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Capitol Attack
03:32
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The tiled floors were coated in a powder
Common folk who were tired of being tread upon
I felt like crawling into a hole when I saw what happened
Handcuffs and zipties and possibly a billy club
Rioters bangin’ on the door, trying to get in
DC, a pro-Trump mob crashed into the building, a historical first
People flooded in - shots fired - police ordered everyone out
A phalanx of staff and press and senators, pepper spray, and fire extinguishers
Sirens wailed from the outside
This will start a civil war revolution
“Violence is a possibility”
“Fight like hell to take back our country”
“You are allowed to go by different rules”
“Walk down to the capitol I’ll be right behind you”
They threw me to the floor
I screamed for help as loud as I could
People just watched
Mr. President
(excerpt from a Trump-Biden presidential debate)
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When smashing, I wield a hammer,
50 gallons tall and wide and round
So I cannot feel the bones crack or the guts squish
Yet the wooden smack electrifies me:
Not all vibrations can be dampened
Not all voices can be ignored
Sound and light do not escape our semi-silvered room
We keep our lightbulbs well-batteried)
And from the inside, so dearly are we isolated.
But there will come a day when our lights dim
And the rows and rows of revolutionaries
Will shine like fiery stars
And we will be forced back to our pews
And dollops of our hair will fall to the ground with a splat!
And the remaining truth will whimper in uselessness
According to our darkest fears
And, if they exist, the Great Supervisors will shake their heads
And wonder why, in predetermination,
Were we trusted with unrestricted volition
Coupled with powerful weaponry and sleep masks?
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As Is
04:26
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Birds sang warning songs as I biked down the road
Window shopping stucco walls
Looks like all it takes is one more push before it falls
We’ve reached the days we thought were still decades away
Prices shooting through the roof
I can’t pay and even when I can I hardly will
I’ve got an appetite for dirt
I don’t believe it’s worth the work
Sellers hogging up the right of way
I feel warm and rich like buttermilk today
My brain is swimming and there’s not a lot to say
Put your leg up, relax
I should stop but I just had to check
Spring is coming - so prepare to run
The market’s changing so be patient once
I’ve got an appetite for dirt
I should have listened to the bird
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Penance
03:24
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Time it keeps on peeling off the paint
It seeps through and twists and the truth's made revealing
My optimistic nature had sewn many goals
But fooling myself was a plan sure wrought with holes
I fought for things I didn't understand
I cut through towers with both of my hands
I didn't think how they might bruise
Tons of boulders fell from my use
And in the end, I changed my mind...
In the end, I changed my mind...
They had named me their president
And then realized I was partisan, my campaigns all feigned
I was chased through the forestry
By their powerful cavalry
Yet I made an escape
The clouds are falling down
And I was only looking forwards
The path that I carved out is
Crooked and confusing to follow
And everything just cancels out
I don’t believe I’m moving at all
But the clouds, the clouds still fall
I’m hiding out in Missouri
Crouching low in the crop field that nourishes me
I’ve been riding the deer here
Tryin’ to get my head clear
And see what there is to see
But the corn, it points me inwards
Towards fire pits and water slides
I know I have to ride
I deserve this maze
My future’s filled with penance, searching
And hiding out in crops
The crops, the crops that lock me up
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5. |
It Gets Away
01:20
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A beckoning darkness was chewing us up
When far past the brook I sensed the warmth of a rising sun
I stretched my eyes while I could but the sliver slipped into the earth
It stained my eyes and left a silver gloss in its berth, in its birth
I see this empty village with a glint from the moon
This newfound perspective confounds me - I'm unsure what’s the truth
I stretched my eyes and was bound with a beauty from the night
I abandoned a desolate world and I’m not sure if that was right
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6. |
Snow Day
02:11
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I live in California
It’s sunny or cloudy every day
The weather’s predictable
I always know what clothes to wear
It hasn’t snowed here since my childhood
But I look up and see the frost
The sunlight glistens through the biting cold
I blink and cough and feel lost
It's easy to think about
Frostbite and sickness and slippery roads
It's easy to slip out
Or to stay inside to warm your toes
Don’t miss your chance for a white Christmas
Just look outside at the shining ice!
