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I'm Not
07:56
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I'm not
In your plans
tonight
But that don't mean
You don't hold
My heart
In a vice
When you look at me
Mmm
Crank
On the green
Count on albatross
Crystallise everything
In the washout
Break the glass
Sanitise our own gland
Of the fisherman
On a separate stage
Symptom of you on top me
Close the bar out
Break the capsule
Mmm
You reach up and kiss on
The stolen bike
Craft it he smashed it
You tricked me
Annihilate
Macerate
Contaminate
Mmm
Septic
Calcified
Pistons
to beat in your front door
In the washout
Break the glass
Sanitise our own gland
Of the troubadour
On a seprit stage
Victim of books thrown at me
Confess the doctor
Stain the sheets
Mmm
You reach up and kiss on
The stolen bike
Crest the stairs
Highest floor
waiting there
All-ways
Always deleted
All-ways
I'm not
Sharing till you're all
Old
Again
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2. |
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I was
Just waiting patient
Beside the tower
Where we could count our fingers
I was
The lazy thrown stone
The ice skates' crackle
On tissue slipping from bone
I was
That solo swimmer
And you could call me
Minutes, and I would be there
I was
The evenings' glimmer
A brimming glassful
Blessed tasting flesh for your gown
I throw my
Blown out
Jawbone
My crows' sky
Shakes
Call me
Another hour
And then I'll be there
In bed for hours, my friend
I was
Just walking to you
I never guessed that
My clothes were soiled with rain
Call me
In a few minutes
Under the tower
The shallow sunlight, your face
I was
Another liar
Pushing flowers
Up out of your head again
I throw my
Blown out
Jawbone
My crow's sky
Shakes
I knew
She never meant to
Besides our friendship
But then the touch of your hand...
I was
I shouldn't be here
Betraying kindness
All for the garden we'd planned...
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3. |
Polyethylene Drift
14:04
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I question not
In your vein
It's rolling smoothly
And as in a question of defence
An evening of fun in the Metropolis of your dreams
Your feelings all in a line
Choose words right every time
And eyes symbol as you: breaking fog
Stare through you
Past dumb, a potentially damaging interlude.
With a violence.
And a bliss.
I salute // Like a solitary
Soulless kiss
Left me resolute // Typical of your natal bliss
It's not where or when, loathe to admit.
Simplify it
Oh Loralei, what a fabulous design.
Polyethylene drift, bizarrely focused.
Amid // Stained in low
New found conscious wit, you thought you focused it
Hope it came too soon, before it was in the room
No realise, no separate thighs to bleed I walked
And I treasured // Trace the vein
In new blue weeks, we cherish our steam
Assess where resuscitation begins
Who will off on will? // Unfold the leg walk on the ground
No shadow to command ourselves,
Inside this room // How pleasure regress
Separate entirely // On new boundaries
Service it, tape strip // Candle well was all you got
Low clip all the weapon drip // Candle well was all you got
Retrace the cables
Re-step the bound // As you stand still I trace you
Reenact it // Invalidate every aspect that made you
With no one around
And as it rips // Thread through
A chord persists
Separate entirely in this room // I'll never see you again
I wen't and spent it on my way back into that local bliss
As you wish, shook your hand and wait for it
Try to be a professional, of disrepute
You spend your nights, dreaming of a fellow light
Descending with those, your friends all kiss in a line
How depressing to find // No traffic in
When you loathe in // I spend it looking thin
Leaning in an advert in traversal
Allow my wealth to discern it // You questioned everything
Energy flows through my current
I never knew you were capable of such unimaginable words,
that stretch alone through infinite and onwards.
I'll rip it up, I'll ingest
Slot by slot // Such unimaginable
Words // Draught by draught
And each individual test could re-mask and at last:
Those keys all perfectly in a line
Those streetlights beaming down
Like so close to an amber preservation of intent
Desperate on horseback // An evening of fun
The promenade was black // In the Metropolis
Soot raining down // Of your dreams
You often said,
That in order to return to your primordial bed:
You may need.
I never could've guessed you were capable of,
She was caving in // Such imaginative cruelty
So delicate // I never thought you were capable of
Resting side by side // Such unimaginable cruelty
The test of water // I never knew you were capable of
Balls of paper gliding through the air // Such imaginative poetry
Drenched delicately // I thought it was all self pitying lust
Between that which won't be welcome back // I questioned our trust
After what I heard // Those new in accessories
And watching you felt absurd // That call me retribute
Saccharine cynicisms,
cycling through every word // I wasn't trustworthy enough
And what you said to her // As we path between the bluffs
Should not have been heard // Wind cutting through,
That limestone tough
I fold it out
An avalanche of sand cresting down,
You rip it up,
The position where you would like to be found.
I fold it out // Oh Loralei,
I once told you // You rip it up again
That I loved you in my own way // I crush it between fingertips
How could I put my faith in you // And loose lips, swallowed whole
Questions though // As I poisoned my own
Unsubstantiated claims // Self interest too
Loose occupying game // Among them between them trees
Bombshells decimate // Temperate rainforest, humid
Twenty five degrees // In spirit only
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4. |
Herdsman at Hunters View
06:24
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Loba
Loba
There are many
Dry rivers running there
If you need a
Need
Need
Need
Take me home
Loba
In my car
Under
'neath the ground
Drive me Home to shoot back at them
There even though:
Where they take my friends
It's a sinless
Thing on earth
I can resignate on my turf
And if you need us
If you got plans for tradition
To break me there
Break home
Loba
Break me Home in
There are many dry rivers running
There
If you need us
I'm not going back till I remember:
It more than it was
Trust the needles
Drinking morning doves
I'm not over It
In the dust
Break me Loba:
Run do you and then
Run me home
Fields like broken glass
I sit down to pass
If you need Loba
If you need
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Sean B Goldring England, UK
Born and raised in San Francisco California, releasing music under his own name and as Local Bliss.
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