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Teacher
02:11
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Someday I'll be the Teacher
Someday I'll be the Teacher
And I'll stop
Making such a goddamn mess
Someday I'll be the Poet
I'll die in my throes
I'll be so stoic
So stoic
You'll think I've turned into a block of ice
But when spring comes I won't remember why
I'll write it all down
To make the pieces fit
A historian
Throwing a bitch fit
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Pleasantries
01:48
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Unpleasant pleasantries are making me sick
Hurried hellos and vague goodbyes fall from our lips
And I could gasp from all this wasted breath
Avert my eyes, I can't stand the sight of a tidy mess
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3. |
Beggar
03:25
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Don't you know there's a flow of things
A constant go of things
Whether you like it or not
Don't you know there's a flow to things
Rhythmic hearts beating
Whether you're running or stopped
No amount of tea will suffice
Went to bed early, tossed all night
Plead with the stars, a beggar with no sign
Nothing calms this aching mind
Don't you know there's a flow of things
A constant go of things
Whether you like it or not
Don't you know there's a flow to things
Rhythmic hearts beating
Whether you're running or stopped
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4. |
Running
02:57
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You pushed me down the hill
I wasn't ready
Braking with both my heels
For seven years running
Caught in a landslide
Ignored the feelings
Until it swallowed me whole
For seven years
Running
I don't wanna run anymore
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5. |
Quiet Complexities
02:54
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Quiet complexities
The words don't always reach
Concepts work fine
But aren't quite
No, not exactly the things
A rope around my neck
My thoughts on a leash
You pull ten paces ahead
Could you please wait for me?
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6. |
The Language Is There
05:54
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Screaming knees
Bloodshot eyes
Formaldehyde
Anxious hands
Lights too bright
Restless mind
Red, raised cheeks
Silent stare
We don't dare speak
The language is there
Jaw's too tight
Though I could talk all night
And live vaguely aware
The language is there
Energetic release
Informative means
Warm the room
Or make the air stand still
Energetic release
Informative means
Warm the room
Or make the air stand still
It's all said and done
Before you ever take the stage
A life on the run, bruised like
A clumsy renegade
Red, raised cheeks
Silent stare
We don't dare speak
The language is there
Jaw's too tight
Don't want to talk all night
And live vaguely aware
The language is there
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7. |
A Storm
03:18
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I was in the space that remembered you
You were walking away, right towards the moon
The motions fell to shame, light dance in your eye
You were the storm coming regardless of the tide
Now you started, there you go
Putting fractures in this rigid place
You try again, again, and again
To leave it different this time
Is this what you wanted? I don't know
It never works out anyways
I'll try again, again, and again
To grow into what's mine
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8. |
Good Morning
02:25
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Rising in the morning
Another day in and out
Forlorn and automatic
Just shuffling about
What's it all for? My jaw
closing in on itself
How could you be so sure? I've
Forgotten how I felt
Rising in the morning
Another day in and out
Self scorned and going batshit
Don't know what that's about
Tell me, is there more? To the knots
Hiding inside my neck
There's simply no cure
For the settling of a safe bet
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9. |
Dust Bunnies
04:05
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Dust bunnies run across the floor
Why I'm here again, I'm not sure
Must be the season
Sniffling and sneezing
Accidental self treason
Tangled in sheets and plush
Share your mind with me, it's so lush
Pinks and blues extend for miles
Trick of the light, yours and mine
Yours and mine
There's so much of me
Like a daisy, I must be a weed
Overabundant
And when they die
They turn pink and I can't help but love it
Love it
Love it
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Jordan Eller Bremerton, Washington
Eclectic artist drawing from a variety of indie rock, folk, and orchestral music.
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