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Lightly
03:37
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carry me down, empty A
with the yawn of a bus, the howl of a train
passing
out the window
a system of lights in perpetual motion
fading
somewhere within i am light
i am stillness and warmth
somewhere within i am light
vast is the night surrounding us now
barreling down the tunnels with our hands
trembling
ours is a cold dusty abode
filled with the cluttered remnants of old
times
somewhere within i am light
i am stillness and warmth
somewhere within i am light
i sleep on a bed full of sand
and it shifts with an hourglass sound
and the motion sickness will abate
i can still feel the rocking of waves as i wait
for sleep to come carry me away
from this trinket box hell we have made
somewhere within i am light
i am stillness and warmth
somewhere within i am light
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2. |
Can
04:27
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the christmas lights are blurring in the rain
so warm today, but so dark at noon
we carried my belongings in the dampness
you took me home and carved out a space
our neighborhood is quiet in the evening
a contrast to the screaming headlines
in spite of our distress we will continue
establishing our finite fly lives
cinched between our interlocking fingers is a plan
hold it with a steady grasp, hold on as long as you
can
the cynic tells me walls are just illusions
and nothing can protect our small lives
the cynic says the end is fast approaching
but these four walls feel so warm and safe
cinched between our interlocking fingers is a plan
hold it with a steady grasp, hold on as long as you
can
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3. |
Bicycle Song
02:59
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imagine the blocks are pages
we read as we go
in my perfect world, the streetlights
glow green for me
i ride helmetless upon the breeze
through the novel of the city streets
reckless, lively and alone
a car on my left approaching
fills me with dread
the rush of its wheels behind me
speaks of the deep
i ride helmetless upon the breeze
through the novel of the city streets
reckless, lively and alone
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4. |
Kvetch, Rinse, Repeat
03:37
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If I'm out of sorts, scattered--
Look to the shifting skies
And my washing machine cycle life.
Shadow over my shoulder, what's up?
No matter bright or dark, you're with me in my hamster wheel.
How I tire of pointlessly spinning in place...
Morning strikes monochromatic
Wilted, wasted, grey
Day is never strong enough to burn the night away
pretty cozy in bed with the void
pretty cozy in bed with the void
I knelt on a bed of yellow leaves
Felt the rumbling subway neath me
How exhausting, kvetch rinse repeat
Coffee’s never enough
Morning strikes monochromatic
Wilted, wasted, grey
Day is never strong enough to burn the night away
pretty cozy in bed with the void
pretty cozy in bed with the void
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5. |
Short of Breath
03:34
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Perched on
the precipice
of the prospect of rent
Flush with
vertigo
of looking ahead
I can’t breathe
my heart pounds with caffeine
And this cannot last, this
this hesitance
this waiting to plunge
My fear is a
bottomless
chasm in me
It’s obscene
Sublime and obscene
It’s a bitter drink
of disillusionment
that experience brings
So pour me a hit
I welcome it
warm and serene
I will see
as I never have seen
For once in my life I have nothing to say
Hatching a tentative plan to escape
Blessed and breathless, I want this to last
Wake me up slowly
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Nessa is the project of Nessa Grasing. Dreamy melodies and angular chords to weep along to.
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