Just cause -- we don't have enough to worry about...

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LYRICS
(What's in your brain?)
(Its seams are starting to strain...)
(What's on your mind?)
(It seems it's not all that kind...)

((I'm sure I see you))
((I think I know you))
((I'd swear I love you))
((Why can't you feel the same?))

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See to Sea -- so many exposures
Eye to I -- don't wanna cry, ain't gonna fly
I wanna feel just fine -- I want what's mine
Why do we have to draw these lines?

(((Told to distrust you)))
(((Not to discuss you)))
(((I'm taught to hate you)))
(((Why won't you take the blame?)))

You to me -- so many explosions
Eye for an aye -- the bodies' lie, don't wanna die
A cross, a field of mines -- a bloody grind
How did we all become so blind?


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[Written/recorded while down in Siesta Key in May 2024, using only my laptop's crappy onboard mic for vocals. The message behind the mess still comes through loud and clear, though (i hope)...]

Warry Wort

What's the point of Peace-preaching if all we're leaving are pieces?

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LYRICS

If you had to put a price on Paradise
Well, just a slice
How do you tally the bill?
Is an acre too much?
How much crypto for a human's touch?
What would it take just to...
What would it take just to chill?

In-turned nights, tossed brain-throw fights
The cool side can't win
Hot heads they churn heavy through thought-cycle's wince and spin
Even dreams' textured psy-naps are brute relief with no peace
But pieces, de-fragments, mess-eye-ache release

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If you had to put a price on Paradise
What would suffice
Who would I have to kill?
Is a country too much?
What appropriation for a Culture's clutch?
How much wine should I...
How much blood should I spill?

Even dreams' textured psy-naps are brute relief with no peace
But pieces, de-fragments, mess-eye-ache release

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If you had to put a price on Paradise
Just roll them dice
Would it be your god's will?
Is a being of light getting off sleight-
Outta-hand with his peoples' plight?
How many holes must we...
How many graves must we fill?


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[again, created/recorded while down in Siesta Key in May 2024, using only my crappy lappy mic, so pretty raw... but maybe that's part of the point?]

The Paradise Price (acoustic / lo-fi)

Worst poet wanna-being worster singsong-person. 

Lost to learning. Living the attempt.

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