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Gone
02:15
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This will not last long, brother, this era’s almost over -- take the money on offer and run. This temporary submission’s no permanent situation. Any moment now I’m getting out and gone.
If nothing matters, they measure your beauty in numbers. Passing quarters and figures: how high? A folded corner, the picture’s revealing something other than the daily loop that leaves you dry.
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Pirate Tower
01:27
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We looked for Pirate Tower but the tower was not there. We walked along the shore in hoodies, shrouding our hair. There was a gull hovering above us!
We looked at the horizon but no ships were to be seen. We looked at how the sun was bowing low into the sea. And there was a gull hovering above us!!
There was a gull hovering above us!
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Sockeye
03:15
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Who knows where I’m swimming to now? Something in me’s calling out. I’ve got an ocean of stories on me (if we run out of things to say!) It’s no small emotion, this quickening swirl. I’ve gotta get home to meet her! It gets deeper than these shallow streams springing love so brief.
Let’s go where the waters run cold. Head up north where we can behold all the familiar bends we’d known (before things got complicated!) Back to the simpler beds of home; now that we’re ready and full-grown. A full circle that’ll feel complete when, my love, we meet.
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Placing Pieces
04:06
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Wouldn’t you know.. hey, I’m FREE! Can you believe in the sleepers in dormancy? You were the third to unearth ruthless faith in me with every doubt you dispel.
Wouldn’t you know.. hey, I’m ALIVE! Placing pieces, plastering cracks inside. You were the fifth to lift the impossible weight in me with the solemn space you held.
Wouldn’t you know.. hey, I’m FREE! Did you ignite this sleepless urgency? You were the first to thirst standing by my well with never a doubt to dispel.
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Hope Beyond Scope
02:25
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I don’t know why I feel like I’m in the wrong place. I don’t know why I fail to recognize my face. Please tell me there’s something more than pale routine. Does hope lie beyond the scope of what I can see?
Is there a reason why I flounder and flail? All the successful people bail out of jail. Please tell me there’s something more than ___ routine! An antidote to cure me / A shore of mercy.
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When We Fell
04:08
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When we fell in line you took all my money. When we fell in line we were fine and pretty. When do you suppose it all began? Nobody knows when we fell in line.
When we fell in line we were stuck but able. Making it work was our only credo. Pushing ourselves; wringing drops of time. The way we knew how to fall in line.
[Vietnamese verses by Thanh Hằng]
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Pupuseria
03:23
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Were we in love at the pupuseria, and was it true? Were we up above, lit and beaming because we were juiced? How we showed up! NO ONE TAUGHT US HOW TO DO!!!! Ever-expanding, rounding and rising, we! Effulgent like the moon.
Were we in love at the stadium standing in line? Were we up above, were we buzzin’ on the rush and the rise? How we showed up! No one taught us how to do. Ever-expanding, rounding and rising, we! Effulgent like the moon.
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Hushabye
02:23
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Hushabye, don’t you cry -- he’s in the middle. All the while, a mile of smiles: he’s in the middle. In the middle of June, in the middle of the moon. In the middle of July, he closes his eyes.
Hushabye, don’t you cry -- he’s in the middle! All this time you stood in line: he was in the middle. In the middle of you, beneath the silver moon. In the middle of the night, you close your eyes.
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Cuckoo
04:04
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Who’s cuckoo? Who’s cuckoo now?
You say you never leave your house but I’ve seen you around the fringes of town. You say you’re a person of sensible line, but after the sun goes you don’t have the time. Who’s cuckoo now?
There’s a wellspring of feeling that burns my ears the times I’m reminded of when you were near. There are moments of sadness mixed in with the joy: histories and mileage forgotten and void. Who’s cuckoo now?
So who’s cuckoo?
Who’s loosed a screw?
“The memory juice is perishable.”
It’s rich excuse!
Who’s cuckoo now?
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Ember
03:11
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Rufus sings but I don’t bother to muster an answer. The overture passes over me. When he swings, you lay back and wander the scenery so familiar. And these pictures hold your grief.
Rufus sings but I keep distance. In a jar just listening to breath upon a breeze. When he swings I close my eyes to hear it, to be inside and near it -- the flickering ember of belief.
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Jean Marie Los Angeles, California
Jean Marie lives in LA and makes secret music in her tiny hermitage hidden away in a cool, hilltop recess. WELcoMe! to this tiny corner of the internet where you can listen to secret music and make secret wishes.
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