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Many Moons
04:11
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Oh! I’m eating a fish! What a surprise
One’s been on my plate day after day
I suppose that’s not enough cause for complaint
There’s an angry green-grey whittling our island away
Trying to swallow us, day after day
Never forgiving and never the same
By day, I scan the sea for the safe return
Of all our fisherfolk
By dusk, my fingers burn
In the racing green of the oscilloscope
And almost every night
There’s a signal that I’ve seen that means
I don’t quite give up hope
I’m sorry I had to get so far away
To talk about how I feel
I always dreamed of escape
I never thought I needed people much
But now I miss your touch
And, yes, this life’s a novelty
But day to day’s monotony without you walking next to me
One day I slipped my foot
Into the oily water, and I can’t describe the feeling
As I walked along the shore
Collecting creatures we might eat, as I do every evening
And one night I’ll look up
I’ll see the moon, and I’ll forget that’s not the moon you’re seeing
That’s not the same moon that you are seeing
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I made a piece of software
You can download it to your phone
It lets you access wells of deep despair
When you’re on the go
A piece of the abyss that I’ve put within your reach
I’m not locked in here with you, you’re locked in here with me
I raised monuments in every town
To the worst people I could find
So humanity’s greatest gargoyles
Could be upmost in your mind
I wish you could look through my eyes
I wish you could see what I see
I’m not locked in here with you, you’re locked in here with me
I made a million stories about fake robotic oppression
I penned a million sagas about heroic government inspectors
So you can go about your day to day
Content in what you do
You’re not locked in here with me, I’m locked in here with you
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The Night Of The Comet
03:21
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I made Jenny cry
I really don’t know how
I think it was the way I played my seven string guitar so sweetly
“No it isn’t that”, she said, “why don’t you believe me?”
She took me by the hand, and then she asked if I remembered
I have such a good friend
Who tells me all the ugly things I’ve said
Admittedly, they’re in my head, but I think that they’re right this time
“No, it isn’t that”, she said, “why won’t you believe me?”
She looked me in the eye and then she asked me to remember
The Night of the Comet
She said I was there
As people started rising in the air
“Do you remember the girl you found?
Her whole body chalked around
It went so deep into the ground
Through the cliff below
You didn’t want to be the one to hold her down
But if you hadn’t, who knows how
How high she would have flown
It’s not the world that made me cry
It wasn’t something in my eye
And it’s not the way you play your seven string guitar so sweetly
Why won’t you believe me
You were there to see me
As my tiptoes rose above the ground
And your arm shot out to reach me”
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You come from the places
You only ever talk about to say
How much you hate
That metal you transmuted
In a place of lonely vertical planes
Along the way
To the plains of horizontal lines
Laid low by long complaint
And unwavering sentinels of dreaming
Unbent by this weight
It’s so hard to love somebody
who doesn’t love themselves
as hard as you do
And even knowing that
I’m still not good enough
Not to see you
The way that you do
But I fell into you
The way a fleeing fugitive
Racing across a moonlit field
falls into a drainage ditch
I wish you wouldn’t
Put that weight on it
Folded like the the front of your car
Crumpled where it hit
You come from the places
You only ever talk about to say
How much you hate
And unwavering sentinels of dreaming
Are unbent by this weight
Unwavering sentinels of dreaming
Standing guard over every mistake
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