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Everything still waits for me
To let it sail upon the sea
to let it grow all it’s weeds
I’m out too deep in the stream
And lose myself irretrievably
In the mouth of God when he’s swallowing
The sun will set on my needs
And leave me here instead to seek
To hear a song in a fever dream
The death of God will set me free
To finally find out what I mean
When I name the nameless thing
The crashing waves still call my name
To come and kiss green mermaids
And let them bathe me in their embrace
I find a way to loose the chains
After all the wine will relax my veins
And bring my mind back into my brain
My listlessness turns me to gray
And leaves me here to waste away
Waiting for some sacred stage
Where Gabriel unlocks heaven’s gate
And I cross over into fate
But I’m still stuck in this fucking place
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Honey from the Hive
03:38
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How did you become a prophet?
How did your feet float off it?
What was the way up?
How did you finish the cup?
On and on I look beyond the gray
I've been sweating out
Someone else's doubt
Softness hides inside
I'm looking for a place
Unashamed, unerased
Honey from the hive
What was the way out
I'm looking to drink from the spout
I’m ungrounded, I’m looking for a field to harvest
So I’ve been looking in every door
Cutting to every core
I can’t help believe and that something waits for me
I've been sweating out
Someone else's doubt
Softness hides inside
I'm looking for a place
Unashamed, unerased
Honey from the hive
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Something Will Seduce Me
05:28
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Our followers have departed
Our leader has been martyred
But he said to me
Something will seduce me
And I should follow it into the water
I hang around the temple
I’m hauling bricks for the Tower of Babel
But my dreams are getting stranger
I’m visiting with angels
They’re telling me to take up the mantle
What’s the price I pay to see this through?
What’s the price I pay to see this through?
I’m hitting every ceiling
Of the moments of my meaning
But I’m pregnant with a baby
That one day will reclaim me
I’m clearing out my things
What’s the price I pay to see this through?
What’s the price I pay to see this through?
I’m being lulled into this dream
I’m being pulled into the stream
I will sacrifice
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I’m dreaming of becoming new
I’m dreaming of being seduced
You said let everything happen to you
Because in order to gain you gain something to lose
So I’m giving myself
I’m giving myself to glue
I was sucking on an icicle
I was drinking from a thimble
You said the meat was in the middle
But now I’m in act three
And I’m getting hungry
So I’m forgiving myself
For giving myself to leave
I was thinking of running away
I’ve been searching for the thing I should create
Playing it way too safe
Since John the Baptist’s head came in on a plate
But I just can’t waste this
I just can’t wait for the world to change
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The Mirror Phase
04:29
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I've thrown myself at this
What if I lose this?
What will I love?
What will I give at the end?
How many times can I begin?
I was a chosen few
Picked from the blooms
But now I see I’m just like you
Waiting in the back room
Avoiding life until I break throug
I’m growing to seed what I’ve sown
Alone
I’m losing my leads as I go
And I know it’s gone
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Pull Me Out of the White
04:05
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My whole life I held
This promise—if I waited
I’d hear the sonnet
Of my longing
My chest would heave
My spine would soften
I’ve been
Listening for a tide
To pull me out of the white
And into purple
Congregated, my family
Sings over me
You will grow to see
Deep unto deep
The fire in the earth
Is spreading to the fields
I heard it from miles and miles away
It made me quake
With love and hate
For this deep
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Tired of Art
06:08
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Hanging on indecision
Hanging by a tiny thread
I want real purpose
I want to deserve this
I want to believe
I want the real thing
I want to give everything I have
I tried to be true
I was trying to be consumed
Metastasize the truth
’Til it’s weaponized to break me through
I’m living in a desperate age
A floodlight in the night demanding day
But I need the darkness
I’m tired of catharsis
I’m tired of art
I’ve read too much Jean Paul Sartre
I think it’s time to admit I’ve changed
I tried to be true
I was trying be consumed
The spotlight was confused
Or maybe I chose the wrong muse
I became a whore to proclaim
The word of the Lord in search of fame
I was so pornographic
Going down on the mattress
Peddling belief
Trying to get paid for prophecy
Trying to win without admitting I played
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8. |
Out of Sleep
06:29
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All that’s left
Is to accept
The fate of an idiot
‘Cause this time
I find it hard to fight
The unbearable light
And I can’t create
Forever from a life of pain
But will I feel the weight?
So I’m trying to reply
To the silent cry
That calls me in the night
So can’t you see
What you expect of me?
To feel what I used to feel?
Do not tell me it doesn’t matter
Do not tell me it’s not important
I slept my sleep
I dreamt my dream
But I found a well of water
Now I see
That to come out of sleep
I’ve got to let it all in
I’m being born again
I can’t repent
For both sides of the fence
I found a well of water
I’m being born again
I’m being born again
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Endless Forms Tulsa, Oklahoma
Endless Forms is the dream pop music of Justin Allen. It's big. It's subtle.
www.endlessformsmusic.com
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