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The Fool
03:14
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Hello, hello, it's nice to meet you.
I have been played. I am the fool.
It's a shame, it's a shame to get to know you
to have you split my heart in two.
I believed you when you told me
that every lash you blew away
you'd wish you would end up with me.
I believed you--your every word.
Hello, hello, it's nice to meet you.
I have been played. I am the fool.
It's a shame, it's a shame to get to know you--
if I ever did know you.
I believed you when you said
that I didn't have to worry
and you two were just friends,
and I believed you until the end--
and one day, I'll forgive myself
for getting so sucked in.
I got so comfortable
feeling uncomfortable
around you two.
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2. |
Showers
02:24
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I was walking in the rain,
walking in the rain thinking of you.
I was walking in the rain,
walking in the rain thinking of you.
All the signs from the world
pointed toward you.
I was walking in the rain, walking in the rain.
So please know that I like you.
So please know that I like you,
but I don't know what the world demands of me.
We were walking in the dark, walking in the dark;
and for a while you had my heart, fully had my heart.
So please know that I like you.
So please know that I like you,
but they made me feel that love would cause me pain.
So please know that I like you.
So please know that I like you,
but I fear that I might never love again.
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3. |
The Recycler
02:34
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I am the recycler.
Nothing goes to waste in this house.
No, you won't waste in this house.
Matriarch, decider--
my mom would make me go play outside.
Now go play outside.
One day you'll see.
Dipped my head in water,
oil cross dripped into my eyes--
opened the skies.
We crossed so many paths
I was worried we'd get lost,
but we never had much trouble.
We never cared too much.
One day you'll see
you take after me.
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4. |
Grants Pass
04:31
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If I could cover my face and disguise my race,
I'd finally feel safe in this town.
They want me to have lighter skin
to better fit into standards without this brown.
I could blame my mom and dad.
I had who I had; it wasn't so bad.
I think the world wants to change who I am,
but I am who I am.
I don't give a damn most days.
Oh, oh, I'm trying to feel beautiful in this brown body.
Oh, oh, I'm trying to feel beautiful in this brown body.
Oh, oh, I'm trying to feel beautiful in this brown body.
Oh, oh, I'm trying to remember that I'm beautiful
despite how they want me to feel.
If people could view beyond skin and peer deeper in,
they'd find I house a radiant soul;
but years of emotional scars and systemic bars
made it difficult for me to feel whole.
But then I gaze into the mirror.
I see my brown tint, and I feel like I'm glowing.
Perception of self's getting clearer.
It's taking some time, but I'm actively growing.
Oh, oh, I'm trying to feel beautiful in this brown body.
Oh, oh, I'm trying to feel beautiful in this brown body.
Oh, oh, I'm trying to feel beautiful in this brown body.
Oh, oh, I'm trying to remember that I'm beautiful
despite how they want me to feel.
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5. |
Marine Drive
04:13
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I got to know you down Marine Drive.
Behind pink frames, bright green eyes.
The river date was our first
although we didn't know it.
It's no surprise
to learn that the planets aligned.
The planets aligned.
The planets aligned.
The planets aligned.
The planets aligned.
We laughed through kisses on the curbside
after hours of saying bye.
You said it quenched a thirst
like mid-June strawberries
devoured in pints.
We learned that our planets align.
I'm regurgitated from the reckoning we'd call this year,
badly mangled after being handled rough and cavalier.
By the car ride, my cold hardened heart was quickly softening.
I'm indebted for our synastry.
You shone before me like a sunrise
though you glowed in profile by garden light.
The words burned in my throat,
but I couldn't say them
as I said good night.
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Cay Is Okay Portland, Oregon
the emotional undercurrents of mundane experiences
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