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Yet again the wheel turns,
it turns and it turns and it turns and it turns and it...
Yet again the wheel turns,
it turns and it turns and it turns and it turns.
Maybe we will meet again,
and again and again and again and again and again and...
Maybe we will meet again,
and again and again and again and again.
You should be on my side
and I should be on yours.
You are the one who must define
who teaches and who follows.
Yet again the wheel turns,
it turns and it turns and it turns and it turns and it...
Yet again the wheel turns,
it turns and it turns and it turns and it turns.
Maybe we will meet again,
and again and again and again and again and again and...
Maybe we will meet again,
and again and again and again and again.
The fever dreams are returning,
the terror is my friend.
I miss him when he’s gone for a while,
but he helps me make my bed, when it’s over.
Yet again the wheel turns,
it turns and it turns and it turns and it turns and it...
Yet again the wheel turns,
it turns and it turns and it turns and it turns.
Maybe we will meet again,
and again and again and again and again and again and...
Maybe we will meet again,
and again and again and again and again.
The oracle inside the screen,
I tell her all my fears.
O Pythia, you must remind me —
what is it you hear?
Am I a prophet too, I wonder?
The things I see are too real.
I need to find some kind of juncture
where time begins to peel.
Where time begins to peel,
where time begins...
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Yolk
04:49
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I’m a wheel you’re turning till the edge appears.
I’m a wheel you’re turning to the edge.
I’m a fire you’re making, we’ll be celebrating
when the axle summons the spoke.
I’m a dream recurring, I’m a gut that’s churning
at the thought of saying the oath.
I’m a wheel that’s turning, I’m a mother yearning
for the ‘cosm inside the yolk.
Oh, in the yolk, in the yolk.
In the yolk, in the yolk.
I’ll see you in the morning like every other morning,
and I’ll see you in the evening with my doubts.
I’ll see you in the morning like every other morning,
and I’ll see you in the evening without
knowing where I stand, where I stand,
knowing where I stand, where I stand.
The halls I had known came down like a cleaver,
so I tied up my yoke to something familiar.
Oh, I’ll get back to you when the day is done,
oh, I’ll get back to you when my life is over.
I’ll get back to you when my time is up,
oh, I’ll get back to you when my life is over.
I’m an altar burning, the aroma swerving
through the columns and doorways of old.
I’m a light that’s flying towards the end of time and
god, show me what’s inside the yolk.
When will I know, will I know?
When will I know, will I know?
When will I know what’s inside the yolk?
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PseudoReligion
05:13
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This pseudo-religion I go on believing
has no body or face that I kneel before.
Am I a fool for seeking clarity
when I know that nothing will ever be clear?
The sky is open for business
and we are all in it. We are all in it.
Take it or leave it, my lasting impression.
I am a fossil.
I built a house of trilobites
where you can live when you are older
and I will make a soft bed for you at the bottom of the pool.
Shed a tear for an honest man and forgive yourself for it.
The pleasure of life is to linger,
to float upon moments like feather on water.
The sunlight is always indifferent
to every shadow and every cowerer.
The living being has been discontinued.
I am so sorry. I should have let you know.
Am I a fool for seeking clarity
when I know that nothing will ever be clear?
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Slice in the Mouth
03:55
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Anyway, I’ve given up
finding people to adore.
Anyway, give me a break,
at least I wake up every day! (okay)
A slice in the mouth is as sweet as can be.
A life figured out is a tragedy. (aww)
Goodbye to the mastodon, goodbye to the sheep. (bye-bye)
Goodbye to the albatross I’ll never meet! (see you later)
Goodbye to the albatross I’ll never meet!
Anyway, I’m clinging on
to the faces that I know.
Anyway, figure it out,
or you gotta let it go.
A slice in the mouth is as sweet as can be.
A life figured out is a tragedy.
Goodbye to the apple and goodbye to the peach.
Goodbye to the apricot I’ll never eat!
Goodbye to the apricot I’ll never eat!
A slice in the mouth is as sweet as can be.
A life figured out is a tragedy.
Goodbye to the mastodon, goodbye to the sheep.
Goodbye to the albatross I’ll never meet!
Goodbye to the albatross I’ll never meet!
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Life Is Over
03:37
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Is it an omen?
I can’t seem to shake it.
I feel so helpless,
and I can’t explain it.
Oh, I’ll give back to you all the things I’ve done,
oh, I’ll give back to you all the time I’ve wasted.
I’ll give back to you all the days I’ve had,
oh, I’ll give back to you all the time I’ve wasted.
Is it an ocean?
Or is it an ending?
Tell me devotion
is worth what I’m spending.
Oh, I’ll get back to you when the day is done,
oh, I’ll get back to you when my life is over.
I’ll get back to you when our time is up,
oh, I’ll get back to you when my life is over.
