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rotten fingers
03:30
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my fingers have rotten, i don’t know when it's gotten this bad
but i don’t seem to have the motor skills
that i have been driving my neurons colliding
with glucose in my mind the caffeine i subsided to
hungover mornings, loving while snoring over the years
bent over working tapping while drowning out all of my fears
i thought i had dotted all my t’s and crossed my eyes to see and write
what’s in front of me and i can barely delight
to know that i have lost the fight trying to win, trying to win, the fight with my mind...
my nerves are all shot an’ i don’t know when it’s gotten this bad, but i don’t seem to have resilience,
to keep all my sane in, detached and derailing your dick race to the moon, a nightmare i refuse while hiding in
octopus mornings entwined and yawning, hold in these fears
drowned in your bubble, distilled the trouble of these last years
i thought i had dotted all my t’s and crossed my eyes to see and write
what’s in front of me and i can barely delight
to know that i have lost the fight trying to win, trying to win,
fly me back, fly me back to the earth
forget what it’s like on jupiter and mars,
it’s true i thought i’d dotted all my t’s and crossed my eyes to see and write what’s in front of me
and i can barely delight to know that i have lost the fight trying to win, trying to win, the fight with my mind
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to give
03:38
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what should I give to you my love?
what is it to give a love, enough?
a diamond ring on a piece of string,
the promises you will never bring,
oh you never bring them back to me.
the thread of words that I never heard
oh the things that I could just not say,
oh what I could ever say, oh what I could ever say.
never know what to give,
never know what to keep
I never know what’s too deep
I never know what’s too shallow
I suppose it’s enough
what is it to receive some love, love?
how does it feel to give enough, and get some?
a diamond ring on a piece of string,
the promises you will never bring,
oh you never bring them back to me,
the thread of words that you never heard
oh the things that I could just not say,
oh what I could ever say, oh what I could ever say.
never know what to give,
never know what to keep,
I never know what’s too deep
I never know what’s too shallow
I hope it’s enough
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staring at the grain
03:24
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Slate and grass and water running fast and o’er over hill,
Over hill and to the lake here there will find the freshest fill,
Undulating mountains pasture slowly beginning to fade,
Hoping that the life clings on here even in the summer’s shade,
Come and shelter with us, come and shelter with us,
Our trees are arteries and our trees are arteries
Twigs and leaf and bark are witness
To the drowning of the hill
Over copse and to the vale here
We won’t find the waters still, mmm...
Beckoning the forest shelters
Axed and planed and sawn in shape
Sweep away last cherry stones
Burn humble hope in fire place
Our trees are arteries and our trees are arteries
Cos nothing cures delirium like staring at the grain the tiny knotted faces help the trees to explain about their life before the plank, the twisted beech and straightened ash
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sprouting
04:19
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midnight planter, roll on wonder,
the covers I got under enclosed in slumber
midnight dancer, roll on planter,
the covers I got under enclosed in slumber
put your coasters here, lay on steaming, tea dear
and pour me a cup, pour me a cup
lay on the scene midnight spectrum
normal-i-tea don’t feel right
when you’re not wired on caffeine
midnight planter, roll on wonder,
the covers I got under enclosed in slumber
put your coasters here,
lay on steaming, tea dear
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over and out
03:09
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you used to be lonely, ooooh, but now you speak louder,
you used to lonely, ooooh, but now you speak louder, louder, louder
and I can’t hear your heart when it’s beating
so close to me and my body’s receding,
from everything you want me to be
it’s just on and on and on and on and on and on and over and out
you used to be lonely, ooooh,
but now you speak louder,
you used to lonely, ooooh,
but now you speak louder, louder, louder
and I don’t doubt your blood when it’s bleeding
so close to me and it’s not mine for healing.
for everything you want me to see
it’s just on and on and on and on and on
and on and over and out
it’s hard not to be sore when you’re a thumb amongst fingers,
it’s hard not to be numb when reality still lingers,
it’s hard not to feel dumb when you’re always working for tomorrow,
it’s hard not to be glumb when the world’s a constant sorrow but
we used to be lonely, ooooh,
and now we feel prouder, prouder,
we used to lonely, ooooh,
and now we feel prouder, prouder, prouder
and I now know this heart as it’s leading
so close to us and my body believing,
and everything we want it to be
it’s just on and on and on and on
and on and on and over and out
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here when you're here
03:46
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I feel, I feel like
I feel, I feel like it again,
and I don’t know my friend, what it is that I need,
so I ask of you, do you have time to listen
I know that you’re here when you’re here
I feel, I feel like
I feel, I feel like it again,
stumbling home to tend all of my dying houseplants
so I ask of you, do you have time to listen
I know that you’re here when you’re here
I know, I know, I know, I know dear
I know, I know, I know, I know dear
That you’re here when you’re here,
But you’re far when you’re far
I know, I know, I know, I know dear
I know, I know, I know, I know dear
that there’s fear when there’s fear,
and you’re far when you’re far
cold hands lonely as marrow
never should be lonely when two can hold their own
cold hands tend to this sorrow
never should be lonely when two can hold their own
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wolf peaches Sheffield, UK
Politically fuelled reflective songs, floating in dream scapes and grounded in a deep respect for flora.
Solo project of Hazel Thompson.
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