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haunted in our dreams
03:23
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I’m a haunted house
Full of empty rooms
Cross the threshold
And forever loom
You’re a hungry ghost
Make yourself at home
Lurk the hallways
In pale monochrome
Ch:
We can never be “we”
But apart
So haunted in our dreams
I’m a hungry ghost
Let me go inside
You’re a haunted house
Cold and starry eyed
Lost and lingering
In synchrony
In the same room at the same time
We can never be
A magnetic repulsion
of similar poles
Separates our yearning
For like-hearted souls
Particles entangled
In quantum rooms
You are a part of me
I am a part of you
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codex viscera
05:09
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Each introspective
Haruspex
Their inside outside
A visceral index
Ch:
All living labyrinths are entwining
Codex Viscera
We’re written into their scripture
Codex viscera
Divining, scrying
A breathing manuscript
Their inwards outwards
A sentient myth
The Palimpsest
Exoterica
The Bestiary
Entropica
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scatterbones
04:41
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A rolling skull goes down a lonesome road, searching for it’s scattered bones
Without a body or a memory, of whatever was a home
It heard an echo of a rumour, from unhelpful passing crows
Some scattered pieces of a skeleton, though It might not know it’s own
Haunted by the where-it’s-been, the what-it’s-seen,
the what-it’s-gonna-see
Haunted by the what-it’s-done, the setting sun,
the phantom pains of what-can’t-be-undone
Scatterbones
The Lonesome road is home
So it roams
It’s seen Aurora Borealis, will o’ wisp, and fireflies
It’s seen the borders, nations, armies, when the earth was set on fire
It’s seen the lightning balls, the waterfalls, a heart that’s been condemned
It’s seen the ghost world and the wreckage of a road that never ends
It saw a sign that read that scattered bones will just never be found
It saw an earth and sky that spins forever all along the ground
It heard the wind blow through a scarecrow and it was a lonesome sound
It heard a prophecy that haunted skulls will always roll around
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the canticles of entropy
03:04
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Fading pale of crepuscule
Makes waning shades of night unspool
Illuminates the miniscule
In a random dance
of shifting molecules
Luminous tears of dawn
Reflecting back a hearty yawn
Across a spider web
That trembles in the breeze
The flow and ebb
ch:
The Evolution Garden
Hallowed may the cosmos be
Ecstatic in agnosis
Sing the Canticles of Entropy
Many tree rings ago
A wind whipped through the powerlines
It made a haunting sound
It made a harp out of the
Singing sky
The spinning planets
They conduct acoustic resonance
The ghosts of neurons
Always quivering with the strange music
Of chance
Air through an ancient skull
Vibrations in the atmosphere
Tremulous equilibrium
And the the disharmony
Of the spheres
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Time spirals the wayward cloud
Relative, irrelevant, and musing aloud
Following the wind, the weather, the now
As a distant tree is shaking its bough
Irregular patterns shadow my face
Passing under the ambient base
Broken away from temporal space
It’s jagged, shredded and fractious embrace
I’ll remain stream or become crystalline
Wandering water can go where it means
Break apart mountains or fade into the sea
Drift as the mist over infinity
I must go my own way
Obeying the chemicals in my brain
I’ll break away and back into the fray
Cycles repeating and constantly change
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The gutter is cursed by every passerby
The masks they wear are sour empty smiles
Where fools and hypocrites live out their lives
Counting things to buy and marking time
Amidst the lottery tickets and cigarette butts
The windswept news and empty coffee cups
There’s little fortune and far less of luck
Each glance averted twisting in the guts
It’s cold and empty out here in the trash
There’s warmth and plenty behind steel and glass
The pulse is gone and to the wind we’re cast
To a dead zone so merciless and vast
The wind is strongest by the tallest towers
It emanates from concentrated power
The night is cruelest in its’ darkest hour
As silence wails and my reflection glower
Between the elements and the police
There’s just no sanctuary, rest, or peace
A night so long forever fails to cease
When you have so little of the least
The dark brings out the worst parts of your mind
To search for reasons to try and survive
Your last shred of humanity try and find
A reason why you had to stay out side
There’s no way in and nowhere to hide
So follow the wind and stay outside
The eyes of strangers and cameras are fixed on me
I’ve often tried invisibility
It only works when I need to be seen
The shadows still cling ever fast to me
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follow a faraway feeling
03:05
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Vultures dry their wings on the chimney tops
When the rain has stopped
Negative ions drift in the heavy air
charged with yearning prayer
Ch:
Where do you go when you’re staring at the wall
Where the weeds grow tall
Where do you go when you’re staring at the wall
I go not here at all
That a mist will carry you out a yawning door
And up off the floor
A faraway feeling to follow whither all
Where the weeds grow tall
Br.
I’ll stretch my arms out to the sky
The wind will kiss my fingertips
Shadows cast me from the ground
I’ll sail away, aloft, adrift
Just standing in the squall
Where the lost things go to find a place to be
Lost and obsolete
And the world can just remove you from their screens
And hit delete
I was born faraway and it’s where I’l always be
For eternity
I carry it everywhere I go with me
Where I’ll always be
I’ll stretch my arms out to the sky
The wind will kiss my fingertips
Shadows cast me from the ground
I’ll sail away, aloft, adrift
Just standing in the squall
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Ambient sorrow hanging heavy
On a sacred universe
Supermassive gravities collide
According to an ancient curse
Spiraled around each other
Eon after Eon so we’re told
They smashed together and united
Into the blackest hole
Heave away your heavy heart
It’s like an anchor, heave away your heavy heart
Ripples and collapses
Cause incalculable gravity in my breast
My heart is beating fast and gathering mass
A millstone in my chest
It’s like an anchor sinking downward
Til’ you’re prostrate on the ground
Now we are leaden, full of horsehair
Dragging our faces around
There was a beast now long deceased
With the pale eyes of tomorrow
It liked to gorge itself and feast
On our ever present sorrow
It was just hungry, wasn’t ruthless
Wasn’t Bitter, cruel or kind
It would never sleep, just feed and weep
And leave an emptiness behind
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thrumquivers Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Songwriter and experimental musician in Philadelphia, PA
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