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Gravity
04:48
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Gravity is holding me up. It keeps my head out of the clouds and still wants me back each time I jump. Without it I would simply float away from everything and everyone I know. Imagine trying to sleep up in the sky. It gets so cold and wet up there and there's nowhere you can lie. The only thing that gets me out of bed is knowing that no matter where I go.
Gravity will meet me there and always get me where I need to be. You'll mess me up and throw me out, but gravity is always 'round to keep me falling down.
Gravity is holding me down. Every time I try to leave I find I'm not allowed. I'm tethered to this planet and to you the way this planet's tethered to the sun. Imagine if you knew there's something more. How could you go back down to Earth and live like this is all? The thing that makes it hard for me to do, is knowing that there's nothing to be done.
'Cause gravity will see me here and stop me being where I want to go. I know that I will never feel the same, but gravity's the one to blame. It keeps me falling down.
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Wings
02:58
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Hold you in place. Don't make that sad face. I can show you everything you need to know about me. It's only fire, but fire will do fine. Every situation running triangles around me.
Don't think about it. I know that you want to, but you will regret it. If you don't, then I do. I think that you know me, and I know about you, but how could you know me, 'cause I've never flown before. 'Cause I don't have wings, I don't have wings, I don't have wings like you do. I don't have wings, I don't have wings, I don't have any wings like you.
Staring me down, with my eyes fixed on the ground. With surgical precision and an eye for Information. How could you fall, when you don't trip or stumble at all? Lying on the ground like it's your natural location.
Don't think about it. I know that you want to, but you will regret it. If you don't, then I do. I think that you know me, and I know about you, but how could you know me, 'cause I've never flown before. 'Cause I don't have wings, I don't have wings, I don't have wings like you do. I don't have wings, I don't have wings, I don't have any wings like you.
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Put Me Under
06:56
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Block the doors and windows, I'll be sitting in my castle on a bed of plans I don't intend to keep. add them to the heap I keep between the sheets, so I can lose some sleep and think of you, and all things you do, and all the things you do.
No I'm not alone down here, so please don't try to fix it. Just embrace me through the pixels and it's fine. If I can see you eyes, and feel you in my mind, and think about the time we haven't done, and I can see our eyes, and god knows we're still young.
Take a breath and look around at all of these inventions. From your memories retention has it played - has everybody stayed the way you hoped they would? It's only twice as good and still the same.
Spare the other half of you for half of you is shaking, and the other half is taking half the time to falling back in line. Admitting there are signs is harder from inside, and inside you there's nothing you can do, despite the things you do.
Hold out much longer. How long I wonder.
Waiting Is Over. Now put me under.
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One Mourning
08:22
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I can't see straight and I can't see my hands as they're moving in rhythm in front of my face, and they're tracing the patterns of lights that I saw in the room that I stayed in the two nights before.
Icicles grow at the ends of my feet, and the heart that I have steady stops and repeats, and the world's long exposure in front of my eyes, and I can't feel my sides, and I can't feel my sides.
Tenuous tenements tend to cause tensions, with tense tenants telling the tales of their dwellings, and Tony Montana's been sighted inside, he's surrounded by pigeons with wonder-wide eyes.
And I wonder why as I'm staring intently, I've taken a chance on this friend of a friend, and he's ringing the bell, and he's telling us gently that playtime is up and there's no room to stay.
So we're out on our arses and out 'til the morning, and mourning the cans that we spilt in the doorway. These last fetid dregs are the final reminder, the night that's behind us is pouring away.
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Casey Birks Manchester, UK
Manny based muso, writing songs about my sad sad life, from a place of relative stability and happiness.
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