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Little Mischievous
03:44
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What is this sound?
It's comforting, so does cling to the wall.
What is this sound?
It hurts my skin, it makes me frown.
I need to lean down,
I can't move too fast.
I'm spinning flat.
Non stop giggle, tears on shed.
Woo hoo! Stop!
My jaws are tight can't get up,
My hair was attempted to eat me.
I feel funny, get me out of this frequency.
Don't get me wrong,
I can be a little mischievous,
You know.
I need to lean down,
I can't move too fast.
Woo hoo!
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2. |
Illusory Utopia
03:47
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People talking like commercials,
Playing a role in the same conversation.
Where is genuine expression?
Now I've got too many questions for being ignorant.
Do you prefer to settle down?
Fall asleep follow the script.
Imprisoned by reality running in society constructed by coded machines.
Say something I can understand.
With this frame of mind, I think I'm trapped inside.
Going round and round this fountain,
Am I really blocked at every turn for being spontaneous?
Don't you tell me to slowing down.
Not until over the bridge.
Don't you see the world gets eaten by the voice that coming from the sky?
Do you prefer to settle down?
Fall asleep follow the script.
Imprisoned by reality running in society constructed by coded machines.
Where is the edge?
What's behind the clouds?
I want to know before I become irrelevant.
Don't you tell me to slowing down.
Not until over the bridge.
Don't you see the world gets eaten by the voice that coming from the sky?
Do you prefer to settle down?
Fall asleep follow the script.
Fabricated reality running in society constructed by coded machines.
False sense of reality, are we really free?
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Naked King
04:04
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He was a king who loved to show his clothes. Who had coats for every hours of the day. He preferred spending more time in the dressing bed
One day he said, "Make me one of the finest clothes on earth with the most unimaginable colours and patterns. I heard about new strangers that are coming into town, the magnificent weavers that can sew me one."
Special, imaginary gold and silk. Invisible, anyone who's unfit won't able to see it.
The weavers started working on a set up empty loom. The king was excited as he paid tons of fortune. He wished to see but feared he might found out that he's a fool. The truth is nothing there, yet no one dare to say.
Pretentious cheering of a fake long train. “The king is naked!” shout the child. Spell was broken and the whole town cried. Innocent prattle, have you hear a such? The king is naked and the whole town cried. It gave him shivered, they might be right.
Still he decided to proudly walk.
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Any Day in the Park
04:17
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Sunshine on my back, put on a messy bun. Music on stereo, sing it girl. Feeling myself not, I hear a saying “There's so much heart in the park.”
Bring your picnic mat we're going to take a nap, sense everything in this habitat. Eucalyptus rainbow says, "Hello child, welcome home, you’re never that old."
Counting birds taking notes under bougainvillea. Off your shoes, walking running jiggle jive you will stumble alright this time. Slides and swings, flying up and down. Even if you're not a fan you'll find so much joy in watching everybody's trying.
Your laugh sounds crispy and sweet. Cracking me happy 8th beat. Time slows down, hey lovers strangers roll around.
Eucalyptus rainbow says, "Hello child, welcome home, you’re never that old". Now you know my favourite day is all that sights, any day in the park.
Counting birds taking notes under bougainvillea. Off your shoes, walking running jiggle jive you will stumble alright this time. Slides and swings, flying up and down. Even if you're not a fan you'll find so much joy in watching everybody's trying.
Let's get ice cream, pay them with smile. Cotton candy chamomile, brain freeze, toothaches, every once awhile. I'll tell you a recent dream about the rest of the city. I can hear my thoughts a little clear. Your laugh sounds crispy and sweet, cracking me happy 8th beat. Time slows down, hey lover strangers roll around. Roll around.
Now you know my favourite day is all that sights, any day in the park.
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5. |
The Magician
05:08
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पूर्णमदः पूर्णमिदं पूर्णात्पूर्णमुदच्यते |
पूर्णस्य पूर्णमादाय पूर्णमेवावशिष्यते
There is a man, as I stared at his hands one pointing skyward other one to the earth. He's just a man made of bones, flesh and blood. With all of his flaws but he's no ordinary one.
There is something deeper to him more than what it seems (more than what we've seen)
He knows them well, everything he needs to know. Signs and omens are friends, cosmic assemble to follow. He has no fear for pursuing his dreams, know he deserves them near. His journey begins now and here.
He remembers all the secrets of the universe.
सर्वे भवन्तु सुखिनः सर्वे सन्तु निरामयाः
Parapapapapara, perception is reality.
Parapapapapara, his free will is a gift.
Parapapapapara, he's willing to learn something new.
He's not a man bounded by tradition, obsessed with perception, he listens to intuition. His mind is free, full of weird philosophy. Yearning desire he seeks, fate is creation no mystique.
As within so without, he sees the world as it is.
सर्वे भद्राणि पश्यन्तु
Divine infinity.
मा कश्चिद्दुःखभाग्भवेत्
Parapapapapara, perception is reality.
Parapapapapara, his free will is a gift.
Parapapapapara, he's willing to learn something new.
There is a man made of bones, flesh and blood.
With all of his flaws but he's no ordinary one.
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6. |
St. Ann
03:37
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It started with my buzzing ears. Ask for attention in such demand about a tale, a tale that needs to tell. She was a mother of bohemian, curly hair scented patchouli flower. Under the maple creeper, those moments felt peculiar.
