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archaeologist mindset
digging up old stuff will teach you something important
that’s why I write these sour nothings all the time
followed by
1969 headspace
looking backwards will break your back and turn your hair gray
that’s why I shelve my selves from yesterday and let em pass away
looking at trees you’d think they’re half dead
part of being dead’s the peace and quiet, and that ain’t half bad
that’s why I’m quiet ‘til the nausea subsides all the time
cityscape stained with heartache
wishing for the is to be the isn’t doesn’t feel great
that’s why I reify the today then let it pass away
and what’s so great about being great anyway?
seems like a lot of responsibility
ability to respond
I’d rather keep my phone off
tucked away in a drawer of old socks
here’s the thing
I’d like to live in the bubble in the middle of the leveling tool
that tells you
whether your bedside table is sitting right.
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Two Lights Blinking
05:01
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inside outside beside behind
long day short night I’m wrong you’re right
two lights blinking
on off standby blackout freefall
short day long night you’re wrong I’m right
that’s what I’m thinking
backlit frontlit inner critic
long high short low I have control
gotta get back to it
background frontground turn that noise down
short high long low moving too slow
just wanna go fast again
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The Written Word
05:07
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so you found an exception to the rule
don’t be a fool
the written word lasts forever
I’m just a little bit excited
I found a hole in the ground that goes to hell
I’m in my riverboat singing now
I’m in my riverboat singing to myself
living to see another day’s the best part
living to see another day’s the best part
walking in rhythm with the tune’s the best part
how could you
they gave you three; they gave me two
I want a little bit of what you got
I’m not jealous I’m covetous
I’m on my motorbike singing now
I’m on my motorbike and the sunset looks like hell
I’m on my little bicycle now
I’m on my little bicycle as the road unfurls ahead
going back into my cocoon’s the best part
going back into my cocoon’s the best part
metamorphosizing with you’s the best part
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[You're Going Fast]
02:00
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Night Pollinators
04:31
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eating a cookie taking a walk with my shirt off
the Domino’s Pizza Prius still stalks the Five Sisters and
I don’t know when I’m gonna see you again
one two three four is what the clock reads
I’m in the Treehouse with my germinating seeds and
I still don’t know when I’m gonna see you again
sitting around, doing nothing’s become my main philosophy
after a lot of repetition, letting go of it, I can feel a little bit free
I can’t wait ‘til I see you again
my palms and soles feel like the sticky side of the Post-It note
keepin’ it quiet in here ‘cause the folks next door went to bed like two hours ago
I’m just about to see you again
one one zero is what the clock reads
little Buddha statue with a face like a tangerine and
the sky splits open and I see you again
the door cracks slightly and I see you again
the bullfrog’s croaking and I see you again
the song is over when I see you again
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6. |
Crinkled Note
04:00
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thought lingers, disappears, comes again
crinkled forehead glistening in 2010
sun bursts the northside of the bottleneck
she laughed like a dice roll and then she said
no disturbance
when it happens (yeah)
life lingers, disappears, comes again
crinkled note in my pocket incense scents
sun blasts a beach towel to the stretched-out east
her breath like two crickets while we fall asleep
no disturbance
when it happens
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Bingo
03:13
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I wanna calm down with you again
I wanna calm down with you again
In my room with the glitter lamp bubbling
In my room with the comforter comforting us
d’y'wanna calm down with me again?
d'y'wanna calm down with me again?
In your room with the bingo cards fluttering
In your room with the window slightly open
when it seems like the world is dying
when it feels like the world is already dead
when it seems like the world’s on hospice
when it feels like the world’s written its last will and testament
when it seems like the world’s overdosing
frothing at the mouth, limbs thrashing
when it feels like the world’s dying
when it seems like
when it seems like
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it's never on the inside
the way it looks from the outside
it's never on the outside
the way it looks from the inside
it's never on the inside
the way it looks from the inside
it's never on the outside
the way it looks from the outside
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Whimmers Burlington, Vermont
///
/// Tim
/// Halteman
soundcloud.com
whimmers
timscotthalteman
@gmail.com
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