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Next to Me
02:10
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I love the way my nails go clack clack clack
On the keyboard and smoothly down your back
There's nothing that I love more than feeling you
Over and under but mostly just right here
Next to me
I love the way your smile just cuts a seam
Through the cloudy clouds that cloud my dreams
Even there I feel you
Over and under and when I wake I know you're right there
Next to me
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Incredulovely
04:11
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I've been thinkin about you and me
And I'm flabbergasted
How'd you find where I was hiding
I thought all my luck was spent on being born
A white American Something
Yet here we are, turning a corner
Falling face first into every best year of our lives so far
And I'm gobsmacked, gonna need a mop
My jaw is melting through the cracks in the floor
Nevermind, it's probably good for the blanketflowers
Feeding the bees and the birds
But where the hell did you come from?
And how'd you get my name?
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Don't Forget to Call Me
01:30
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Skin
01:59
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Like ripples in the water
Or sparks through a filament
There's something in my shoe
I've only just noticed
When you touched my skin
I remembered I had it
Before there was nothing
Between me and the world
But then you reminded me
Of where I am sitting
And how I'm something worth touching
Something worth holding
Here by this fire
When you touched my skin
I remembered I had it
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You consigned yourselves to a hell of your own makin'
Makin' idols of assimilation
About what it means to love
But god never said that
And Jesus would never say that
So I guess you shouldn't either
I think the friends that I've lost
And the tears that I shed for them
Watered flowers at my feet
I'd rather be standing in dirt though
I'd rather be burnin' my toes with 'em on the asphalt
Than cooling my heels someday with them in the clouds
Go FUCK yourselves!
No... Go love yourselves...
Because God didn't say that
And Jesus would never say that
So I guess I shouldn't either
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6. |
Compost in Training
02:57
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I am compost in training
Dust or dirt if it's raining
And as the rot draws near
You'll find mushrooms in my ears
Cause I am compost in training
And my sticky tears have torn me asunder
Worms will crawl up and hug me under
And as I pass through the roots
My flesh will become shoots
Cause my sticky tears have torn me asunder
Let the letters fall from my skin
Ink degrades and will free me from its sin
Never saw it that way
But it'll all be the same
So let the letters fall from my skin
Rust will flake away the iron in me
As the oxygen destroys my boundary
And I never chose it myself
So I'll take receipts back to hell
And let the rust flake away the iron in me
Cause I am compost in training
Yea I am compost in training
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Wailin' in the Breeze
01:55
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Lay me somewhere green my skin a gleaming just like momma made me
Cover my grave with an apricot tree, then leave me be
Cause I'll be on the other side
A waaaaailin'
Like I'm known to do
Wailin'
On the wind ya might hear my tune
I'll be wailin
Quiet melodies
Wailing
Wailin' in the breeze
If I go first won't you visit me and tend the green that keeps me resting
Nurture your love like a sycamore tree and never leave
Or I'll be on the other side
A waaaaailin'
Like I'm known to do
Wailin'
Hope the wind will carry my tune
I'll be wailin
Quiet melodies
Wailing
Wailin' in the breeze
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8. |
Hell
02:18
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I've never seen
Such an awful scene it's hell
Comin' out the seams
And it's just as well cause it's
Hell
Knowing you
Hell
Missing you
Hell
Loving you
Loving you is hell
Blood on your hands
It was yours but you passed it down
Now I'm stuck in shifting sands
Outside this border town and it's
Hell
Knowing you
Hell
Missing you
Hell
Loving you
Loving you is hell
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Unbound
04:57
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Hundreds if not thousands of miles overground
With a child on her back
Fleeing from the press gangs way back home
Over sand, stone, jungle and the harshest land
Long stolen from her people
Toward something that might just look like hope
Yet in the final stretch to freedom
The fed said leave them to their deaths
No mercy for the foreign breath
But no barbs upon wire or small petty fine
Would keep them from the free exercise
Of a timeless love
Unbound
They were unbound
(No state could stop them)
Unbound
(No man could judge them)
Unbound
No thing to do but join them and be unbound
When commanded to offer up the names
Of neighbor, kin, and countrymen
They nodded and sent them on along
But little did those nazis know
Of the long and winding undertow
Below the waves that sent them on their way
Be it stamps or children feverishly
Filled out and smuggled through the leaves
It was a treasure of humanity
Unbound
They were unbound
(No state could stop them)
Unbound
(No man could judge them)
Unbound
No thing to do but join them and be unbound
May this little song and my paltry words
Unhinge your heart and sheath your swords
And be the death of border wars
May your love be unbound
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10. |
Havana Burning
02:33
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If I had a pistol I could join a revolution
Just like Che, imagine me
Hunkered down low in the sugarcane
Watching Havana burning
They might say listen here
We got no soap and we got no beer
We fight for the Truth and the Truth is clear
I say, who you gotta know to get a gun around here?
I wanna see Havana burning
And if you'd let me join in me and Che
Would be the best of friends, we'd wait for the day
Someone to say, put on your camouflage vest
And your black beret and let's go watch Havana burning
If I had a pistol I could join a revolution
Just like Che, imagine me
Hunkered down low in the sugarcane
Watching Havana burning
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11. |
Know My Heart
03:22
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Where I been and where I'm going are just
Two different things
And I used to wonder what tomorrow would bring
But I don't worry anymore
And it ain't Jesus and it ain't the drugs
Though they help some folks when the goins' rough
And it ain't naps and it ain't the carbs
It's just the way I know my heart!
Looking back through those lenses
Tinted with roses and ashes
Never thought I'd see the the sunrise of my life
Never thought I'd bask in the rays of love
But I've arrived!
And it ain't Jesus and it ain't the drugs
Though they help some folks when the goins' rough
And it ain't naps and it ain't the carbs
It's just the way I know my heart!
Where I been and where I'm going are just
Two different things
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12. |
Corner of My Heart
03:28
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There's a corner of your heart for me
There's a corner of your heart just for me
I will pack my bags just to stay in the corner of your heart
Just to stay in the corner of your heart
There is room beneath your bed for me
There is room beneath your bed just for me
I will leave this town just to sleep underneath your bed
Just to sleep underneath your bed
There's one minute of your day
There's one minute of your day
There's one minute of your day
I will leave this man just to occupy one minute of your day
Just to occupy one minute of your day
Just to sleep underneath your bed
Just to stay in the corner of you heart
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I don't want to leave a mess when I go
So I'll just let the sun set on its own
Let the leaves fall so slow
Let the logs to loam
Cause my greying will make such a pretty picture
This I swear, this I know
So won't you hold me while the world burns?
There's enough here to keep us warm
Won't you hold me while the world burns?
There's enough here to keep us warm
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14. |
Whisk it Away
01:13
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When the world goes to break my heart
You whisk it away, you whisk it away
When the world goes to kill my love
You whisk it away, you whisk it away
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Matti Joy Bend, Oregon
Semi-Pro Gardener and Recording Artist due to COVID19
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