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Seasonal Thoughts
01:45
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Break time is calling, rest your shoes on the table legs.
Your family is wanting you to move on from your sinking bed,
To understand the thoughts your dreams bend.
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Cake Blossom
03:26
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The sweetest gifts are the cheapest ones.
I’ll paint you a picture of the both of us having fun.
You’ll believe anything I dream.
Wait with me for the next train to be here.
I say fuck them all with their tattoos and expensive shoes.
They don’t think for themselves, they’re weak in their minds; there’s them and there’s you.
You could have it all while they find different ways to be lost.
I’m the rendezvous point until we both decide to die.
Patient since we were born to meet in this life, slingshot back here.
Now would be so god damn nice for us to go out on that walk.
Circles. I don’t ever plan to stop. I don’t want to stop.
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3. |
Big Frame, Small Spirit
04:41
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You keep me on my toes, I know you’re not alone, but I’m waiting out here.
When do yo want to come outside?
I will feed your soul, there are strings I’ll pull, keep straight and be clear,
I don’t want to see you hide.
You’re ballooning my head, I’ll sit beside you instead.
I hope I distract you, I want to be something else.
But I don’t like to sing, it sounds like complaining.
But maybe you’ll hear me; I’m not doing this for myself.
Gonna (So I) write a long list of mantras and sneak it in your doorway.
The past is the same, it’ll haunt us. I just want to keep you awake.
I will remember short stories from September.
I will remember short stories from September.
I will remember short stories from September.
Short stories from.
Big frame, small spirit.
Big frame, you’re a small spirit.
Big frame, I’m a small spirit.
It’s a big frame, but we’re too small of spirits.
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4. |
The Odyssey That Is You
03:06
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Encounter bliss, live up to life, drink all your milk.
Simon says ‘Hi,’ he wants us to do whatever we like.
It’s only a matter of when we hear my honest plea.
I was focused but Belle didn't notice the opus was hers to sing.
But she doesn't need all my noise.
No she don’t. Something is missing.
So what does Simon say?
He wants you to share the light.
Only if you’d like.
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5. |
Lydia
05:19
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So who’s going to destroy the future while we stand?
For God’s sake, who’s the man in charge?
Who’s the man killing us for bread.
I want him out of our heads so we could fly away.
But not today? Not today.
Well I want out now. I can’t figure this out.
I’ll leave it alone, yes I’ll it alone,
Behind the beat.
Off into my own, a lonely ghost drags me back home.
Says we’re ‘easy to kill and easier to hold.’
Something we all should know.
Find a home, find it while you can.
No one’s important once everything’s spoken.
For all I know, I’m just detail. She told me so.
Lydia.
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6. |
Bad of Wind
01:05
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I went to church but not the war,
Nothing hurts but I was born
Pouring salt on my head
For your turquoise breath.
Picking light off your cheeks
Come and sit next to me
If you must if you will
I pray do tell,
Where’d you get all that blue,
From Heavens canoe?
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7. |
Beans and Snow
03:23
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Away from home, keeping busy, trying not to call asking they miss me.
I’m making plans to start feeling wealthy. Having friends is the key to keeping healthy.
It’s all she does, is replace parts of me; I’m still hungry from our conversation last week.
It’s in my notebook, i’m getting jealous of it’s description.
The living room became the haven when I lost my voice in the basement.
Can I live through whatever friends I have? They’re always having more fun than I am.
I’m in the yard with my dog, Mr. Bean in the snow what an adventure.
I’ll take his picture if that’s what we’re doing nowadays.
Nothing can frighten us, this ugly weather? It’s only minus.
Away from home, please don’t give up on me. If you’re my friend I promise I’ll be writing.
For basement times, blue melting lights. Kicks me of into something I’ll be missing soon.
Being in the yard with my dog, Royal Bean chasing sunbeams and oaks too.
This righteous nature notices my eyes, holy moly.
I must be frightened but I’m still doing what makes this life enough.
It’s only minus, beans and snow. You’re mine and we’re us, beans and snow.
It’s only minus, beans and snow. You’re mine and we’re us.
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8. |
Berry Hues
01:53
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Floral shoes left in the rain.
Berry hues covers the pane.
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9. |
Stranger Faces
06:22
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You can break my bones better than I can kick stones.
I’m sorry, I can’t do much else.
But it’s not my fault why everything is so wrong,
I’m still around when you need my help.
My thoughts are for free, so don’t poke holes in my dreams.
Oh no no no no.
My thoughts are for free, so don’t poke holes in my dreams.
I can stay in bed if I want to I’ll die poor.
You can win the race I want to see the world.
There are shadows for sale sent in the mail I wanna buy a silhouette I’ll call it a song I don’t care where it comes from. I think I have some money left but who knows what I would need it for, I’ll never win that race. But I wanna try to see the world.
I took a break from missing home but no one said I’d be gone for this long. With an empty throat and a poem to scream, ‘these word must rhyme!’ oh this child he climbs in me.
From a park where I made some friends well its been some time I must pretend with the stranger faces i’ve met. I call them friends, I’ll call them what I want to. Whatever makes sense is never a possibility.
My sisters made some lemonade they put too much coffee I’m afraid, I still had a cup or three.
We cracked an egg one summer day on the sidewalk where our chalk would lay rubbing off on our jeans.
(Garden Noise)
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Human Yo-Yo Los Angeles, California
Human Yo-Yo writes experimental folk songs that float on humble electronics, scattered drums, and anxious melodies. With this established sound, Yo-Yo fills in the gaps with lyrics exploring personal experiences and a love of words.
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