder of progression
Reminds me of the things I never meant to do
How many ways has this already happened?
Your voice might be a prism spinning rainbows wallside
Or it could list what I fail to be
She won't look me in the eye
Even in my dreams, why?
Melancholy rolling deep
And sweetly in the sheets
Untrained revisions echo off my bent ribcage too often or maybe not often enough
Planar shame makes me feel briefly like a human
Is it real?
If it's not quite there
If it's staring iridescently at woodgrains groaning
If you can tap your fingers to it
If it looks angry and sad and wishes it were somewhere where the days don't repeat
In the dark I reach suddenly
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5. |
The Tower
03:57
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In a dreamy room, in a sea of familiar faces, I see him standing: / familiar face
Don't think he'll come over if I don't let him know I'm looking, so I don't.
Turn back to the table to allow the investigation to continue / Oracle ways
She puts all the cards down in a line, side by side, then turns them upwards / Showing their face
One by one their upturned mouths align
to tell me all about my future:
The breakneck speed at which I live my life
will only break my neck someday
Time has elapsed now. As the party's winding down, I suddenly see him / facing away
Laughing with a woman who has captured his attention with her dry humor / and beautiful face
In a moment they will leave but I won't see them go, and I won't miss them / Sounds easy to say
I know what I want though, and no part of it is with them. I want something / Nobody can take
One by one I pick out all the signs
They don't differ in their warning
The breakneck speed at which we live our lives
will only break our necks someday
One by one we sink into decline
All together as we're falling:
The breakneck speed at which we lived our lives
Only breaks our necks
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6. |
Glass to Wood
04:54
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Been a while since you pretended to be
Someone else to get inside my head
Every time you do, it makes me wonder
Why you think we'd still make such good friends
What are all those shapes that walk behind you?
They sit and stare into your heart. I
Think they’re friends of things that know your father
I think they see him written on your arms
No surprise you feel like you're a new link in the chain
Of brutal human ways we can’t escape
I won’t tell you that’s not how it works here
It’s not on me to try to explain
Are you waiting for the feeling right to try the hard way?
Do you hope you’re gonna be okay?
It can look like cliffs but if you hold your head the right way it’s the bridge
You were in a dream I had last Friday
But your dream self was no-one I knew
By your laugh, you'd been on that great journey
You'd felt all the love we have for you.
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Se Danse
02:11
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Sit and see
Sit and see
A-yah
Sit and see
Thunder on the mountaintop
Sit and see
She is sweetly running up
Don't wait for me
Sit and see
Washing in the font of spells
Sit and see
Floating, never sinking in
Think like the leaf
Sit and see
Sit and see
A-yah
Simmering thickly, brew it and do not spill
I don't like it when you won't stop pushing it
I don't like that opinion it is a thought
And there's no room for any of that noise in here
Several times you push it back push it back
So I drop what I'm doing and just give in
Dancing to no tune in no place where nothing is
Nothing takes my hand and guides me
Sit and see
Sit and see
A-yah
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Smoke slips out your throat and tightens up your yellow teeth
Shake it off, slow it brews up in you
Going to seek out the beast when you're trained means you cannot lose
Shake it off, you won't let it get through
Follow in a canyon made of the tread left behind in the dark
Step it up, watch your feet twist under
Hottest part of the sun grinds away at the skin on your neck
Step it up, hope the sky heads in soon
Dream of the glory of taking the hundred and twenty eyes
Think you've got all that you need?
If you watch for claws if you dodge the bite
If you don't get hit you could win the fight
Wake up as the moon falls so you can head west where the mountains broke
See it through, wise minds would turn backwards
Hike to the ledge where the witch said look north for the hidden stair
See it through, deep steps then you see me
Look into any of my one hundred and twenty eyes
No one warned you about this
I can start my feast while I hypnotize
Join the bones right there, I know they won't mind
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Cloudmemories
03:29
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When our lives on the mortal plane end, we rest between the hands of time:
The left, pointing forward, and the right, pointing back, forever and for a moment.
Every life that ever existed, sits, cupped in time's crossed palms.
We mill together, mixing, sharing, overlapping. Impossible to distinguish and immediately distinct.
Where a piece of spirit falls away from a whole, another is there to pick it up.
When the hand puts us down again, mixed and changed, we become trapped like flies in amber. Frozen as a single being.
So a woman was made flesh, and she came with a kingly gift. A frog who was herself, he reached, and shared with himself a vision. It stretched across their connection to share the wisdom of the palm.
It knows that not only are we reborn, recycled, re-loved, we are each other and ourselves.
Delight in what unites, but, my love, truly bask in your secrets. No-one ever walked this earth the way you do, my dear, and that's the point of it. Become yourself. It's enough. We take nothing else back with us when our time comes to an end. What will you share?
This woman remembers the frog, and our time together in the palm, and she cannot wait to see you there too when the hand comes back to take us.
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Year of the Frog (pt. 2)
03:34
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There are days where we can feel the touch of the crown
But the last time that could happen, oh I was different then.
Meeting you forever where the timeline snapped apart
What’s different now? The weight of gold upon my head, pressed down.
Do not be so tempted by the plush embrace. Break free
Fire can teach you to heat, and iron shows you how to crack.
When I rule, you won’t deny that the wooden heart beats strong
I’ll be queen of mourning doves and clouds of memory.
When my past lives join me right before I am somebody new
I will feast with kings and queens of distant foreign lands.
And for one particular frog, who came right before my little slice of time
I will remove my crown, for it is his year, it is his year, it is this year he came to rule
(Hail and all good fortune to the king of the frogs
Traveled from afar to share the wealth of the frogs
O! come one, come all, it is the year of the frog.)
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