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You.
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2. |
iPhone Love
03:14
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Playing with that line of mental distance,
don't make me call you on the phone.
I knew something about my life would change,
but words are powerless (don't forget).
I think I love the idea of him.
An increasingly heavy hell.
Over wires I'm your conscious talking to you.
It's alive inside of us like an expectation.
We've known ourselves for a long time.
Listen, if I don't hear from you
it doesn't have to mean anything.
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3. |
Grave
02:06
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Solitude weeps in a meadow,
her green tears displaced.
Pale walking, weeping, falling,
now the grass has wings
to shelter her face
but no embrace is close enough
to stop the flood of me
running down her back.
That grave's a new house.
Compassion scratches bark,
pulling on forgotten skin.
The rings around her eyes
betray the age of trees.
She folds misfortune
into excavated ground,
every smile made of dirt.
Everything reborn.
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4. |
A Clock
03:30
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Sending pills in a letter,
you can't trust your instincts.
All these boundaries have fallen away.
I wonder why you're happy
to still be here.
You said: "Be careful.
Please be careful with me."
All I ask is you be honest.
Twice as much as all she was.
You learned what not to do with me.
You learned what not to do from me.
A clock with no hands
tells me it's my time.
Your home seems more comfortable than nowhere.
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5. |
Interlude (Estrange)
01:08
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If I could only reach you-
were my arms fashioned into swords
so I might cut into clocks' face
and rend time,
cleaving meaning out of an eternity,
eviscerating the permanence of space
not shared entirely with you;
that we would not define
ourselves by our humanity,
and I could say I see your blonde head
as a renewed field sprawling
upward at a limpid dome
made for no one's observation.
For what is outside us reflects us,
also, our shining metallic souls
running through the unmapped
science of our bodies,
and if we were to try to learn
about each other for once
instead of piecing together imperfect
legends based on half-heard lover's
compromise,
then we would maybe see
the grandeur of our immediacy,
the faults that bring us balance
and sharpness,
bracing cold without boundary.
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6. |
Valsalva [Remix]
02:42
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http://jalfredprufrock.bandcamp.com/track/valsalva
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7. |
Soul On Glass
02:23
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You are in my heart
like a passion play.
You are like a nail
in the dry-eyed day.
You disown my grief
with far less than hate.
I don't need your words
like I need your grace.
Put my soul on glass
and you had your taste.
Totally consumed
nothing went to waste.
You are in my heart
like a silent wound.
I feel it coursing now.
I hope it's never through.
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8. |
Juntos Como Antes
03:04
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I sensed this space between us as I fell asleep.
I thought the world was there, beneath your trash bag eyes.
Feeling good and feeling nothing for a change
reminds me why I don't believe there is an end.
Every night I dream it's true.
I will now take leave of you.
You followed me into a room made out of straw
and tried to whisper 'til the walls felt moved to cry.
Above the hands that held you down was only air;
the only passion that could recreate the past.
They never let the sky get dark and everything's on fire.
We don't really want our fantasies to come true.
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9. |
I Feel You
02:20
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You think you know someone; it's a bad act.
The mask becomes like skin, that's how we deal with
temptations of this world but is that all it takes?
The faces stare back out anywhere you gaze.
I feel you.
You think you love someone, even when they're wrong.
The grotesque, the ideal, they are quite the same
in light of all we've conquered or that's been through us.
I feel more whole now than when I was myself.
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10. |
Interlude (Pastoral)
01:07
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Autumn empty leaves brush a burnt canvas.
Sky-blue grass lines the red holes still below.
Hills farm themselves into ritual curves.
The wind's transgressions try not to reach me.
And I see you walking...I see us walk,
choosing not to keep pace but to be caught
in the fabrics of memory dislodged;
misremembered beliefs guide our futures
and tie them to an innocent grenade.
Feeding me from a tree of knowledge cut,
the sour fruits my oxygen, coursing.
We don't visit each other in our dreams
'cause we can't go too far to come back.
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11. |
Someone (Else)
04:18
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We walk through hell together,
never taking time
to see this is our forever
in a circle's line.
I don't want a second chance, I just want to be someone.
I don't want a second chance, I just want to be someone else.
We teach our souls the comfort
of another's warmth,
leading our hearts to wonder
what this fire's for.
Someone else's words I say.
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J Alfred Prufrock Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
contact: cruelestapril@gmail.com
***I have no formal relation to Thomas Stearns***
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