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Capable
02:31
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I was 20 years old when i wrote this song
I’ll be 21 soon but not sure for how long
Feet on the ground but am I capable
Feel like i’m not on nothin stable
The head feels soft as butter
Stammer when the lights kind of flutter
With the heat in the winter, the wise cracker moves slow
But moves still, moving still but I’m moving still
But when theres more to hold on to I let it go
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Winter Solstice
02:10
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Born on the winter solstice, that’s the shortest day
Born too early in some kinda way
Dawn of the crab, tides with the crescent moon
Feeling like it sorta shoulda ended soon
But I’m just feeling some kinda way
It’s all Ry No mouth, body and mind
Trees don’t sway, they move with us
Moon dont stay, it spin with us
Don’t holiday, train with us
It’s just the words or the sounds you find
Don't be nice, but dont be unkind
Float on, and don’t rewind
Born on the winter solstice, that's the shortest day
Born too early in some kind of way
Dawn of the crab, tides with the cresecent moon
Feeling like it sorta shoulda ended soon
Lookin' through the mirror
Senses deplete
Writing rhymes, then hitting delete
Throwing what i got left at the screen
The screen blue no it’s an infinite amount of hues
It’s all I got left, words mean less, I’m meaning less
I’m meaningless
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Skies Apart
05:38
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Weather talkin', wishing I wasn’t here
Havin' trouble with the sun, and it’s hot in the winter
It’s often warm here
Wish you were there, wish I was really here
Blank staring, thinking this is real?
Reality kicks in, and I’m thinking but what is this still?
The cold, the heat, the ocean the beat
On my chest and the thought of the way the world can sing and stand in formation like
Is this the end? and if not, when will that be?
And if not soon, can i say just kinda hopefully
But like, whatever, things to see and say and make
It’s all good, I mean it’s pretty ok
And it hot in the winter, slow mover not a winner
Wondering how long this all will take
How many hours will be until I break
Staring at mine’s reflection like this the last take
So I followed the trail to where it came from
I kinda knew it wouldn't take me far, but i hoped
And that’s all you can really do at the start
Made in japan, recorded oceans away. Skies apart
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4. |
Night Train of Thought
02:30
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The lights shined on it and you didn’t notice it
The leaves blossomed, the tree wasn’t
And then you left, in an a way too abrupt way
Time is just an illusion, been here before
Uh wait –
What is distance?
What is time? What is space?
But what is distance… and is it all the same?
And when the waters rose I kinda knew it would decompose
But, I kinda wish it didn’t. I mean, like everything’s for a greater purpose or reason maybe
But if a branch falls off, do you think it still hurts the tree?
The relationship between a tree and it’s leaves is very interesting to me
The relationships with the humans and the floor
Now I’m flawed that humans dont see their own flaws
When they’re standing on ‘em
They say the world doesn’t revolve around you, but I’m finding that kinda hard to prove
Cause it seems to be revolving around me
I look around, kind of noticeably. And as the cars pass…
I know they’re only passing for me
Or at least that’s all I can prove, that’s all I can see
I had to take the night train of thought
The night train of thought, and I thought that it’d be over by now but it’s not
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5. |
Socks
02:32
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And there's holes in my socks, like all of ‘em
So I designed some my own
With no holes in ‘em
And coloured the colour of the sky the time we first met
Wrote this sittin, just listening to my blood
Flow through my arms, my legs my hands my head my heart
As the source of it all, or the aim instead
And the goal, the end, the flow depends
On how I feel that certain day
And it’ll continue certainly
Especially when there's 30 degree
Angle and the heat warm
Painful when there’s hella clothes worn
And all my clothes worn
Holes in my shorts my shoes my pants
Holes in my socks, like all of them
So I designed some my own
With no holes in em
Coloured the colour of the way that I felt
Back when I was just sittin, listening to myself
Fall through my knees my legs my feet
That's the source, when the aim is defeat
The goal, the end, the flow depends
On the moon that certain day
And theres no stoppin it
Especially when it’s that far away
Distance, and the heat less than cool
Only way is when hella clothes worn
And I lack that
Holes in my hands, look children - I’m back
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Colours Meaning Less
02:03
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The ends move up in the queue
Thinking too much about time and what I’ve got to do
Lookin' at things that’s yellow and thinking how that makes me feel
How colours affect my soul, or my senses
The combinations of the blues in my view and the viewfinder still broke
This sounds like an 80s theme song, but not a good one
I’m a rapper, but not a hood one
When I wrote that it autocorrected into not a good one
What’s that mean in the grand scheme of things?
Theres no proof of the grand scheme of things
It’s been a long time since I seen it but I wait
Barely here and not sure how much time it’ll take
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7. |
3:08
02:24
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It’s 3:06, my mind has become vacant
Assure me I exist, not sure if I can take it
My nana said, I’m a rotten potato at best
Tried all my life to get things right
But each day still ends with a night
And when the leaves kept falling, I knew my time was dwindling
And when the tides came in my thoughts rolled out
And when the thoughts roll out my guard comes down
Thinking 'bout your message with the bottle
Now I’m reaching for the bottom
Nothin No can’t handle
Thinking 'bout your message with the bottle
Now I’m reaching for the bottom
Nothin No can’t handle
It’s 3:07, my mind has become full
Alone in my room, but not alone still
Eatin' Zooper Dooper's, ice-cold
Makin’ something tangible, something you can hold
And I need that, never been the type to need that, never thought I would
If Warhol made you famous do you need a fall back?
And is it a risk if you got one?
Put my heart on the line but at least I got one
Seeing the trails in which we move
Is it all worth it if I lose?
And what is loss?
Everything is what everyone got
Thinking 'bout your message with the bottle
Now I’m reaching for the bottom
Nothin No can’t handle
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8. |
Barely Here
03:07
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I feel like I’m barely here, last thread
Holes in the socks, but I still tread
As light as I can, but I’m louder instead
Speak less, the thread made it’s own path
Followed it; and it led to my alternate past
We spoke for hours there, and then I woke
When will it change? Kinda soon I hope
I seen and felt the waters climbing up to my ankles
I seen the angels
I pushed back hard on the angles now they circles
I seen and felt the waters climbing up to my ankles
I seen the angels
I pushed back hard on the angles now they circles
Wise cracker moving in full circle
Slow come soon, but feel another angle
I would say that I’m barely here again but I don’t want to repeat myself
But there I went again, repeating myself
Like I’m barely here again, wait—
If I'm not here, and you’re not here
How is any of this manifested even?
How can I be barely here and put everything I am into one single idea?
Couldn't conform to one single thought, heathen
Couldn’t abide by no single ideal
Dropped out of high school, found teachers in the Marx Brothers
The Wise Cracker with more wise cracks than Animal Crackers
The sun is burning my face
The waters up to my neck now
I've been holdin' your place
In the line for like 6 days now
I ain't seen your face in a while
The rocks i feel ‘em at my feet
I look for it, but I can’t find my smile
I'm barely here but was I ever?
Never knew what my future would hold
But always knew I was clever
Whether it's the answer I’ve been told
It's just the extra bits you gotta sever
Centre the thoughts with something old
Time's just an idea, concept, or whatever
Better yet it’s something you can fold
Or unravel, birds on the path – I remember
Whenever the path's meet, heat or cold
Barely here, like the end of a taper
Weather talking; is it talking or not?
Barely here, but I’ve been talking a lot
I’ve been talking a lot
Damn… I’ve been talking a lot
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