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by the wayside
03:45
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We set it to rest,
and in its bareness it fell to grace from itself,
like a ticking bomb,
as a sign of our deepest carelessness.
And you said you didn't want it to end yet,
here we are,
here we are.
Like an empty husk,
like a senseless scent of a time now bygone,
like a hurricane,
of which no sense of life is left behind.
And I dance to the whim of its winds, do I give up now?
Fate, turning tides to which we are all
bound, what it's all about.
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2. |
spring cleansing rituals
02:34
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I don't mean to pry, if I
lie along your side, do you even mind? Besides,
you are leaving in the morning.
Sorry I am boring.
Tonight, I dance for all the things that you are leaving behind.
And that's fine, that things are meant to be set aside,
And even I know that.
I move on from town, about
twenty hundred miles across the countryside.
I am leaving in the morning.
I have to get going.
Tonight, I dance for all the things that I am leaving behind.
And that's fine, that things are meant to be set aside,
And even you know that.
And even I know that.
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*lyrics*
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4. |
distrust
03:36
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You are waiting
for me to let go,
so you can swoop right in.
Impatiently longing,
all for a bad opportunity.
What were you hoping would come out of this?
What were you thinking would come out of this?
Distrust.
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touched
03:04
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I just want to scream,
I wanna kill my voice,
get rid of this body
that I never chose.
I want to be seen,
but it gets pretty rough.
Every pair of eyes
try to look for what they want.
I know what's like to be touched,
but never be touched.
Filled with regrets, contradictions saying otherwise,
and I don't know why it took me this long.
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*lyrics*
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And if you call me "baby," say it like you give a damn.
Burrowed in words of longing, suspenseful despite respite.
You used to hold me tightly a thousand years ago.
Subterranean cryptic antics whose veil we dance around.
We sat out back, holding hands
and reading our cards. Mine's the tower
and yours is the star, and afterwards
we turned to our eyes, seeing past the
current facade, watch the hours
go by, besides
we sat out back.
You said adieu to everything.
I say goodbye, my darling. We are only a passing sight.
You had me at a hopeful maybe, a chance fighting for its right.
I have not seen you lately, I have not seen you in a while.
Time's flied by, my darling. I hope that you are doing alright.
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Tiny Desk Edmonton, Alberta
Tiny Desk is found in between fuzzy textures and cascading twinkly sounds. As the independent music project of interdisciplinary artist, Simone A. Medina Polo, Tiny Desk often depicts a vulnerable space, like gazes sinking deep into ceiling tiles in a quiet summer night captivated in a range from lo-fi distorted sounds to bedroom pop ballads. ... more
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