1. |
Mud Wood Stone
04:23
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Water on the table
Floating radio
You don't know
Who this woman really is
Fold the clothes on the
White window sill
Just to wear them
Deep in the sand
It's quiet down the stairs
It's quieter than you have ever known
But up in here
The sweetest fire the mud the tears
The sweetest fire the mud the tears
Oh nothing on the walls
Nothing but the wood
My bare feet touching the stone
Holds herself
With both her hands
Tends to the burning
Born within
Carries a daughter
A sister, mother
All love exists
In her ocean
It's quiet down the stairs
It's quieter than you have ever known
But up in here
The sweetest fire the mud the tears
Oh nothing on the walls
Nothing but the wood
My bare feet touching the stone
Nothing on the walls
Nothing but the wood
My bare feet touching the stone
Nothing on the walls
Nothing but the wood
My bare feet touching the stone
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2. |
Cycle
03:19
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I am not my body
It gets low and heavy
Feeling I've got to take it slow
When all around gets entangled
In the pretty picture of the city
Sorry but I can't go today
My body can't hold in all this feeling
Rubies gold don't wanna lose
All my meaning years of treasure
In the pretty picture of the city
Don't you understand
I'm not making any excuses
I just go with it
I just breathe it in
The cycle
I've got the sea in my belly
Turning tide in the morning
Stay with me
Rest your head
It's okay, don't rush through the end
Don't you understand
I'm not making any excuses
I just go with it
I just breathe it in
The cycle
I breathe it in
We breathe
I breathe it in
Don't you understand
I just breathe it in
Don't you understand, don't you
In the city
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3. |
Pancit
03:11
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She was born out of golden fire
Bamboo beds shared with sister
Bible verses on the walls of cars
A bow in her hair dusty schoolyard
Overseas family
Overseas money
Sending it back to mommy
She will always be
The singing child
From a golden fire
She will always be
The singing child
From a golden fire
The sailors at the navy base
Passed a hat to keep her singing
My sister was born in mom's country
But no one speaks of her daddy
Overseas family
Overseas money
Sending it back to mommy
Sending it back to mommy
Another baby
Another baby
She will always be
The singing child
From a golden fire
She will always be
The singing child
From a golden fire
Overseas family
Overseas money
Sending it back to mommy
Sending it back to mommy
Four babies like me
Four babies like me
Always tryna find a home
Always feeling alone
Feeling alone
(when I sing I feel the world
Buong mundo
and the weight inside of me
is lifted by the spirit
spirito spirito
and the spirit takes me to a place where I can breathe
Na ka hinga ako
and there is no question
when I sing I'm free
Malaya ang kalooban ko
kapag kumakanta ako
when I sing I'm free
Malaya ang kalooban ko
kapag kumakanta ako)
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4. |
These Expressions
00:16
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These expressions
I offer
I offer up
These expressions
I offer up
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5. |
It's Raining in Here
03:42
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Nobody knows
How far it would take me
Without a fight
Comes on with the nighttime
And a little disappointment
Where did you come from
The match is burning and touching my fingers
I don't even feel it
Don't even feel
I'm gonna make it out of here talking to the rain
You're not gonna take me on a walk tonight
I'm gonna make it out of here talking to the rain
You're not gonna take me on a walk tonight
Cold water
All along the pavement
Walking on bare feet
Each time I notice the wind at my shoulders
Nothing feels better
Nothing feels
I'm gonna make it out of here talking to the rain
You're not gonna take me on a walk tonight
I'm gonna make it out of here talking to the rain
You're not gonna take me on a walk tonight
Oh no you don't belong here
Don't belong here
Don't take me
Oh no you don't belong here
Don't belong here
Don't take me
Oh no you don't belong here
Don't belong here
Don't take me
Oh no you don't belong here
Don't belong here
Don't take me
Goes away in the end
It goes away in the end
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6. |
Cocoon
02:58
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I tried out online meditation today
Enfolded all the people I love
In hues of roses
I picture the purest one
And send all I have
Little one knows everything
She holds all the meaning
I can give you all of me
But accept little feeling
Wrapped up in color
I know what's true
We're all in this together
I'm with me you're with you
The thread goes on all around
It's all up in the street
Connecting all the weak, the warrior, wanderer
in the city
Here comes Friday again
My love still is sleeping
The cat is on the window sill
The headache is calling
I picture the purest one
And paint all my colors
Wrap myself in this cocoon
We all have the power
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7. |
All We Can Do
04:15
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Open up the window
I want to let the rain in
While my out of tune letter
Bears it all I send it off
Extra time or extra pressure
Who are we to be the judge
Drums are in the bedroom
We have all we need to laugh it out
It's all
All we can do, can do, can do
It's all
All we can break, can break, can break
It's all
All we can do, can do, can do
It's all
It's all
All we can do, can do, can do
It's all
All we can break, can break, can break
It's all
All we can do, can do, can do
It's all
All we can break, can break, can break
It's all
Who really wants what others
Say is so astounding
It's too much
Nothing has to mean something
Nothing has to
Nothing
Has to mean
It's all too much
It's all too much now
It's all, it's all, it's all, it's all too much now
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8. |
Until This is Over
04:06
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Is this really all
All we ever had
If I'd know
Maybe I'd take it all back
Who's got the time
To ponder an end
I won't see you
Until this is over
Until this is over
Until this is over
Tomorrow my friend
Is flying away
She knows all of me
She feels everything
There's really no time
For a good goodbye
It's all we can do
We these shaking hands
Until this is over
Until this is over
Until this is over
Until this is over
Electric voices
Talking to me
My eyes are burning
My eyes are burning
Electric voices
Talking to me
My eyes are burning
My eyes are burning
Electric voices
Talking to me
My eyes are burning
My eyes are burning
Electric voices
Talking to me
My eyes are burning
My eyes are burning
Electric voices
Talking to me
My eyes are burning
My eyes are burning
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9. |
Forms
00:38
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The leaves of your form
Memorized the shape
The veins
Are not my own
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10. |
The Willows
03:28
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The willows never die
Only collect dust
In their olden age
Lying atop a large picture
Stretching past the edge
Sometimes I forget to acknowledge them
They go a day or two invisible
From eyes that once deemed them
Most beautiful
Oh I am ashamed
That it must take an effort
Simply to just remember
I note the death tolls each morning
All the while I'm home
With the willows that never die
No one knows
What's the use of it
Ride on to the shore
Use this time
To be productive hey
Is it even up for use
My sister sends
Pictures from the past
I'm stretched out on the floor
There's too much that
I want to do
What's my truest form
I check up on the country
All the while I'm home
With the willows that never die
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11. |
Sugaring
03:30
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Tomorrow won't be the same
I know something's bound to change
And I know you're not responsible
But please, this could be helpful
Oh please
In the evening, come early
In the evening, through the morning
In the morning, stay awhile
Up early and in late
Shallow breathing on the subway
When we plan I think of it
Every hour of the day
In the evening, come early
In the evening, through the morning
In the morning, stay awhile
In the evening, come early
In the evening, through the morning
In the morning, stay awhile
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Crystal Rose Brooklyn, New York
I work to create genuine musical work linking genres and the subject matters of interconnectedness, electrical musings, the human voice, trauma, great love, the every day and the extra.
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