1. |
most
01:48
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All the praise is due
To the most high: you.
Always is your golden moment.
I feel your love
And I feel your warmth.
You are everywhere.
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2. |
open
01:55
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The least that you can do
is make the most of you.
Walk right into the sun
And open up.
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3. |
close
04:08
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Why would it tell a lie?
It wouldn't tell a lie to keep my spirit high.
I've always had to try
To push myself toward more than my
Optimum heart and my forward soul.
But the condition declines and deprives the whole
Vim and vigor from the life that I led.
These beautiful, circling dreams in my head
Keep providing me with faint glints of relief.
This sickness will never deter my belief:
How can't I think of the most that can be
While I am crippled by such stagnancy?
Debilitation's constraints are numbing me,
But I'm still hoping for hypertrophy.
The constant smile obscures the rift
but it appreciates the gift.
I will never let my dreams go adrift
Because the future can only uplift.
Into the trench, the body descends
Slowly, through time and its remaining sands
Now only my courage is buoying me
With affirmations and positivity.
Every stroke and every breath is overflowing.
But could it tell a lie?
It wouldn't tell a lie
To keep itself alive
It didn't have to try.
Sells itself on nothing more than time,
Sells itself to simply be the lie of everything alive,
Everything you'd ever want to buy,
Little things you never thought you'd try.
More than anything you maybe want to find
What keeps the dream alive.
I never thought I'd see so little in my life.
The little dream I have of waking up to sleep:
Nothing I could see could make me want to weep
More than menacing premises circling
Collective dreams of love.
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4. |
untitled
01:14
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My hands are thick with lines of constant wear,
Not from what I’ve done, but what I’ve yet to do.
Use these long fingers to strike against the air;
They seldom sleep, for they have much to prove –
When first I fell in love with life this rare,
To work with those whose thoughts of life have died,
To drain the power of the deepest seas –
To use the force that makes the earth to move.
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5. |
real steps
02:55
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Cold earth vibrates your wood.
Our shivering spines fashioned a song
In tune with you; and
Celebrated a fullness.
We were not coy.
We feel your void.
There's something left.
Real steps
What's next,
When nothing resists?
Real steps.
Still there,
When stillness persists
Real steps.
Constance,
Abundant abyss.
Real steps.
Resist,
When nothing is next
Real steps.
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6. |
gift
03:25
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Here's to you,
Whose gifting
Lifted me
Up and up.
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7. |
yes
01:09
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