1. |
Every Motion
04:48
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Every motion big and small
Gonna have to feel it all
Look to where it’s glistening
Flowing through a sunken dream
Reach out towards eternity
Without leaving the centerpiece
Flashing open different drones
To leave us here all on our own
Every motion big and small
Gonna have to feel it all
Waiting for time
To fall back in line
Labels turning on their heads
Withering the strings to threads
In the past, the same regard
Can tear us down and fall apart
Empty patterns let us go
Down a spiral left unknown
Every motion big and small
Gonna have to feel it all
Waiting for time
To fall back in line
Reach out towards eternity
Without leaving the centerpiece
The dust in your eyes
The trust in your eyes
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2. |
Shifter
04:20
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First step through the doorway
A warmth cuts through the noise
Initial tremor but a soothing tone
At the end of the tunnel is a flicker
Brighter bigger thicker
‘til we all are left engulfed
Shifting through a peaceful moving force
Changing the direction back and forth
Sinking cascades overgrown
Nostalgic for the things I’ve never known
Influx of micro-particles seep deep inside my pores
Each language from all over the world is understood
In balance between serene confusion, the cosmic web’s connection
Brings us nature’s final form
Shifting through a peaceful moving force
Changing the direction back and forth
Sinking cascades overgrown
Nostalgic for the things I’ve never known
A variation yet still tangled up in wants and needs, indecision, and the tension of a frozen being
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3. |
Cranberry Stream
06:16
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Stones lay beneath
Please don't bury me
Rocks have sunk
Inside her skin
Between his teeth
Behind his lips
Cranberry stream
Please wash over me
Rocks have sunk
Inside her skin
Between his teeth
Behind his lips
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4. |
Empty Bottles
03:38
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All the frost thawed out
Inconsequential to the sovereign ground
Cyclones and broken chains
All but extinguishing the western flame
Seismic rattles, falling rubble
Embers cloud the sky in plastic smoke
No trees left to breathe
And all we’ve got left are jokes
Oh
Ain’t that apocalyptic?
But let's just all hang out
Empty bottles of self-indulgence
Drown out our muffled shouts
Steady onto a fateful path, all transmissions die
An inescapable meteor shower of plunging satellites
Tectonic convulsions knock and rift apart two sides
A mammoth chemical wave arrives with nowhere left to hide
Mining for the profit but greed doesn’t matter when there’s bleach in your lungs
Far atop the other but clout doesn’t matter when there’s no drinking water
A prestige badge of a profitable minority, a heavy shadow we all must carry
Oh
Ain’t that apocalyptic?
But let's just all hang out
Empty bottles of self-indulgence
Drown out our muffled shouts
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5. |
Hands
05:44
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You won’t leave,
The light around the wall
And you can’t see,
There’s nothing more than that
No time for us
It fades away
My daydream
Have you noticed,
the isolated room?
And will you notice
the flowers caught in bloom?
No time for us
It fades away
My daydream
And if it was all my fault,
Your hands they’re calm to me
And if I just lost it all
Your hands are ghosts to me
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Glasshealer Austin, Texas
Glasshealer is an alternative band based out of Austin, TX
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