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The Body Is A Plane
03:30
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Place a little more
Onto my shoulders
A drop of water, break the camel's straw
Knick me once again
So softly celebrate
One more sunrise one more sunset
Subtle changes
Go unnoticed
Every day I chip a bit
But less of me is more
Each new twinge feels right at home
As I forget 'before'
The grand canyon formed
Carved for centuries
Water cut through solid stone
Natural beauty
Found in such decline.
Every day I chip a bit
But less of me is more
Each new twinge feels right at home
As I forget 'before'
I accept my fate
As the others did
And as everybody will
The body is a plane
Intersected by
The pains aches and scars that we build
Into a skyscraper
A hundred stories high
A crushing weight a serene view
The body is a plane
Weathered by the wind
Till the day it's pulled from the sky, finally.
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Is she
Someone I love, can I
Create
Novel emotions, am I destined to
Rip off all
Of my favorite bands’
Words on themes
I’ve only lived vicariously
Peter
Your air is youthful, begets change
Roma
Your history forces me back
To come to terms
She doesn’t love me, I don’t love her
Stability
Exhale a breath of soft relief
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As You Are
07:00
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Why do you say the things you
Always go and say?
Do the gears in your mind properly
Operate?
Why did you wear plain grey shirts
Each day in 7th grade?
What did you want to hide from? What did you anticipate?
“Sorry that slipped out”
You should take that back
But lightning struck and the roar
Of thunder surrounds you
Who prescribed those lenses
That cause such ache and strain?
Distort self-vision, make it grainy
Pixelate
What rivers feed the roaring waves that
Crash down on your plains?
Recede to razor shells and driftwood
Sliced through foot in vain
Where did it come from?
That ever present ring?
Tinnitus built from years
Of feeling so different
When I flew home this winter
I stared down the family tree
Held the branches in my hand
And fingered the brown leaves
Asked the alcoholic, the immigrant, what would you think if you saw me now?
Hand-me-down generational anxieties, Ghosts of those passed
Passed on by people who know what it means to overcome their pasts
Who’ve given all of themselves to ensure their child grows up well
Went through the darkest days I’ve seen so far, unsure if there’s more to come
Sunless days and silent nights measured in accumulated dread
Of what was to come next
Every interaction icier than Klyuchevaya sidewalks
Slipping on each and every word, break a bone if I dared leave my house
Felt like a shard of glass from the clear window I was or maybe wasn’t before
But i went back 4,000 miles to confront myself
And the image of a person incapable of loving the things
Surrounding them that brought them joy not so long ago
Cause they’re not normal, they’re abnormal,
I couldn’t find a wonder cure to lack of self-confidence
And the tunnel vision feeling that every movement is significant
And idea that others see crooked lines and a jagged person just cause that’s what i see
But I think I understand the problem better now cause it’s
A note in my telephone no one is noticing
Because my abnormal to them is what their torn jeans are to me
Know I’m normal tell myself
No, I’m normal
As I am
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Выхода Нет (Сплин)
04:18
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Сколько лет прошло, всё о том же гудят провода
Всё того же ждут самолёты
Девочка с глазами из самого синего льда
Тает под огнём пулемета
Должен же растаять хоть кто-то
Скоро рассвет
Выхода нет
Ключ поверни - и полетели
Нужно вписать
В чью-то тетрадь
Кровью, как в метрополитене:
Выхода нет
Выхода нет
Где-то мы расстались - не помню в каких городах
Словно это было в похмелье
Через мои песни идут и идут поезда
Исчезая в тёмном тоннеле
Лишь бы мы проснулись в одной постели
Скоро рассвет
Выхода нет
Ключ поверни - и полетели
Нужно вписать
В чью-то тетрадь
Кровью, как в метрополитене:
Выхода нет
Выхода нет
Сколько лет пройдёт, всё о том же гудеть проводам
Всё того же ждать самолётам
Девочка с глазами из самого синего льда
Тает под огнём пулемёта
Лишь бы мы проснулись с тобой в одной постели
Скоро рассвет
Выхода нет
Ключ поверни - и полетели
Нужно вписать
В чью-то тетрадь
Кровью, как в метрополитене:
Выхода нет
Выхода нет
Выхода нет
Выхода нет
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Jack Luminous Acton, Massachusetts
Jack Luminous is the solo full-band project of Dan Szetela from Acton,
Massachusetts.
Listening to Jack Luminous' discography from start to current finish, you can hear the process of a kid growing up and figuring out how to make music.
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