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Eater Syria
03:57
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What are your thoughts on the subject, Sweetheart?
What are your thoughts on the subject, Neighbor?
You closed your eyes...
Keep your missles.
The sound of your mouth.
What are your thoughts on the subject, Sweetheart?
What are your thoughts on the subject, Neighbor?
You closed your eyes...
Right or Left
The sounds have entered the house.
Cooking Lamb.
My daughter welcomes them as guests.
Create peace.
A silent sound.
A human without a memory is the memory of a human.
Fatigue without motion is goat shit.
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2. |
Note 14
05:32
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This is a Song From Note 14 or time.
Men Locked in Elbows,
dancing Piping.
Dreams of Green,
Orange Groves,
Green Ones.
While Women Turn,
Each Alone.
Faithful,
As Desert Clouds.
Singing
Inherit this.
inherit this.
inherit this.
Get it even on your ribs boy!
Like
Invisible, visible
school grade glue.
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3. |
Sides
05:32
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Sides
Both From Sea
Sea From
To Sea
Both Sides
Sides
Both From Sea
Sea From
To Sea
Both Sides
As Border Patrol
Gone Flat
And Cream Rows, Cream Rose
And Teams Chose-_- Unraveled
Maaps.
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4. |
So White
03:54
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Ive been wading water (migh)
wadi turned me brown and out,
budding in high B.
Its like feeling oil,
cold pond my caliber.
Is decidedly my likes.
How is it a game?
Made by sawed off tropes and interest.
Prudent shogunly.
Singular and fine,
unique by rust and muddy chemistry.
Garden windows saw my sight.
So white white white.
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5. |
B.N.T.E
07:34
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My Daughter
Of 10 Years
Had only smelled
Televised Air
We were outside.
Where Outside, we were:
"hold my hand,
sweetheart"
When arrived a question:
father,
sweetheart;
"could you pour me the water from my well,
my eye"
father,
Sweetheart;
"These cups of coffee have occupied me"
__________-------___-------------------_
The Sounds, went
The Screams, came
"Hold my hand"
A Body, without
without, A Body:
A mixture
Is this what you used to say?
"there will be a day,
your brain opens."
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6. |
Blood Moon
03:02
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Im your BloodMoon.
Flesh cratered from milked
Tasted stopped and tested
For another to keep its silk.
The bright under the bridge
Keeping it up.
Im that blood-moon
Bit bit bit by bit.
Soaped by wipe
To polish a think.
Cause Im that blood-moon
Prop the fool, the mob, the had-magiced
(Cause)
I am keeping it all in.
(Cause)
I like the lick to know to stop.
(When)
Struten to sucked strength keep its present.
(and)
Blood-moons come out to deflect
to steady the hats that grow
and we swept unseen
descriptively unknown.
Blood-moons done good to not.
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7. |
The Vaguries Suite
06:08
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I Found The accident In between somewhere and south and late with peninsula imitate esque was its essence so I lingered there for awhile too and thought digits white purple grey and a song somewhere like by someone blind or villa-lobos or a song somewhere like by someone blind or villa-lobos.
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8. |
A Golden Wrapper
05:39
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9. |
TWIAFTP
02:48
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Boy Cries Like Sheep
I told him
"its a simple thing."
Dreams take its time
And dreams
Turn Hollow senses.
Once I went Blank.
At Thought
What am I, This Thing.
Boy Cries Like Sheep
But Can't Spell...
Tracheotomy
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DUNUMS Durham, North Carolina
Arty, noisey, post-rock, bedroom fake-jazz for a free Palestine. DUNUMS is the improvisations and churnings of Sijal Nasralla. Blending memory and homeland heartache into feelingsfull sonic moments on family, love, rage, and how "God" will always be greater. ... more
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