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Spectrum Clings
05:37
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The morning glass. A rainbow's cast. The spectrum clings to human beings. Imagine that in the prism of this. We've not given up or given in. It's a fact. It's a given. But it's quick how we, like bended light, are turned around, and inside out, and rightside in, and tossed about.
We're on the same wavelength and not blowing smoke. Fielding acrobatic bids. Naked as jaybirds. The colors flow and ebb until then end.
How are things? There are no writers here or steady beams in wavering rays. A shadow town is savoring me. When the markets fell, did you rubberneck the crash? The morning glass: a broken sash. Wait and see, enveloping.
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Wolves
04:01
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Button up your coat. There's things you meant to ask. Like, do you understand I'm never meant to ask. Button up your coat. There's things you meant to ask. Like, do you understand I ain't ever coming back. Do yourself a favor, don't turn back the clock. Find a spot to savor. They're the laughing stock. Do yourself a favor, don't turn back the clock. Find a spot to savor the wolves who raised you up.
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Less is More or Less
03:55
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Less is more or less good logic. Use me to dodge it. It's a sibling trend. Sister's waving wands around the backseat to block the curse of black sheep. It's a sibling trend.
Seeing things differing, at odds end. Anticipate the upstairs air at days end.
Pick one: fairy tale or fable. Pass notes under the table to me. Seize the day if within reach, if within the correct part of speech. It's the same 'ol, same 'ol.
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Wires
02:44
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I said, "Brutal truth or white lies? Take your pick. Improvise. Ad lib."
She said, "The government is full of shit. I promise you I'm not down with it," and that attracted me to her.
I said, "Bridesmaids accelerate pretty vows to the grave," and she shot me with a glance.
She said, "We must undo all the mistakes we've come to. Our surroundings, exceed them."
We crossed wires. Mixed signals and tapes to catch fire. We crossed wires.
She said, "Well since it's not a stick or stone, the brutal truth I condone, ask for."
I said, "Love songs are so absurd. I promise you they're for the birds," and that got me in with her.
She said, "Amen, we're wrangled in by the poison of a clever pen," and she shot me with a glance.
I said, "Then I agree to cease fire and write you. Our surroundings, exceed them."
We crossed wires. Mixed signals and tapes to catch fire. We crossed wires.
We cross wires.
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Steam
04:04
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When you pick up steam you're likely to burn your hands. An adolescent zeal that's self-correcting. We're in thicket. Walk in the thick of it. It's all new terrain. Humbling new Terrain. Just by dumb chance we can be overcome by the elements. Pick your spots with deft command. When you pick up steam you're in no place to make demands. Take one for the team. When the music stops, grab a seat. It's all a new domain. A humbling new domain.
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Evidence
03:33
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Here is proof that you should be writing down just as smoothly as your hand will scratch it out.
Call it evidence of a balanced countenance. I've removed the nice disguise. Beauty's in the eyes.
And I won't behold deceit. Miss the joke, not the beat. Fend for yourself. Pretend you're on a train.
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Lighthearted Head Lightheaded Heart Massachusetts
Western MA duo
Making it up on the fly
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