Then I woke up that rainy day,
only to watch the hours sway.
It’s in your eyes,
it’s in your eyes,
it’s in your eyes,
Ii’s in your eyes,
just for today.
Show me a locus
of power and pleasure.
I’ll ask you a question
you’ve never answered.
Will you come back to me when the day is done?
Will you come back to me when your life is over?
Oh, come back to me when our time is up,
will you come back to me when this is all over?
Oh, come back to me when the day is done,
will you come back to me when your life is over?
Oh, come back to me when our time is up,
will you come back to me when this is all over?
Oh, I’ll get back to you when the day is done,
oh, I’ll get back to you when my life is over.
I’ll get back to you when our time is up,
oh, I’ll get back to you when my life is over.
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Knowing
05:14
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While the hands are waiting to be wound,
one thought is caught up in the stillness.
And then it’s crawling to the surface,
quivering on the open mouth.
If I was looking for an answer,
I would not find it on a tongue.
But I’m not looking for an answer — I prefer never knowing.
Some kind of phosphene disturbance inside this ritual of mine,
a shaft of pink light coming out my face.
A blue tunnel I can never quite reach.
Why do all the colours never look the same?
I’m just a naked pair of eyes,
blinking in the darkness.
I’m a tendril on the stem of comprehension.
I get all my fear from you,
but I have no one to blame.
Why isn’t there a name for it?
I’m just a naked pair of eyes,
blinking in the darkness:
how much longer must I stare?
A cool manner, a biting retort —
how can the clock hands greet me with a solemn face?
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Oh, I woke up that rainy day,
shimmering down my window pane.
Shivering in a warm bed,
these days I feel like something’s changed.
It’s in your eyes,
it’s in your eyes,
it’s in your eyes,
our gloaming day.
Every Fall, I fall in love.
Withering life just turns me on.
All of my dermal coating
carries my floating body.
I picture you walking along my spine.
Living my life on a wheel,
turning through every number.
You always seem to be
ageless as war and weather.
Where should I go,
where should I go,
where should I go?
Say it to me,
say it to me,
say it again.
It’s in your eyes,
it’s in your eyes,
it’s in your eyes,
our love is old.
The pleasure of life is to linger,
but I cannot linger anymore
on a thought that’s so fleeting,
on a word without meaning to you.
Oh, the earthquake is coming
and people are mumbling
in languages they’ve never used.
Every warning’s like a whisper,
every shout heard as a whimper.
Will I grow up to be just like you?
Find me a wife and children
before I marry you again.
Shatter me like an oyster,
loyalty bends sometimes.
Singing my teeth out of my head,
I’m not a martyr.
You never lie,
you never lie,
you never lie.
You never lie,
you never lie,
you never lie.
It’s in your eyes,
it’s in your eyes,
it’s in your eyes.
I always fall in love.
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Silver Trail
05:10
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I think I've just fallen out of love
It was sudden like a finger breaking
A stray hair laying on a pillow —
I don't wanna have to deal with that
No, I don't wanna have to deal with that
I don't wanna have to deal with that
No, I don't wanna have to deal with that
Why would I not show you how I feel?
Why would I keep it all a secret?
I am only a slug in the woods
leaving nothing but a silver trail
A skeletal bear dying in my arms
Her fur is white and wet and matted
I marched in the streets for that
A Friday in September
And what did it do but fill me with worry?
And I don't wanna have to deal with that
No, I don't wanna have to deal with that
No, I don't wanna have to deal with that
I don't wanna have to deal with that
But like, whatever, it rarely comes when you want it
When you want it
When you want it
When you want it
I go back to my house
I live on a hill
At the door there is a man
resting on the sill
A sliver of silence before he speaks
Swallowing the words on his tongue
How am I supposed to deal with that?
Yeah, how am I supposed to deal with that?
Yeah, how am I supposed to deal with that?
Yeah, how am I supposed to deal with that?
Here comes the spiral I drew from the navel
And the old maid wanders back to the cradle
And the old ways die in the light of the day
But the old things never really go away
But like, whatever, it rarely comes when you want it
When you want it
When you want it
When you want it
Yeah, leave me alone with everyone I know
And I'll look you in the eyes when I'm older than you
But you're older than me
How can that be?
How can that be?
How can that be?
© Wallgrin 2021
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At Rest
03:01
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There's a fire in the sky I could never put out,
and the air, all around, I could never breathe all of.
Water will remain undrunk, and the earth will stay untilled.
And I say it's for the better, that it lets itself be still for now.
Will we let ourselves be still?
Will you let yourself be still?
Will you let yourself be?
And I only had a single breath
to gather myself up again
before the end of time.
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Wallgrin Vancouver, British Columbia
bronze age pop / bardcore
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