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Stereosonic Colorblast
03:48
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2. |
Heat de cade
03:43
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swing in ceremony of
rush gulping hydes
wetting the tongue
to taste it s desire
wetting the gut
to drench it in suds
coastal chest hairs
moonshine earrings
winds do splash their
sauna sides
relaying on your tongue
upon the ear
silver steel
foreheads weep
as it glistens
your reveal to
hide beyond the blues
a cove for just the two
with gust upon my chest and cheeks
and a breast that i can feel
lying down in teal
in its bubbly field
tsunamis on the rise
sunder wythes
heats decade demise
bubbling faces
bursting
swallowed dispatch
wont be
around you anymore
synchronized swim to the sky
burning up
diving
deep into the calverts vaux
stealin any nature i can
a sinking sub is submarooned
keeping its eye on the swoon dives
stutters that are in their high tide
submerging their shy kind
drawing lines
alonga lagoon
pen on a cool
body to blink thru
wetting the gut
its drenched in the suds
its splashing heavy
& flashing your gums
the poltergeist hair is
wet and sloppy
relaxed on the glowing
era of sunny
make shift vila sun
tree burning tongs
cracklin songs
cooking up banter
from their sizzling tongues
chasin
rabbits
hop
scotch oblivion
into centurial fun
taste of early warmth
times that go beyond
tsunamis on the rise
sunder wythes
heats decade demise
bubbling faces
bursting
swallowed dispatch
wont be
around you anymore
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3. |
Swim Alpine
01:33
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4. |
Warm Lagoon
05:39
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5. |
Night Walk
03:14
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6. |
Summer of Succ
02:20
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come on its the summer of succ
dip dye shorts & berries wet 2 plucc
parachute eyes in puddles stucc
swim an endless shine
of the summer of succ
wind keeps winking
on the does and bucks
my soul stays drenched
in the astro lust
come on its the summer of succ
midnight shorts & berries wet 2 plucc
parachute eyes in puddles stucc
swim an endless shine
of the summer of succ
wind keep its wink
on the does and bucks
my soul stays drenched
in the astro lust
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7. |
On a Bus
04:53
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to slip the stasis of atlas rows
beacon blimps the boarding calls
fly a million feet tall
flocks leave and dissolve
foray to new plateaus
ohh there they go
a wave and a shout
to the plane flying south
as its on its way out
to headquarter clouds
on azure routes
airport fair
landing on
oyster vision isles
waking dew smiles
lost trance hymns
wheres it at
misread signs
whats it say
downing scents
a lead vision vallet
far from home plate
gone away
strung from routine
bearings behind
circling around lost in it all
before you realize to where you are
tundras in jungles on mountainenous simmers
steel canyon cliffs a world of silver
slip the stasis of atlas rows
headlights peak the boarding calls
drive a million hours long
flocks leave and dissolve
foray to new plateaus
oh there they go
a wave and a shout
to the cars driving round
stares from the clouds
of space cadet towns
jet engine howls
a wave and a shout
to the plane flying south
as its on its way out
to headquarter clouds
on azure routes
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8. |
Mighty May
02:30
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no more of that
none left to have
whats i to do
to bring the new in
walks to steps
to streets ive yet
to injest
take the scents
they peak their breath
smells change the think
pallette
dont be kind
in losing my
stacked inside
my stagnant hyde
skin too true
cast in stone
a natural tomb
holes for me to
leak all through
but nothing does
an icepick to sand
in the spot im standing
shrink to my pupil
chest do shrivel
betrayin the mind to
believe its own blood
the guts dont lie
when they're burstin with frog
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9. |
Friens
02:46
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clear coast water birthing aqua
golden daughter colors
timbers hot flashing laughs
and jeers to the heavenly fathers
the sun drops ripping stars
smoking moon chants
tighter times
of hunting hums to
tread by tribal toes
tigers laughing
with their own
utter that only
with the bros
hivemind horns
in halls of glory
housin hold
for all the stories
brighton on the sweet
era of sundown meets
recall jokes stupid deep
hiking the deadend streets
singing for ivy beasts
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10. |
Blunderlands
03:35
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the fortunes in a mosquito bite
itchy blisters holding me up all night
thrashin in an endless mornin
at least its in a summer morning
yawning windows for the rest of the day
with a head sticking out with you on your way
down to the blunder isles and lands
old man neptunes delivarance
shooting darts from
a sea of lips
upon the boardwalks
there they stick
on blunderlaands
singing in their
sinkin tans & tones
the tans the timer
for tangent choirs
of undertow towers
of heists into foam
to handshake ice
catch swimmer syndrome
and i rust like a ride
rusted off smile
that you cannot hide
walking a tanline
that covers a town
grass growing nails that
nip at the stride
broken smells from lifted legs
laughing high tide
millions of years all caught in my shoes
cut the middle man and live in the dunes
sun ash coasts still heated from its home
sprinkled on down from my head to my toes
dirt deceiver and earth repeater
a fickle relaxer moved by the natural
caricature drawn by a 5 year old
playing hang man with your word
out at the edges
the winds do sigh
by the burnt out bulbs
if youre doing it right
wet paved stone for
the ones who stoned
while fat larry sings
up to the moon
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insect bands
click on
without a wink
tuckered bugs are
swarming up
their stink
forests falls
on heady lights
of yellow homes
jacuzzi roads
heat up the
passing glows
animals landing
arrivin up standing
midnight times
humming stereo
glides till helio
down blue runway
fervent drifting
coil bend ascending
path aways
station stopping
stretching eyelids
looming gaze
cliffside arrays
split by mazes
landscape bouquet
driving for days
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12. |
Swingers
02:07
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her old gown clicks to the side of her figure
the sigh needs oil and her hands are getting weaker
a clamped up keep up the words are like a theater
her cheeks are getting bigger
and the crowds a full seater
swing your last swing grown child swinger
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13. |
Maritime Mystery
03:27
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feet bolted down
rivets on a cloud
winds spit it out
at once cast me down
down down down
borrow and cast
your mirror one way
a fool takes mast
ships to struggle
in a cycle
an ever long wind
and a canyon of waves
blows the frogs
into his face
no pity from rain
you dont know
these atlantic skies
at least you can
try to hold your
head up right
maritime mystery
shepherd chest
chased endlessly
armada arms
in a boxing broth
they wave to rinse
the shoulders off
double down left to go
phaser lines grow
trails to close
of calling your own
detour dives
ghost bones ungrown
new habits are formed
best to before
still wet in its storm
holding scores
terminal hulls
paddles swing full
sea sines and horns
orchestra rows
till its shored
a fish wire man
fishin for gold
smiles at dawn
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