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Blood Redwoods
08:48
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I sit alone while the smoke from wildfire sneaks through the window. The world's getting tired. Still say your name out loud, even though I left you behind. She's at home now. Peace unrecognized. Peace eludes me. I'll run after it for life. The lightning pain shoots through my mind. Alone, is it by choice? I don't trust my songs. I don't hear my voice.
Full of heartbreak, still a crying child with the keepsakes of a love that I let die and a lighter. Set it all ablaze. The look in my eyes and the fields go up in flames. From the high heat and the glittering sparks to my hometown burning in the dark.
Parked our cars near the reservoir. Misty air in the dead winter night. Passed around an acoustic guitar. Song share in the youth years. We forgot how to be fearless. Fear has covered everything. And the present moment hides behind the looming past. Regret stands between us and when we talk now it's soul crushing.
I remember pulling over by the library. My phone rang. After years you were calling me. Years of silence calling to say goodbye. You had cancer. You knew you were gonna die.
If I close my eyes I can still picture your face, laughing smile - the pink of your lips. An understanding. Formed a family, disbanded. Couldn't handle it when you took all those pills. Constant fear of loss. So, I packed up and drove back. But I didn't realize that I would never get passed it. No new norm. Knowing you're happy somewhere else. I couldn't live with losing someone else.
Yesterday collage. Exploding beginning. Out of chaos grew what we call everything. And it shattered when I jumped into the fear. And the pieces of our love, in the forest - blood redwoods, beating rain. You're a memory.
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Garden on the Rd.
02:31
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Smoke on the road. It was a long time coming home. Her heart was frozen stone. A wildflower picked and sewn in a garden on the road. Smoke on the road.
In between my toes river water flows. With both of my eyes closed, the ashes feel like snow. Smoke on the road.
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Well of the Wild
05:55
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My mind exploded like a dandelion. What I wished for I can't find. What everything means to me, I forgot. And where have you been all this time? Blowing kisses to the sky? When I set fire to the hillside everyone ran. I started crying. All we are holding onto is gone. A mirage.
Window to the past is closing tight. We never really understand what it meant. Everything's made of light and we'll never truly see it. All the roads left not taken. All we are, passing by. Deja vu. Another life.
Tearing down the constructs in mind. Clearing out what I've defined. Every morning is a solo dive off the building of my love into the river of what's what? When I set fire to the hillside everyone ran. I started crying. All we are holding onto is gone. A mirage.
Filling up the raindrops with my heart's bluest blood I sacrifice. Emptying the vessel of my mind to drink from the well of the wild and let the words wait for a while. When I set fire to the hillside everyone ran. I started crying. All we are, nevermind. Nothing's real, even time.
In the shadows of whatever, why? You like to dance until midnight. Arguing about the same nothing. Remember tears filling your smile. Reflecting off the summer sunlight. When I set fire to the hillside everyone ran. I started crying. All we are, never mind. Nothing's real, even time.
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Yesteryears
05:15
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Humanity, insanity, they're ruled by fear and vanity. Afraid of life, afraid to death. You believe you have ownership over the ground. But I've never found proof of that. All bullshit. Wild West, everything wild... Tear down the fence. Remember to smile. We all could die, that's reality. If you run from it, you run toward it.
Individual, residual, instinctual, believe it if you will. We disagree and that's fine by me. That no one needs electricity. Because there is no one. We are a blob covering the world. Setting it on fire for good. For all time. Friend of mine. Meaninglessness in dark and light. They're both the same. Obscurely famous. Poorly rich. You are us. USA. Tomorrow today. yesteryear.
Just ignore your fear. Fear's the devil, angel too. Sometimes real, sometimes untrue. Civilized, Realized fictional storylines. Ties that bind became untwined. Disappear. Hitting rewind. Wishing well. Personal hell. Fond Farewell. Goodbye
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