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my sacred secret
03:11
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My sacred secret sat inside a buried box
it was buried back in the woods of my mind
on particularly weird weeks i'd find the overgrown path to it and walk
but
one day my family caught me with mud on my shoes
"what were you just digging up?" they asked accusingly
"you don't want to know" I said, and bitterly I slammed the door.
the only thing left of my sercret was its memory
and i was confused
did my secret happen
was it all a dream
well, i couldn't in that house explore it
nothing i could say would warrant such a venture from the norm
but one day years later
i'd moved, i'd worked, I'd lived
i sat one night tucked behind my laptop screen
i searched the web for courage and i searched it for me
and i found both
so now, like an open source encyclopedia
i'm sharing my sacred secret
but if my secret isn't secret anymore
does that mean it's no longer sacred?
am i sacrificing divinity by living in truthful honesty
i still straddle, i still battle the answer sometimes
but if i don't share through this story, advertising locally,
you'll never know the beauty of this type of lived complexity
the harmonics of others like me,
we create the most beautiful chord
and if you still don't have a clue
what the hell i'm hinting at
please sit back
and let yourself learn about what I've gone through
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wait it out
04:04
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If you don’t feel confident today
And you already meditated
And you already drank a glass of water
And you already exercized and showered
Gotta wait it out
My brother’s canoe blew away in a wind storm
But it landed in a lake so it was kinda going home
And my heart did that once
When i dressed my chest in bandage cloth
I never felt healthier
But it made my lungs cough
Gotta wait it out
Cloudy boy, angry boy, stormy head
Don’t ya know that you should probably go to bed
Hunkered down in the calm of an idea
Like the eye of an anticipation
Wipe your brow, sit down, have a stretch
Watch the game while you rest on the bench
Cheer your mates while they score and defend
You can play once you catch your breath
Gotta wait it out
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the edge
03:02
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I’m sitting on the edge of the couch
Waiting for your text
You call me girl, not knowing who i am or
Who i will be next
I cut my hair for my mother’s sake
In another life, i shaved it off
The tight genes that my mother gave me
Will never represent entirely
What i actually feel when
I step into the bath
See my naked body glisten
In the lonely light of street lamps
My achy, phony menstral cramps
Are bloating toward my vision
And please listen, I’m not fishing to
destroy your perception
But this binary conception
Makes me prickly with fear
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she was really me
02:52
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I went walking
Down the road
Across the town
Out of my mind
To find the girl
Who used to be mine
As it turns out
She never was
I surveyed the land
Gazed at my hand
Holding a compass
Up to my eye
The needle turned as I turned
I didn’t know why
I was dizzy
From all the change
She used to say my name in her head
She used to lay in my lonely twin bed
But she was really me
Along my quest
Blind-folded breasts
And a shifting scale
Of pros and cons
They teetered around
Left then right
Into place
They fell
She used to choose
Which words to express
She was anxious
Until she confessed
That she was really me
Now I’m picking up all the weight
Off of the measurement tray
She was really me
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5. |
devil for an attitude
02:16
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Dysphoria hit, it was 2 in the morning
I was losing my cool. It was summer time
My baby wanted me to touch her curvey hips
But when you grabbed mine
I lost it
Come back to me she said
My better angels tried to fight it
But they gave up on me and i accrued
A devil for an attitude
I was looking in the mirror when I was stoned
I saw my roommates aftershave cologne
I saw my tits, they were mine, homegrown
Well if i am a farmer I’m an actor on the weekends
Get back to work they said
My better angels tried to fight it
But they gave up on me and i approved
A devil for an attitude
Please just take me home
Just Take me home
Just Take me home
I am not the kid you think you know
Please just take me home
Take me home
Take me home
I am not the kid you think you know
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When you’re ready to commit
To listening to yourself
Find a seat that is moonlit
With Kentucky bourbon straight
Put away your references
You will not need them for this
Think about who you would be
Without censorship ornate
The builder of the universe cares not where you go
So don’t shoot the messenger
If you don’t like what it brings
Composed of your desire
Gentle language is like spring
Sunshine warming up your skin
You’re okay, honey, you’re alright
Your strength out performs for sight
Loyalty to selflessness
Isn’t martyrdom, it’s sin
The builder of the universe cares not where you go
So don’t shoot the messenger
The builder of the universe cares not where you go
So don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot the messenger
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what i wish you'd say
03:04
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I’m so sorry
If it didn’t seem
Like i had enough love to send your way
I struggled
With some awful things
And i know i seem to always
But now i’m on my knees like a priest when he prays
That’s what i wish you’d say
When you told me
You were different
It triggered the night my parents died
Cuz what i pictured
For your little life
Was suddenly demagnified
But once the shock eased from my mind i was coo
That’s what i wish you’d do
My oldest
He always seemed to know
What he wanted out of life
And he stayed true
Through all this time
Even when he was going through strife
But you were different, more complex, more free
That’s how i wish you’d be
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8. |
knuckles are white
02:40
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Do you ever feel like your knuckles are white
Your grip is slipping but you try to hold on tight
But you are secretly
Flipping out and sheepishly
You run back to the memory
That makes ya smile fiendishly
Think back to that time
You thought you had a god
You think back to the time
You landed that job
And you started paying back your student loans
You bought yourself some curtains
And you chuckled cuz you felt old
Look at you, you’re swimming
Like dorie used to tell you so
Well i know you got this my friend
I’m reading up on the news and man i’m feeling sick
Politics and poverty and hurricanes and war
And now i’m waking up
Early cuz i want to get
A good spot on the bus
And try not to be upset
I think back to that time
I thought i had a god
I think back to that time
I landed that job
And i started paying back my student loans
I bought myself some curtains
And i chuckled cuz i felt old
Look at me i’m swimming like dorie used to tell me so
Well i know i got this my friend
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mayor of my psyche
01:43
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While you were shaking hands and kissing babies
I was stumbling through an eternal february
But like a miracle or unexpected plot twist
I got to where i am now
I’m running for mayor of my psyche
And i really want to win
If i send you a christmas card
Will you put it on your fridge?
And so far the campaign is tight
All my parts say they’re undecided
There’s an old man from a different generation
Telling me i’m being short sighted
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nothing is possible
03:29
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Nothing is possible
If you’re under a bell jar
Nothing is possible
Without embracing the bizarre
Nothing is possible
If you copy all your friends
Nothing is possible
Until you trust yourself again
I was born
In a church
In the spring
Like a flower from the earth
And as i grew
My branches spread
And the collective pew
Became my bed
And i started to dream about
Who i would become
Maybe a detective
Maybe a nun
Maybe a father
Maybe a son
Or maybe i would become none of those things because
Nothing is possible
If you’re under a bell jar
Nothing is possible
Without embracing the bizarre
Nothing is possible
If you copy all your friends
Nothing is possible
Until you trust yourself again
Over time
I thought i lost my mind
My thoughts were pesticide
I acted out of line
My role wasn’t defined
My energy was anemic
and al of my actions
were not intended
and i started to dream about
who i would become
maybe an asshole
maybe a bum
maybe a statistic
with a loaded gun
or maybe i would become none of those things because
Nothing is possible
If you’re under a bell jar
Nothing is possible
Without embracing the bizarre
Nothing is possible
If you copy all your friends
Nothing is possible
Until you trust yourself again
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