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Death by sharing things
Torn up by my own hands
I’ve been playing games
Losing touch with who I am
Don’t remember this
Is it happening again?
Tripped on silly string
Killed by a confetti gun
Lost the tri-leg race
Fell and bit my own tongue
Missed and cracked the egg
Now I’m done
It keeps getting darker, to my detriment
It’s November, we’re parting ways
Plants will grow again
Remove their blankets of snow
Yawn and stretch their hands
Going places already known
No survivors here
We die alone
Vent the daylight grave
Grains of sand hide my eyes
Pitch the casket seal
Hop around bubbling cries
Don’t remember this
It is not my life
It keeps getting darker, to my detriment
It’s November, we’re parting ways
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Where were you when I was still kind?
My face is twisted yours is refined
Who sits here now, what’s their name?
It’s chained together, myself to blame
Now I’m tricked by my own lies
Rehearsed and flashy, to keep me aside
Mirror mirror on the wall
Why can’t I hear you, say it’s not my fault
Always tomorrow things will change
Today’s too busy, desire will fade
I’ll shut the book and throw it out
My story’s finished, no longer loud
Take the candle out
Throw them all away
Burn the house for light
Let me stay inside
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Snow capped mountains out of my window sill
A baby being carried by his dad
Sage resting gently in a cup near a candle
A flying raven finds a spot to land
Coming and going the cars leave the lot
No waving hello or goodbye
The curtains are shut now, the sun rests its head
The black ice reflecting the lights
May I be happy
May you be happy too
May peace fill our hearts and bring us together
May fear lose its grip on us all
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February (Be Still)
03:42
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From life to life
I’ve waited for so long
Death has passed me by
Planted in soil
You may go, you may go
Each day we are born
Every day we die to sleep
Fall in love in just one second
Infinity in one moment
Be still, be still
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March (Mount Maradona)
04:24
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I’m looking at you, mount Maradona
Listening to the call of
Your sweet truth
You’re looking at me, mount Maradona
Listening to the call of
The wise old trees
And you rose just like the sun
Take it slow
I’m thinking of you, train ride back home
Light comes and goes
But we still move on
You’re thinking of me, lake in the holy land
Time rippling to shores of sand
A rock falling deep
You hang just like the sun
Take it slow
Look at you, mount Maradona
Listening to the call of
Your voice’s truth
Look at me, mount Maradona
Listening to the call of
The wise old trees
Look at us, mount Maradona
Listening to the call of
The wise old trees
You set like the sun
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April (Water or Wine)
03:05
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Drink up you fools then blame the world
You hate to be told the meaning of life
A cup is filled a drop at a time
Do you fill yours with water or wine?
Push out your leaves then cast them away
Do you think it unique to waste your time?
You keep your truth and I’ll drink wine
I’m told that love is the meaning of life
Good enough won’t cut it, won’t cut it this time
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May I come out tomorrow?
May I bring you a sign?
May I say things that I think are beautiful?
May our differences align
May I sing you a melody?
May I hold your hand?
May I say things that I think I need to say?
May I hear you understand?
You could ask anything and I would
Could you come here tomorrow?
Could you send me a sign?
Could you tell me I’m beautiful?
Could you love me as I am?
Could you sing me a melody?
Could you hold my hand?
Could you say things that you think I need to hear?
Do you think you understand?
You could ask anything and I would
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June (So Damn Tired)
02:23
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How are you feeling?
Because I’m so damn tired
Are you still breathing?
I’m getting too close to the fire
Why do you hate me?
I’ve been trying so damn hard
I hope it won’t be
The end, but I know it in my heart
I feel so broken
Like a dropped and forgotten plate
I want to hurt them
But hate has yet to dispel hate
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Tripped on the boarder line
Kicked rocks at saints
Because they’re only men
Who wear silly outfits
Tried to pull myself up
But couldn’t afford
The bootstraps it takes
To be rich so
Let’s keep pretending
That we haven’t gone too far
And we’re gonna be just fine
Let’s keep ignoring
All the early warning signs
As long as I got mine
I care as long as I’m contractually obligated to
I connect as deep as my pockets will go
And I will do anything for myself, at your expense
Because I don't give a shit about you
Painted my favorite nail gun red
Tacked my name up on a tree
In my defense everyone told me
I’m the fucking best
I’m watching myself up on T.V.
Spitting right onto your face
You’ll never do a-thing about it
I can buy you off
I care as long as I’m contractually obligated to
I connect as deep as my pockets will go
And I will do anything for myself, at your expense
Because I don't give a shit about you
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The sun is red
I’m going crazy
The trees are dead
The sky is hazy
And I don’t know what to do
Well I might, but just don’t have the juice
I’m tired all the time
With no diagnosis
I’ll drink hibiscus and lime
We’re gonna get through this
Take off, run east, leg on
The rotation came full stop
But sometimes cigarettes make coffee taste better
And now and then food is better served cold
You won’t have problems if you’re not somebody
Even if you’re somebody going down the wrong road
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Take a walk outside and only look down at the ground
Hear the wind rushing through the leaves and feel it’s cool cool touch
Your cheeks glow red hot cold and arm hairs stand up on their ends
You taste the sweet metallic sting of blood down the back of your throat
So am I still good enough for you?
Or should I keep trying?
You keep on asking for the truth
And I keep on lying
Won’t you let me down?
Won’t you just sit down for a while
Take a handful of Advil from the back
Drink them down with whiskey
Pull your lucky from the pack
If you tremble, forget about where you’re at
Close your eyes and repeat after me
I am more than what I lack
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October (Old Worn Trail)
02:49
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Take the long road to me
Follow the old worn trail
Speak your words into the night
Begin your new life’s tale
May your eyes grow weary
Rest your bruised head
Feel the care of those around
With you at your bed
Take the long road to me
Follow the old worn trail
Speak your words into the night
Begin your new life’s tale
You’re here with me always
And I’m there with you too
Your shaking hands held up by mine
Your loving voice ensue
Let your anger honor
Use the walls it made
Build a shelter for those who need
Help who felt the same
Take the long road to me
Follow the old worn trail
Speak your words into the night
Begin your new life’s tale
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Wax & Rosewood Palmer, Alaska
In 2018 I started writing music once a month after a long hiatus caused by depression. My debut album, Twelve, is in effect my personal growth and development put on display for you. I hope for nothing more than for you to listen and connect with this album, and for it to help you process and heal in your own personal way. ... more
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