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An Amputee
04:31
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My arms and my legs are intact and they're the only things that remain that way
But my heart and the pegs are in fact whole, and I'll admit I'm not surprised
They're the ones that I used to fill the holes that you awled out in my sleep
And yet occasionally I'm not surprised when they pry out and they seep
Something kept you up that night, but I know it wasn't me
Because that night was the first in a long time when I finally slept soundly
I could deny it until the end, but I knew that was what it would be
But I still think I would do it again, discounting the contingency
And I'm not feeling these things that I feel that I should
So I'll just clear these doubts inside your head
But I don't know what's inside of mine
'Cause last time I opened up, I picked it off the ground
And I'm not feeling these things that I feel that I should
So I'll just clear these doubts inside my head
But I don't know what's inside of yours
'Cause last time I tore it off, I could not reattach
So now I'm an amputee, or so it seems
Even though I still have my extremities
You're the arms of my heart and the legs of my mind
And I can't cut them off even though I don't try
And I still miss you, you see, but do you me
'Cause I still have quite a bit for these past three years
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2. |
Immovable Object
04:24
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It's like I am trapped and I can't get out
As much as I wish I could simply have no doubt
But doubt's a part of me like I'm a part of you
And the hardest part of this is you're a part of me now
I'm tired of these games that you're playing with my head
And I am stuck in a race that I can't win
You have fallen at my back, and there's a ribbon at my front
And I don't which way that I should run
And I guess if I were you
Then I would l doubt me too
But that's just the way I am
I'm tired of these games that you're playing with my head
And everything you've ever felt, now it seems it's dead
And I'm trying all I can to bring it back to life
With enough emotion just so I can dam this flood
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3. |
Wile E.
02:30
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And believe me baby when I say I wanna fall in love
But I'm just scared of what is at the bottom
And what will happen when I hit the ground, and you hit it running
And I am lying flat on my face
I tell you that I am just fine, because I am
Yet, I am delightfully blind where I stand
Right here in the middle of this and I can't seem
To be a mediator of sorts; destroy boundaries
But when you introduced yourself I thought I couldn't speak
Like I can't know when I see the truth
But there's still no one closer but you
But you never changed; I changed you
But you peel me off, and you pick me up, and you dust me down
And I will tell myself that I can love again
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Landline
02:28
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My love, my lungs, my lone landline
How can I reach you if you're not from my time
My love, my lungs, my lone landline
How can I reach you if you're not from my time
I'll wait for you
I'll wait for you
But as you progress in time, well so do I
And it's the middle of the night
And so my eyes are starting to close
Well that's how it goes, so here it goes again
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5. |
A Macramist
04:41
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You're a macramist
When it comes to stomachs
And I'm an masochist
When it comes to you
And I can't get you out of my head
You're an alchemist
When it comes to hearts
And I'm a pragmatist
When it comes to you
But I can't get you out of my head
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6. |
Eyes of a Finch
04:00
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You dawn on your disguise of finch eyes
And you're skittering uncontrollably
You made me feel how I'm falling
In love with falling in love with you
We're losing time, so let's travel west
And we'll find all that we'll ever need
You dawn on your disguise of finch eyes
And you're skittering uncontrollably
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7. |
Orbital Velocity
02:51
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Eighteen thousand miles per hour won’t seem like much up there
Cocoons in my stomach hatch, but I am not aware
Far above the birds and clouds; the whole world on display
Seas of black and rays of light; a blue dot sent astray
And I am falling impossibly fast
Your pull keeps me on orbital paths
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8. |
Terminal Velocity
03:59
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Well hey, who am I trying to impress?
Fate's gotta have time to digress
And say, while I do, I'll admire your dress
Well it looks so good twenty seven hundred miles away
Should I just stay in denial and stay?
Could you just stay for a while and lay next to me?
Well darkness comes much closer for me
So you know we don't have much time
But we'll spend most of it counting down
And finally realizing that I'm falling
You say the same for you and I would catch you if I could
We finally feel the things we've never fully understood
And to think it all began on simple curiosity
And now I'm just shy of terminal velocity
And when I hit, I'll hit hard
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9. |
Fallen; and Lifted
02:30
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I fell, and when I hit, I hit hard
I'm fallen; and lifted in love
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10. |
Leaving (A Song In Sea)
02:39
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I'm in love with an aquatic acrobat
But I can't breath underwater
But I can't breath without you
I'm a land lover; you're a sea dweller
And it's hard for us to move from state to state
And as the air fills my lungs, the water fills your gills
I'm not trying to forget you
I'm not trying to forget you
But my mind slips with these ships
Taking you anywhere but home
I'm not trying to forget you
I swear I'm not trying to forget you
But my mind slips with these trips
Taking me anywhere but where you are
I'm not trying to forget you
I swear I'm not trying to forget you
But my mind slips with these ships
Taking you anywhere but home
I'm not trying to forget you
I swear that I will never forget you
But my lungs drip with these quips
Telling me that I don't know how to feel
But I don't know how to feel
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Micah Jayne Seattle, Washington
Hello! My name is Micah Jayne.
Sometimes I make music, the outcomes of which can be heard here.
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