osen cover

we run
for sheep's grass
going forward and past

we sit
look and grasp
going for peace or brass

we're at the end
while it all depends
try to break a trend
or to make a friend

too long
to forget
file those sore regrets

move on
don't reset
jump on the roulette

we're at the end
while it all depends
try to break a trend
or to make a friend

Tread

exploring an important question
--------------------------------------------------
what if there were multiple moons?
like, six?

six moons means severance
five moons means acceptance

four moons means intention
three moons means ascension

two moons means the truth
one moon means nothing
it's been that way since my youth

moons

i see you
you see me
you look down and whisper so sweetly
is that me?

planes and pains
and chains and brains
they chase that ape into a hailing rain
it ain't tame

unkind lens
lies and bends
upside down, oh it's got a trend
not your friend

so swiftly
with chipped teeth
our rifts meet wish to complete me
it ain't free

blood bud to soot
ticking, taking root
from blood to rust
ticking, taking trust
talking lust

i see me
so nearly
distracting, my neighbor's gleam
what's that mean?

one hounds us
confounds us
don't roundhouse your frowny spouse now
it sure counts

dream logic
locks us in
wants children, time as its horsewhip
spacey trip

weird tangents
where hands went
romances spent and a few cents
what i meant

from bud to soot
ticking, taking root
from blood to rust
ticking, taking trust
talking lust

mirrors

banana
banana
banana
banana
banana
banana
banana
banana
the only lyrics to this song are banana
banana
banana
banana
banana
banana
banana
banana
banana

banana

the sun hangs high
by a string, cradling

the sun says why
with its fingers
and its spot
what grows and what rots

how can i reach the sun
in a boat
in a car
in the sky
in your eye

you come down
to me
you look
you look
at me

the folks hang near
teeth talking, feet rocking

the folks say no
with their sneering
and their sobbing
thinking hearts, thinking throbbing

how can i reach the hearts
of those i love
with a smile
with a word
hands turned outward

so awake
so awake
so awake
take your plate

The Sun And The Folks

I really like this song
mastered by broderick mcrae

the real world (cover)

ive run aground i cant get down oh what to do
i look around i make a sound i see two blue lilies
a skip and a hop and a drip and a drop and im sky high

im in the clouds they make their sounds like ooh ooh
i caught a ghost it was farming goats
we met on a wet wet star
this is the end i must descend
i fall holy shit

aaaaaaaah

now i smacked the ground my body sound
oof god damn
i look around i make a sound
and colors are rounded out
i wanna freak its fantastique
boredom doesn't exist

superjump

song written by dave bixby

the sun in the morning
comes over the hill
and kisses the tall grass beside me

we are so young at heart
and living is an art
to be good at

we get our strength in the daytime
by the sun's golden rays
that lasts us into the nighttime
we find ourselves in many ways

the sun in the morning
a new day's a dawning
look out your window and see yourself walking
through fields of love and the sky up above
is with you

we are so young at heart
and living is an art
to be good at

oh god, we love you
how can we say
we love you
how can these bodies say

Morning Sun cover

sometimes i am a waste of space
a frowning clown
without a place

sometimes i am an
imposter
a gilded crock of shit
with a missing ingredient

sometimes i am low low low low down
not someone for to be around

and when i'm clawing
i am nothing
an empty vessel
of hopes
and unjustified
euphoria
wrapped in anhedonia

sometimes i'm not needed
to myself

and i question
my own voices
and these noises
crash my temples
and clap my steeples

sometimes i turn inside out
and kiss the ground
and twist around

sometimes i'm shit
sometimes i'm the shit
i don't know

Sometimes Im

stooped in
dim warm den-house
glowing hearth and joyous mirth but
upon closer inspection
lends me no direction

two boys
their sparks and lark-joy
dreaming on the back slab but
two pills keep their hearts thrilled
now the dream is killed
it's not what they willed
but the dream was killed

now i'm out of the fog-house
and it's nearing to clear up now
yeah, i am a light-house
i chart my own routes
i'm out of the fog-house

named by
purple flowers
how she towers with her sounds but
look close past her smile
petals of black bile

flashbulb
froze that capsule
green malaise locked away but
that flash illuminated
what i loved and hated
a photo left me jaded
soon to be abated

dorinski alka

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