She was starring at the sky most of the time with her squinted eyes trying to compromise. She was sadden by the broken grass, unfriendly air made the leaves don't last, says the wind to her wise.
The words may not all be the same, but we understand the difference that day.
She was starring at the sky most of the time with her squinted eyes trying to compromise. She was sadden by the broken grass, unfriendly air made the leaves don't last, says the wind to her wise. And I was sitting there by surprise, “This thing doesn't happen all time”, trying to apprehend. Between supper, French bread and wine, I know she will remain in my mind. Perfect idiom I can't define, I know she will remain in my mind.
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I shouldn't be so surprised it's too familiar.
All is working well, can't do it wrong it seems, unreal.
I feel too sick to talk about it, our steps began to falter it seems, leaves me exhausted.
I don't wish to carry you anymore, this time.
I don't wish to carry you anymore.
I don't know how you dwelling on the same thing.
I won't risk another year to be, just minding here.
I don't wish to carry you anymore, this time. I don't wish to carry you anymore.
Listen, I've made my decision, don't you beg me on this.
We both know it has over years ago, what I want is called something more.
Ooh… Dear, I wish you to find that solitude.
Hold your dreams, there's so much of the world for me and you.
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As I looking down the river where the blue boat lovers searching for a soul that left its home. Bright light inside the window, freezing hands inside the gloves, wonder what they're long about, oh maybe something such "You're the one I want to stay in touch".
Tap on the shoulders, my knees surrender, a comfortable glance from a stranger. Skate on winter break, unspoken magic as I walk little further quiet street.
As I looking down the river where the blue boat lovers searching for a soul that missing home. Bright light inside the window, freezing hands inside the gloves, wonder what they're long about, oh maybe something such "You're the one I want to stay this time”.
Tap on the shoulders, my feet surrender, a comfortable glance from a stranger. Skate on winter break, unspoken magic as I walk little further quiet street. A poet, don't you forget about me.
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9. |
Attic No.7
04:55
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(Yeah, yeah! This is a song about the…Cold brew, coffee. Yeah, chill…) // White, shades of grey above my body. Even the brightest yellow too pale today. (One more time) I went to the attic, the one I've always dreamt of. Quietly applause the rain for the dramatic scene, I breathe as if I smoke joint. (So interesting) // A vase of baby blue caught my heart without a clue. I hear what siren in every ten minutes, is that normal? And the birds, oh the birds, oh the birds. They are giants and beautiful. And you can't escape the hours it's everywhere, with some strange notes of a musical box. Your skin is dry, your lip is cracking. I need to pause. // Maybe a tea or coffee, or chocolate, or just something hot and sweet. Now wait, the buildings with the window waffle and eyes of cookies with the topping of judges hair on the supreme court. // So I let myself bare feet with the coldest wood floor. With the coldest~
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10. |
In the Meantime
04:54
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In the mean time I will show you little things that bring me warmth. I caught a sunbeam on the aisle when I went casual mile. And the birdsong softly sneaking in the bamboo tree, sublime. Every morning observing my furry friends fool me around. The sun is setting I'd go walking examine new plants. I say to myself it's not as ridiculous as it sounds.
Simple pleasures I tend to forget. Well, this isn't how I imagine but it always got me stand in awe of love I can't fathom.
Just let it be. Be OK where you are. You are always enough. Goodbye to the unfit paradigm. Time to decide, everything here is worthwhile.
In the mean time I will show you that each day is not the same. I caught a rainbow on the aisle when I went casual mile. And the rainsong softly sneaking through the window, oh sublime.
Simple pleasures I tend to forget. Well, this isn't how I imagine but it always got me stand in gratitude I can't fathom.
Just let it be. Be OK where you are. You are always enough. Goodbye to the unfit paradigm. Time to decide, everything here is worthwhile. You'll get there and so is everyone, but now we are enough. Goodbye to the unfit paradigm. Decide everything beautiful and worthwhile.
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11. |
Story of Them All
04:06
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Baby, you're so weird. You fall for everything, caressing them for the love of one can bring. Wild eyes, a twister in my head. I'm in love with you is just unexpected.
Sometimes it's hard to take it all in. Whatever they might say, it feels so natural. Letting you go with a smile is easier than done.
And now you go chasing the sun, tell me what it's like. I can sense your whole heart, your witty wisdom. Everyone can see you're a change in the weather now and then.
Write me a melody with a little honesty. Your quirky words add a nice fit perfectly.
Sometimes it's hard to take it all in. Whatever they might say, it feels so natural. Letting you go with a smile is easier than done.
And now you go chasing the sun, tell me what it's like. I can sense your whole heart, your witty wisdom. Everyone can see you're a change in the weather now and then.
And now you go chasing the sun, tell me what it's like. I can sense your whole heart, your witty wisdom. Baby, you're a change in the weather.
And now you go chasing the sun, tell me what it's like. I can sense your whole heart, your witty wisdom. Everyone can see you're a change in the weather now and then.
And I will be waiting to hear the story of them all.
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12. |
Untitled 4
02:38
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Hmmm. I'll read for you, close your eyes. You're a kiss in a dream. Let feelings flow freely like the wind, like the water, like a daughter whispery sing.
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