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on patience
02:07
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hazy shadows, porch light up ahead,
nine a.m. each day. no choices, each day.
nine a.m. each day. no choices, each day.
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2. |
football season
05:30
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I'll be all cracked, yellow-white,
Splintered and littered.
This is the way I usually am,
This is who I've always been
For the moment.
It's so loud,
It drips down
It's so loud.
I'm so full, I'm starving,
I can't stop waiting.
I'm so full, I'm starving,
I can't stop waiting.
Late nights are a body's enemy,
Teeth crusted over.
I feel too old, too fast,
I'm waking up,
I'm blinded.
I'm so full, I'm starving,
I can't stop waiting.
I'm so full, I'm starving,
I can't stop waiting.
For the moment it's alright,
Legs kicked out or neck pushed back,
Either way it's not how I usually am,
Broken wrist, it's not what she wanted.
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3. |
colorwheel
03:31
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Five years and not a moment gained,
I'm no wiser.
All of my friends are rusted out,
Held together by masking tape,
Such an appropriate thing,
Kept in motion.
What of these figures we've made?
Our fingers are stained,
Charcoals and pastels that we want.
We'll hide our hands away,
What of these figures we've made?
Our hands are stained,
What do they see anyways?
Dressed up with paint,
What's an appropriate thing?
When I'm broken down, pulled along by strings of who
I want to be, I know what I am.
Who I want to be, I know what I am.
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4. |
funny games
04:57
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Sitting in a room, I remember you
Telling me fossils were calling you,
And you, clicked off again.
I can't help but feel alone, can't help but feel regret,
Tiny things in tiny spaces
They control everything.
Sitting in a room I remember you
Telling me your past
Failed awkward fumblings,
Failed awkward fumbling again.
Tiny things, Tiny spaces.
I couldn't trust my arms to,
Not bump around in this cramped hall.
When you fell asleep, and I carried you to bed
I kept my mouth closed,
I left.
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We were once,
A hundred burnt anxious tongues,
Lap away fear.
Bathed in sunlight,
Light that lines us,
Blistered our lungs,
Now we are all rolled eyes,
Numbed cautious tongues,
Our trembling fingers,
Know the sky.
Our arms are tired,
From holding this thing up,
Expectations of something,
We're not
Brave we're alone,
Brave we're alone.
We are not brave,
We are alone.
We are not brave,
We are alone.
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6. |
on absence/on return
06:26
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Your picture holds against others,
I draw lines from,
My place to yours.
Tell me your goals,
I'm a photo on screen,
I'm a bed on the floor,
I'm crooked necked sleep.
I grow paler still,
Because no matter
Where I am, I'm still indoors.
Tell me your goals,
I'm a photo on screen,
I'm a bed on the floor,
I'm crooked necked sleep.
My skin becomes clear,
Tomorrow clearer.
But I am drifting home,
I am drifting home.
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Juna Atlanta, Georgia
Juna is Hunter Whitehead, Sasha Schilbrack-Cole, Kenneth Driggers, Mikey Heptinstal and Garrett Knighton
Contact: band.juna@gmail.com
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