We’ve got a chance to enjoy the holidays
Go meet your friends say something nice
Every time I thought about
Every time I thought about my family in Ohio
I never thought about the cold
I only thought about the white white snow
Why switch around when it finds my home
The snow is melted
I think the dream is over, as such
The snow is melted
I hope you enjoyed your short time in the slush
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11:59
02:04
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Luminescent night
A glistening disk reflecting celestial mist
Cumulonimbus whisps
A dampened silver vapor paints the sky
11:59,
One hundred owls fly over, guarding hills
And look up at the moon in silent wonder
Vestibular and light
A fuzziness intercepting every thought
Tranquility begot
By whispering wind composing lullabies
Feel fatigue start setting in
And sending off nocturnal minds to rest
Subconsciousness relaxing them the best
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Chamber
02:32
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Tears without emotions anticipating your ingress with vastness you come
Small and hidden, silent, a violent shrill from pawns to quell her stunned heart
Yellow sun cuts through blue sky in wonder I hide in the shadows
A chamber, two figures
Towering and pacing with bellows that shake marble pillars
And felt through my lungs as I observed from the corner
What an order to influence these titans
I feel I am the twilight,
A bridge connecting the landscape
And though that feeling rings true, I can’t explain why I’m so small next to blue
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Cold, thin-pinned pricklings
Bent, crumbled histories
Soreness, dark stillness
Thick films of sweated drips
All that these words are doing to me
Is making me lose my feeling
Dried up, locked down
Hoping for hope, nothing found
All that these words are doing to me
Is making me feel my losing
I felt it there with the moon in the sky
With the words being true and the static was dying
I climbed the stairwell delivered the news
I was gasping for air and the future was blocked
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10. |
Cat Scrapes The Night
03:17
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Yellow gleams the moon, moon looming gently
I ventured from my safehouse
With cautious stepping
I smell the moist night with my damp nose
And see the shadows clearly
But suddenly -
Is someone out there lurking?
Noone can escape my patient stare
You close in, time to scamper out
Made it to the side yard scurrying on the fence
I've got the nimbleness of a gymnast on the balance beam I’m best
I hop onto the roof and in a flash I'm back in my room
Back at the house I find a spot to sit
That’s soft and warm with mommy scents
And tuck my fur in it
My head tilts a bit and my thoughts start to drift
My tail saunters back and forth and my eyes: two little slits
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11. |
Build Them Up
03:29
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Our queen stomped by an anvil, left stunned and blind
Limped back to our broken hill
Cleared off the window sill
But just as we sank down and our hopes were low
We found our cousins on a woodland bough
They cleaned us up until our legs were trim
And their royalty was glad to take us in
We gained their trust by scavenging for food
Healthy now but revenge did stir and stew
I presented our case to our new humble queen
Who passionately agreed with everything
So, back to war we proudly go
To reclaim the home we rightly own
Back to war we proudly go
Back to war we proudly go
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12. |
Cleaning The House
02:33
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It’s time to clean this place up
It’s early in the morning and its sprinkling
The bedrooms are dusty and I’ve been fussy
And the day’s overflowing with time
Vacuuming and wiping the windows clean
Until I can see my face in the mirror and have a reflection
Grabbing a sponge
Scrubbing dirt until the counter is white
I don’t really mind
Losing track of time and drifting somewhere away
Washing off the dirt of life (scrub scrub scrub wash it all away)
Throwing out what you don’t need anymore (scrub scrub wash it away again)
Washing off the dirt of life (scrub scrub scrub wash it all away)
Throwing out what you don’t need anymore (scrub scrub wash it away again)
Showering off
Flick the final film of dirt from my skin
I feel so free from the
Clutter built up on my nightstand
I couldn’t breathe
It’s a relief
Leaving it behind and starting again
Oh, my hands are empty
Oh I’m dreaming plenty
There’s a thousand kind of words left open for trial
If you listen
A thousand fresh words left open for trial there for you
If you listen
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Chris Laguna San Diego, California
I'm a songwriter who really likes recording music. Everything is home-recorded. Happy listening!
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