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a fork in the road below the fork
in the sole sycamore tree
the hand tilting my hips fits the glove that was left in the leaves
the future tilts out alright
in a wave I have yet to see
and although her time was lost as light
hips of a rose will emerge as the ghost of the gone she was toast
so a toast to the gone
to the ghost who emerged
in the guise of a compass rose
in my mind just this one time
through the night
dont cry cause your
fingers split in five
any hand will keep them together
and our wooden teeth that
bite into our roots will shoot into
a younger forever
forgot the way of my home on return to the fork at the sycamore tree
a hand was severed and tethered
to webs hanging blood in the leaves
but oh her cut-out love rides
on a wave pain that I’ll never see
and although her eyes were
storms at the time
thoughts down the road made a stand she arose for the ghost in her mind wore freckles just like mine on the nose
I wonder should I go
left or right
well she didnt give up
at the drop of her diastole
whats left of her life
is a white glove thrown
to the other side
whats left of my life I feel I stole
try but Ill never make up all I owe you
as the guide
to the other side
cause I left you indebted
forever hear laughter
never get to tell you
you were right
dont cry cause your
fingers split in five
any hand will keep them together
and our wooden teeth that
bite into our roots will shoot into
a younger forever
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Bonzai Abandoned
04:30
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arboreal you can be
just give me your nervous system
arboreal we can be
cutting through the nervous tension
arboreal you can be
just give me your nervous system
arboreal we can be
cutting through the nervous tensions between
I keep it to myself for you
might be a bit nervous knowing
somebody out there wanted to
touch your hair as much as I really do
yesterday was read verbatim
pages from the DSM-V I admit I regret
my sentience sometimes
somedays so full of feeling
I can make a living selling my saliva
to the sociopaths as a vaccine
somedays affects found misplaced
look inside all that empty space
am I a shell of me?
you told me
life on the outside
leaves a mark on the inside
says its time to ring in the new year
of hollow fears
I took a page out of your
bonzai abandoned
better off stopping the wanting for
feeling nothing or something
arboreal you can be
just give me your nervous system
arboreal we can be
cutting through the nervous tension
arboreal you can be
just give me your nervous system
arboreal we can be
cutting through the nervous tensions between
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Tree Spirits
04:04
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excavate my face to find
iron wills on root will die
when mining veins start caving in
its too dark to see
to where do I begin?
course too fine to polish shine
and papers only scraping by
and now my wooden nickels spent
on pockets of sawdust
but wheres the face on it?
what I needs a tree to climb
to sing outside myself a while
a song to tow out on a limb
when under the path I walks
a spirit wearing thin
so fight the means to ends in sight
and tries to make a mirror make light
of this mangled situation
cause silence says the most to you friend
cause silence says the most to you friend
cause silence says the most to you friend
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Ether
05:05
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I know you through my nightmares
I caught em through thin air
you always skip the ether
in favor of the chair
those braces make you smile
then you put down your hair
the timber line is more alive than garden dreams
so I take only what I need of
ether breeze
I’ve never loved a thing that doesn’t frighten me
I’ve never loved a comfort
I could call my own
easy
no poison in your nightmares
nightshade’s the iris night terrors
we were just sitting there
caught glazes in your stare
the timber line is more alive than garden dreams
so I take only what I need of
ether breeze
I’ve never loved a comfort
I could call my own easy
I’ve never loved a thing that doesn’t frighten me
the timber line is more alive than garden dreams
so I take only what I need of
ether breeze
I’ve never loved a thing that doesn’t frighten me
I’ve never loved a comfort
I could call my own
easy
(uproot your toes to the farthest they will go and you’ll tease out your soul
‘cause the concrete it dulls the sheet metal cold so it reflects no soul)
(uproot your toes to the farthest they will go and you’ll tease out your soul just give up your home)
it’s easy
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King Koop
04:01
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color guard of cold
leaves the autumn oak
green to fools gold mines
never letting go
always a ritual right
color guard of cold
rouge running rogue
up the cheekbones of mine
love now let it go
waiving the ritual rights
even the evergreens succumb to some disease sometimes
I know
but I can’t let go
so kill me deciduous if in the ritual midst take my pigments
and paint the autumn bold
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Mobilis Columbia, Missouri
Mobilis smash electric-acoustic paintings to beautiful bits in their basement particle accelerator.
What began as a
bedroom experiment converting 19th century sci-fi into indie-pop quickly expanded its sonic and thematic scope.
Mobilis kicked off 2015 with the release of their first EP, “Arboreal”, a proof that bands needn’t sacrifice musical diversity to produce immersive, cohesive records.
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