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Air
04:07
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I am the ignition
I am the spark that starts the motor of your mind
What you find in the whistle of the tune in the trees
In the bees knees
And the hum in throat
And the reason hope floats
And the exchange across your cell membrames
I'm Air
Do you dare to exist without me
To doubt the need of me and the patient gulping greedily at their last chance with me.
I'm the chill of the winter, the gloom of December, and the warmth and the rush of August flush and the tide of the scent of Spring and things meant to be.
You forgot you needed the breezes, the laughter of a child, the skies run wild.
The leaves lolly gagging on the sagging bows of Autumn.
I can leave you numb.
I can warm your heart and your hearth and eviscerate and carry the messages of hate and love and shove you into being alive and thriving when you are sighing you are with me.
And my purpose is to share without care love from above
Air
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Fire Fly
03:33
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You're hopeless.
You haven't got a chance.
Always looking for your next romance.
Not till twilight is the air right for flight your subtle delight.
Ooh fire.
Don't see your grace at day they just shoo you away
but at night time your passion shines
Fire fly, fire fly.
You warm up to
those around you
see who comes
to say they're not so far
Earth dwelling star
you are, you are.
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Innocence and Opiates
03:42
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If you were real I'd pull your hair
to make sure you were really there.
And if you jumped then I would know
that I should never let you go.
But you're not here.
And soon enough you'll dissappear
Just like the mermaid and the deer
who bought a house in Canada and sent for me to clean it once a year
instructions always very clear
"Scrub the cushions with the beer
and dust the china with the bullets, the tomatoes hate the afterlife"
If this were real that'd be true art.
I'd never doubt your loving heart.
I'd give you kisses all the time
and be so happy you were mine.
But still I know.
You're just a player in a show
co-starring Princess Giant Crow
and featuring the fabulous sensational invisible Margot,
a girl I've seen but do not know,
from whom I run but very slow.
A talkie -- produced by my subconscious, directed by my anxieties.
dee da dee doddlee deedlee da dee doddlee deedlee da dee doddlee deedlee da dee doddlee
Real life is full of disappointments.
I take refuge in our appointments.
Always surprised when they do happen
Without sub-drama overlappin'
turning the page
morphing submission into rage
morphing my fingers into sage
morphing your smiling face into a contract I can no longer engage
Into a war that I must wage
Into a clown face in a cage barking
Reminding me of when a dog bit me in 1927
Real life is never as much fun
as when we're laughing in the sun,
Surfing the waters of some land
where two moons float across the sand,
Or when you say
in your dreamboat handsome way
that you are always here to stay,
that if I charged a million dollars simply for one kiss then you would pay
that I'm as pretty as the day
a flower fell from heaven's bay
and grew from beneath the waters to sprout innocence and opiates.
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The Wildflowers
04:02
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Don't really make no good sense
Growing inside my white fence
Hope they'd be far gone
Plowed them out but here they are.
They won.
They settle in where they please
The wildflowers and the weeds.
No weather can do them in.
They're growing back up again.
How pretty your garden grows,
White lily bright yellow rose.
Must be a job to keep
that courtyard looking so neat.
Cause I work hard to keep my fucking yard up but still can't keep up with the wildflowers and weeds.
They settle in where they please
The wildflowers and the weeds
No weather can do them in
They're growing back up again
But I work hard to keep my fucking yard up but still can't keep up with the wildflowers and weeds growing up the walls, climbing down the halls, up from neath my bed, growing round my neck, growing round my neck
How pretty your garden grows
around your mouth and your nose
How pretty your garden grows
around your mouth and your nose
How pretty your garden grows
around your mouth and your nose
They're they're growing back in.
They're they're growing back in.
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Third Party
03:47
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I sat stiff in between two cowardly parties
too chicken shit to converse with each other without me.
There were two to a chair so one leaned on the wall.
I wasn't happy at all.
They both invited me to the same boring party.
I was surprised, thought they'd be with other and not me.
I got used like a cup on a string or a wall.
I wasn't happy at all.
I got dressed early dancing shoes on to party.
I'm usually home and depressed so excited they called me.
But those fools left me hanging like a frame on the wall.
I wasn't happy at all.
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Zenobia Dolli Los Angeles, California
singer, songwriter, electronic musician
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