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Kwiaty Są Piękne
02:27
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So its always been
We're taught aging is a sin
We're taught bodies are broken
So its always been
We trade for brand new baby's skin
For a fragile face of porcelain
I once was innocent
child's breath on my lips
a seedling coddled in soil
reaching for the surface
kwiaty są piękne
picked to display then thrown away
their hands grasping to feel
mouthless bodies, faceless frames
I am more than you allow me to be
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Hold On
03:11
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hold on, dear
hold on, dear
wait patiently for the sky to clear
hold on, dear
the storm has come and everybody’s gone
the storm has come and you are on your own
the rain is cold but you refuse to go home
Isn’t it strange how an empty place can feel so full when you’re all alone
you hope the lightening strikes you to bring the warmth back to your eyes
or the wind to carry you to where your childhood memories lie
and now you can’t tell the difference between the rain drops and your tears
hold on, dear
the rain is cold but you refuse to go home
you want to feel everything, feel anything at all
I know
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3. |
The Holocene
03:39
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the sun opened wide
swallowed up the night
the sun climbed the mountain
stood up and greeted it’s children
the daylight overtook my room like a rising tide I’m slipping into far from shores where I sleep with the sound of my pulse aching in my teeth
our hands rake the seabed for artifacts of those who built us
from their own bone and flesh
the black sky is enveloped in our irises
keeping secrets of the unknown and the wondrous
Did you hear
that all the mountains crumbed?
Did you hear
theres people in the rubble?
All the stars fell down
Did you see them, did you see them?
All the stars fell down
Was it on the television?
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Mamidło
02:48
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tanczę z niebiem
kołysam się wiatrem
teraz jestem dzieckiem
obawiałam się
wszystkiego, wszystkiego
obawiałam się
to jest za mamidło
teraz jestem dzieckiem
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5. |
Children At Play
03:17
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summer afternoon
hours unfold like flowers in bloom
spinning ‘round my room
mulling over all the things I think to be true
all the birds call out in harmony
piercing through the street’s cacophony
Is there nothing truer than a mind at peace?
racing thoughts upon these roads will take no heed
how does summer always seem to
steal my youth away from me?
year by year the child I once was
falls further into memory
will my sense of wonder grow as frail as my bones?
will we force our dreams to retreat and leave us all to die alone?
No, I won’t
summer nights
poisoned by a frame of streetlights
how our voices climb
up over our neighborhoods to lace the skyline
all the crickets croon in harmony
piercing through a night’s debauchery
is there nothing truer than a child at play?
is there nothing crueler than a book’s last page?
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6. |
Maybe If We Wait
01:19
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He slipped my hands into the soil
with a seed between my palms
he said, “we will wait patiently
and see what it becomes”
but in order for it to grow, I have to let go
I have to let go
I hope he knows how much I loved him so
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