1. |
Blooming
04:24
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There once was a dazzling flower,
That dismally got devoured,
By a nightly prowler
Who's known as a daylight coward.
Nevertheless it went dark,
With a fractured heart
And a mind that is numb,
The flower had
a will to erupt.
Constantly shapeshifting,
Not exactly knowing,
Although always thinking,
It developed herself
a new beginning.
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2. |
Home Alone
05:04
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In the shadow
of our curiosity,
shines the light
from the beginning,
always reminding us
what appears to be appealing.
Chances are made
by the cards that you're dealing
leaving you with a dreamy feeling
of an in control being.
Innocent may it sound,
try not to fool yourself
with it
It will most likely leave a wound
or convince you to
dig it
Dances do fade
with steps that you're taking
nobody will tell you that it is faking
as long as the ground is considered shaky.
On the meadow
of our serenity,
all is bright,
onwards we are leading,
never forgetting that
what always has been screaming.
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3. |
Counting Days
04:42
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What are "questions"?
I guess I've just answered myself.
Well, did it got me anywhere?
It did got me to think about it.
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4. |
The Pursuit Of Dustiness
03:38
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Hazardous
a long night sleep
never waking up
never leaving
these sugary dreams
that provide me with this feeling
of not being
still breathing
Convenience
at the bottom lying deep
always pulling up
always leaping
these rusty bones
that guard me from doing
everything that’s howling
still nothing
Wicked
as satisfaction makes it cheap
sometimes brightening up
sometimes dimming
these high hopes
that success is bringing
keeping me clinging
still winning.
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5. |
Away From Here
07:40
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Somewhere out there, you are
And here I am, without my arms
Already thirsty, for as it is far
Hoping not to find a hug.
Time is harrowing and outlandish,
as are memories of it.
Back then mornings weren't harmful
as for now they come awaken.
Either if it's raining or rainbowing
I keep the curtains wide shut
Lying deliberately, in my own dust.
Somewhere out there, you must be
though I know nothing is as it seems
for all that is left, I'll try to believe
As they fall, they are labeled
Leaves.
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Hatter Matter Belgrade, Serbia
Ukulele percussion style player who's boldly playing among genres without any sense for boundaries.
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