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Malakhova
04:45
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malakhova
with your citrine eyes
your desert smile
your cascading caresses
atavistic art, written in your elbow
put on your red shoes baby
keep inventory of affiances
used to scrape by on truculent anecdotes
she now treaded on the blond walls
put on your red gloves, time for you
scent of claret, no more flight
gold caterwauling reservoir
let me be with you tonight
oh malakhova, oh malakhova
let me be with you tonight
oh malakhova, oh malakhova
time for solace
morning time walks
nobody blessing her moonlit eyes
sedentary she was
she’s beyond everyone now
she lives on in her verdant strides
paving the way for everyone
put on your red trace, lovely
wear it no matter their qualms
you have any light you desire
let me be just yours tonight
put on your red shoes baby
keep inventory of affiances
gold caterwauling reservoir
let me be with you tonight
malakhova
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Lavender
04:52
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you’re painting silver terraces
where nothing previously stood
I craft with methodological lies
I wish every little thi ng could be paramount at least twice
but it seems to conquer all your dreams
your thoughts cannot stop time
and even though you’ve grown
doesn’t mean its over
doesn’t mean its over
anecdotes that you devise
take them slow, wrap your words with lavender
with making every echo blast
with making every curtain fly open
and mimes are just your projections
projecting your masks, projecting your character
but it seems to make you overthink
but it seems to make you overthink
straddle ancient wisdoms, set yourself under
the placid colonnades
where you can feel the earth breathe
where you can feel the earth breathe
oh you can see
oh you can see
you can see
oh you can see
oh you can see
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Ice in Their Laughter
05:22
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ice, see the avenue go fogged out
brain, steers yourself til pride awakens
this will be my convalescence
this will will stark dreams, I trust
but you’ve gone without a single notice
struck until your heart concerns you
I believe the coal seeped in their lungs
I believe the strain flooring me backwards
there is ice in their laughter
there’s a crease in their dreams
breadth in their declarations
how could I ever be their queen?
there are words without faltering
there are stands without light
there was time with you baby
could I be your queen for one night?
hold my hand, traverse light when you read me
I’ll be starting my convalescence
delphinus warded all their proclamations
my virtues were qualms of theirs
there are mephistophelean reds, they’re
crouching with the eyes you’ve melted
I believe the suet dripping sideways
I believe the strain flooring me backwards
there is ice in their laughter
there’s a crease in their dreams
breadth in their declarations
could I ever be their queen?
there are words without faltering
there are stands without light
there was time with your hero
could I be your queen one night?
to you its words, time’s vitality
to me its severance of my visibility
the reds were sobered and chapped
your heart lay quashed and unfound
your eyes strip wide and unwanted
cling to that, if you please
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Carapace Embrace
03:57
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serrated glass, chalked down epigraph
I’m always stringing by your house
red tinted quarries, bathe deep by your carapace
embrace the starkness, never let it quell
fade as we go
raid as we go
live with your reds
fly through the night
fade as we go
raid as we go
live with your reds
fly through the night
hey you’re ringing through my carapace
and I know its hard to realize this
hey you’re ringing through my carapace
and I know its a struggle to keep your back afloat
reserving your pulse’s recognizance
the cornerstone of regret your little bitch
blood quashed highlands, queen of the dune shack
that cornerstone never refracted
fade as we go
raid as we go
live with your reds
fly through the night
fade as we go
raid as we go
live with your reds
fly through the night
hey you’re ringing through my carapace
and I know its hard to realize this
hey you’re ringing through my carapace
and I know its a struggle to keep your back afloat
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Vagrant in Acetate
03:33
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see it roam, floored like toweling
you watch as his ground materializes
he stands tall, fiercer than you’d recounted
he’s alone, stark and fucked up
he reminds you of countless crushed picks
his voice howls so distinct like barreling evander
he’s a hymn, lacking verisimilitude, laden with vitality
or at least that’s how I long to remember
come in or out just like a vagrant in acetate
just like the id that you never gave
seeded cries, scribed in kennings
just like a vagrant in acetate
see him jolt, fierce and pending
see the wakes of crass deliverances
I couldn’t cry with you I felt too unsure
I couldn’t whisper when I lost my breath control
come in or out just like a vagrant in acetate
just like the id that you never gave
seeded cries, scribed in kennings
just like a vagrant in acetate
the white quashed blood beats and moans
like a vagrant in acetate
just like the rush you deliberate
the faddish squeals of your past fate
linger when you dissolve in acetate
just like a vagrant in acetate
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my golden voice won’t whisper when it’s called upon
my hardened eyes won’t expunge the light you cast until its fleeting
the dulled graveling is stinging each blind eye spiraled unto itself
but I wonder if its real? I wonder if its real
your blessings siding with me no matter their origin
your sulking staving the yellow carnations I plucked for you
your reasons paving their last goodbye as your taunts remain exposed
I can hold depreciation between my two fingers
you make me cry with laughter and it seems so surreal
you make me wonder if you're even with me now
and everything just turns around when I startle myself
startle myself
you make me cry with laughter
you make me cry with laughter
you make me cry with laughter and it seems so surreal
you make me cry with laughter
you make me cry with laughter and it seems so surreal
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Deciduous
02:43
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deciduous, wondering where your heart is full
wondering where you see
nowhere to fuck
nowhere to heave
every ground so damp
every leaf so clean
deciduous, wondering where your heart is full
wondering if you see
tes oreilles seront doués comme tes lèvres
tes lèvres seront doués comme ta voix dedans ces arbres
ces arbres seront ma solidité
ils seront ma solidité
deciduous, wondering where your heart is full
wondering if you see
deciduous
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8. |
Queen A
04:34
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her name was queen a
she gave life everyday
she put his hands up where they shouldve been
she started mounds of masterworks
she wouldn’t topple anything you asked her to
no she couldn’t
this queen has spirits in her flaming irises
this queen has love in traces of dust
and I said “hey could I be a queen someday”
I’d love to be a queen where she is
I’d love to be a queen where she is
allocate her blessedness to flights of independence
she’s a messenger in every light
she’s a winter with her shrines
complicate her messages
she walks with all her florid friends
to gain some looks, books and throes
this queen has spirits in her flaming irises
oh she has love in traces of dust
and I said “hey could I be a queen someday”
I’d love to be a queen where she is
I’d love to be a queen where she is
and I told her my queen
I walk alone, I breathe alone, I see alone
she walks tall, she stands ground, she crumples it all
this queen has spirits in her flaming irises
this queen has love in traces of dust
and I said “hey could I be a queen someday”
I’d love to be a queen where she is
this queen has roses pressed against her temples
this queen has moorlands where innovation unwinds
and I said “love, please remain a queen for us”
I’d love to be a queen with her sometime
I’d love to be a queen where she is
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Joe Agger Denver, Colorado
my name is Joe, and I've been writing songs since I was 8 years old. you'll mainly hear me playing guitar, bass, appalachian dulcimer, ukulele, and autoharp on here. my goal is to unite people with my musical stylings, and I operate as a glam folk and pop chanteur. enjoy. ... more
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