Darklife

Missing Person

Friends With A Super Model

My Name Is Peg Punch

https://youtu.be/KANq8E_o3tM

I’d hold you up
If I could find you
Unreachable
Pit with my pride too
You never see her
Never see her go
But she’s doin better than me tho

She’s driving ahead of me
Everybody keeps telling me
Sat under a cherry tree
Lean back into sweet relief

I am the fool I cant let go
Levity falls my plight shows
I’ve seen the end and it goes on 
I tried embracing but I’m not so eager

Boxing Day (The Fool)

After Angel

CD Player V

The Bleeding Of The Sun

sky_22_133.mp3

SPEED RUN

HI 5 (galen tipton Remix)

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Shitblips

Goodbye Vanowen

Naked, bestial, and far away from loving shores
Wounded creature; all she knows is she wants more
Empty, windswept, burning lonesome on the moor
Turning, turning, dressed as if she’s just an
Infant person, pining for the water’s lore
Rippling notion, memories of petrichor
Are they different? She and the girl who came before?
Second growing, scars a book on which she swore

Are you finished up?
Whatcha gonna do?
Are you going home?
Can I come with you?

Neighbors on the porch?
Cross the avenue?
Have you got a bed?
Is there room for two?

It said

Lover look me over
Find yourself a home in
The notches up and down my spine
Prove I am not a waste of time

Lover, look me over
The troubles that I cope with
From a poisonous time when I might think
“Fuck the meaning into me”

Lover, look me over
Grope for deeper knowing
The border region in between
The meeting place of you and me

Lover, look me over
I’ve been out to the ocean
And in my time away at sea
I’ve reckoned the darker parts of me

Love, I am the ocean
Spit water out, you’re choking
On the salt of ancient misery
Drowned forever now in me

Love, I am the ocean
The path to where you’re going
Tie a rope around your waist
And leap into the crashing waves

Saw me listing, wand’ring through a field of waste
Asked me quietly, “So how does your own heart taste?”
“Bitter, Bitter,” I say, stumbling through the dark
“But I like it. It’s bitter and it is my heart.”

AND BECAUSE IT IS MY HEART

Missing Person

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