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My Lantern
04:12
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At the witches hour
This is small space is shrinking
Machinery of fate
Is coming from my lantern
At this awful hour
There’s a cancer growing
Medicine won’t fix
What’s coming from my lantern
A day away at least
Will keep you from their hands
Don’t move ’til morning breaks
When you’re out there on the lam
At the kitchen table
There’s your left hand writing
And a superstitious force
That’s coming from my lantern
Along the open window
There’s a marquee scrolling
What it means to not be there
Locked up in my lantern
A day away at least
Will keep you from their hands
Don’t move ’til morning breaks
When you’re out there on the lam
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Origin of Birds
05:24
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Major, what is that light that’s approaching us now?
The instruments reading our altitude are all broken now
I can’t hear myself think with that godawful sound
I’d give up all that I’ve got to get back to the ground
High in the atmosphere, weightless and spinning
The ominous humming was printing the diagrams
Methods of action progress imperceptibly
Couldn’t communicate anything properly
Decades after we flew in that tin-plated kite
Animals still seem afraid when my temperature’s high
Please sir don’t make me think of that beautiful light
Receiving your letter has only encouraged my mind
Shadowy messages, coded in cuneiform
Ripe for the relaying, unforeseen consequence
Partial translations of errors in judgement
Our only agenda was onerous copying
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Pigment and Dye
04:24
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Toiling in windowless rooms you were high
On lives that you’d caught passing you by
In the streets below you’re eye was caught and held tight
Holding machinery close to your eyes
Turn the wheel and look through the sight
The flip of a switch would channel the glow into chambers inside
Metals and acids for pigment and dye
Hands working lithe
Making adjustments under cover of red light
Fingers on eyes
Somehow more than unknown,
The enamel grew worn and bone dry
Keeping your senses and gifts for yourself
You were humble and quiet when it came to your life
Ages ago you were there in your prime, hitting your stride
Treat us to visions in silver and white
What was not meant to be plainly in sight
Is revealed to the world despite how you tried to bury behind
Metals and acids for pigment and dye
Hands working lithe
Making adjustments under cover of red light
Fingers on eyes
Somehow more than unknown
The enamel grew worn and bone dry
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Run
03:15
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Away, away beside you I’m ever flowing
Out in the fray
Without our other waiting for an answer
Wait out his haze
We’re all in circles here
Try not to wonder why and learn
You’re right above me now
Clear light all around
All proud, invitations flowing in like rainbows
Dark empty skies
Pearls for the trough I’ve slung over my shoulder
Satin and wine
We’re all in circles here
Try not to wonder why and learn
You’re right above me, how
Where’d the thread go now?
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