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Swim in the air pocket of consciousness
Be sure of nothing for it came to our senses
Excitement, swirling energy
Insight, loving democracy
New circles, new conversations
Your love I shall embrace
Candy happiness in the city
Dreams in hot air basket float before us
Uncopied architecture underground flights
Bastions of starts and stops
Willing and then you're not
Loving desires
Common visions and friends
I love friends
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Farewell Cognition
04:10
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Say what you mean and mean what you say
Glory doesn't always come to the worthy, and life's not fair
Frustration here and there, life must be bigger than this
No wonder my back is breaking
I know that I can't please you now
I know that I can't please you ever
Farewell cognition
Vortexes of emotions spin within me
Full of color, pitch, and the richness of intellect,
Coerces my fancy
Enigmatic formulation,
Broken egos of ideas lost
Or not acted upon
Triumphant gestures of forgotten love
Is loving that which is out of reach a likely occurrence or fate?
Your style of struggle determines your way
Through the desolate mappings of your core
Juxtapose ideas every chance you get
Pen and paper become one from dawn into mind
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Luxury
03:56
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What you want you cannot get and what you get you do not want
It is elusive what you seek, the things you need they make you weak What you take it is not yours, a life of things it is a lure
Goals of money your esteem, sublime self-worth all lined with greed
That which is cannot exist without that which is not
Judge if you must the race you lost, the road you've never run
Metaphors for life are many, do you have a few?
Can you give up that which is a luxury to you?
It's a luxury to you.
Graceful truth and graceful lies both come in human tongue
Conscience, fur and politics, from lobby, couch and ladder rung
Trees, fields, animals, minds, souls, bodies, devotions
Diminish every living day when greed eclipses conscience
Without love there is no way for struggle into peace
The road you've never run, blindly turns to beast
Every human in every land of God has a different story
But what it all boils down to, true love's the only glory
Do it all and do it well and follow all the rules
But even if you're in the right, he with power overrules
Exercise your own discretion, self-appointed task
Ask yourself what is right, a privileged social caste?
Intention is as person does, magnanimous edition
More than only status quo a justice coalition
We will be the generation known for our chance
To save this planet Eden, to try a different plan
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Melting
05:00
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Melting down
Microscope of time
Guilt of mediocrity
Of dreams un-pursued
Bring me up
I want to breathe
Help me see
Set me free
Value of a memory
Bubbling trough amnesia
Evolutionary context
Cage of existence
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Superstrings
04:55
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Floating through zero gravity
Contemplating superstrings
At the zenith or the nadir
It comes around again
Another chance at life, another chance at Zen
Citizen of the universe, citizen of earth
Time gets slower as I race by
Spacetime foam churns
Visualize what you seek, create what you desire
Discover who you are, find the source of your fire
Oscillatory patterns in the string of space
Identical to me, a sanity chase
I feel the magnetic field and move with the motion
Macroscopic view of my emotions
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Skeleton
03:59
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She lives in a fantasy
Escape urgings conformity
Sitting at the matinee
All her scars in a bouquet
Not sure she wants to be a bride
Not sure that she doesn't
Seeking not the easiest life
But one of enlightenment
Can we heal the damage done
Speak out in a unison?
Maybe we don't want to be a skeleton
Dying for oblivion
Being honest and exposed
Risks her Nielsen rating
Isn't she supposed to be perfect?
Be the best at everything?
So she looks into the magazines
And to her friends on TV
And she wants to raise her kids right
And she wants them to see their own beauty
But all they see is what they lack…
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Kahuzi
04:32
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Kahuzi was a leader of a zebra herd
And he told many stories that he had overheard
A man from America brought white men from the sea
And they told all the beings there, this land is just for me
Where should we go now?
So they cleared the forest and claimed the beings' lands
And now all who live here shall live in our command
The shots rang out in a kind of schadenfreude
Enforcement of society from a sovereign viceroy
Kahuzi's family looked at him in shock and disbelief
Thinking those flights were only stories, a kind of ancient allegory
People hurting their neighbors, didn't loyalty transcend?
A craving and fearful deed was inconceivable to comprehend
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Greens & Greenbacks
05:03
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The impeachment lasted for years aboard Air Force One
The night fell upon the nation as chaos begun
The anchors dressed to the nines, delivered the news
The heartland lost our fair son, the ocean of blues
Greens and greenbacks, paid to the media
Paid to the man on the board
Greenbacks and kickbacks
Following setbacks
The nation is turning blue
The president fought back the tears as he looked toward the white
The false report killed his support the previous night
The torches of the constituents burned brightly ‘till dawn
A fire was set to the garden in the white house lawn
Will we ever return to being strong like we were
Before we received the news
Greenbacks and setbacks following setbacks
The nation is turning green
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9. |
Mid-Youth Crisis
03:23
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Bean counters on the brink
Of termination, this work stinks
Labor forces fresh from the vine
Drinks muddy water while they drink wine
401(k)s based on profit margins
SUV’s traded in on luxury wagons
It’s all insane, their vicious game
Makes me feel ashamed
Broke vacations, worked for petty cash
Messed my check up, went up like ash
Paper puppets propped up by jeweled strings
Work for the weekend to buy silly screens
European sports cars for my daughters
Miniature horses for my sons
Catered in parties with artsy-fartsys, lah-tee-dah-tees
Business fueled by the drug trade
Oh do I love that smack
Leave out my middleman
OD’d had a heart attack
Clubs and Mercedes, implants
My calling card, get me to the club
As I get dumber and dumber
I reach for my guns if you don't dig my rub
I'm looking for that fat beat
To impress my bloods
Looking to pack heat
Got to sell my own blood
No 401(k)s in the gangs
No garage to park my SUV in the rain
I sold my soul to the moon
I sold my soul to the dance floor
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Holly Freeling Los Angeles, California
Inspired by human connection, perseverance, and diversity, Holly
Freeling writes songs to instill a
deeper understanding of life, social systems
and the universe around us. Her music combines electro-alternative, avant-garde sensibilities with stories of determination to produce multilayered
records that leave listeners inspired. Her latest work is a collaboration with producer William Belote.
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