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Apples
06:07
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A frame in time
A unit moment sized
One moment
A familiar shape
It's movement
Goes around and comes around
Just one component
In the state of now
There's no when
At a constant rate,
In the arch of nowhere,
But went around and came around
Highway
Remember the shape of me
The more we see the less we know
To my view, to my own sphere
This road I'm on is everything I know
All I know
Sparks of life
Unfolding before my eyes
Unfolding become so wild
It confuses me
Chasing hills
Chasing the happening
Chasing what's left of me
The confused me
Highway
Remember the shape of me
The more we see the less we know
To my view, to my own sphere
This road is everything I know
Remember the shape of me
The more we see the less we know
To my view of limited sphere
This road is all I know
By time
We will transform by time
We will be pausing the clock by time
Highways from above
Connect and flat the earth
All the while missing life beyond
Highways, to my heart
Won't connect me with this world
All this time I've been missing life beyond
Split apart there's an apple
Only take a seed from the apple
Split apart there's an old heart
You'll never find a seed in it
Dig, seeking closure
You'll never find a seed that gives you closure
Loose ends are like erosions
Will never grow a tree from me
Not a tree from me,
Not a tree from us,
But a grain of dust within curling grass
While the earth trembles
Universality is but a formality
The prole of scarcity,
Not a shelter for me
While the earth trembles
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Stones
05:54
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A slow pace
If it was for me there'd be no pace
Life would be as dull as I am
Simple as my simple mind
Frozen in deceptive lights
Frozen in deceptive lights
Motionless and petrified
Frozen in deceptive lights
If I could tell
This Earth to stop spinning
If I could persuade a life
To be simple as my simple mind
Gloaming through like rye on fire
Motionless and petrified
Frozen in deceptive lights
But still pulses in silence
Simply as my mind
No matter how fragile
No matter how broken are
The seeds in my hands
Through my flesh
Say to me
I own
I own every single part of you
At first glance it all seems far
But I know the truth, I know you
I own you
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3. |
Bugs
04:22
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There it goes
A mindset change so radical
A view constrained to be practical
The damage felt too critical
Stay out of sight so
Nobody changes who you are
Let bygones be bygones
Stay low
Forseable reactions
Stay low
And crawl
Like there is no edge to earth
Isn't it tiring
To be so critical?
I crawl
Just an inch below all woes
Until I find a place to hide
In the end, what do I know?
Not afraid to appear so ridiculed?
Every movement feels too mechanical
Shake to the sound of a different tone
Stay out of sight so
Nobody changes who you are
Let bygones be bygones
Stay low
Forseable reactions
Stay low
Like lifeless distilled
Stay low
Righteous water
Stay low
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Soil
05:00
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I've been round
And saw the wind moving through the ground
A burial mound
Of roots, rocks, leaves and
I heard a voice
Coming from the depths with ancient poise
A sound from the void
That said
If dust to dust then
Just be dust to shake
And make some noise
Oh children of the soil
Hear the sound of my bones
A clarion call
Fleeting through my corpse
My ever changing hue
Rhythm
The only constant thing in life is the rhythm
Of changes
The pace of every living thing's mutation
I play a beat to a melody as irregular as I
Heard upon terrestrial dins
Hidden in secluded wills
If dust to dust then
Just be dust to shake
And make some noise
Oh children of the soil
Hear the sound of my bones
A clarion call
Fleeting from my corpse
My ever changing you
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My name is William Lilla and I'm just an Italian guy with a microphone.
I release music every change of season.
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