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Arecibo Message
01:33
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Ho Chi Minh City Kush
06:32
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At the beach
I looked at the trees
Their fronds swaying
Like incense in church
I hold my bag to my chest
Choke a roach in the sand
I’m wearing my YSL
I’m high as hell
8 minutes for a grand
I appreciate the hustle and I understand
There is nothing sweeter
Than beating the world
Nothing sweeter
Than feeling this unfurled
The drench of the sun
As it slips through the palms
Reminds me of that
Remember that
Do you want to take a swim?
Go somewhere nice?
What about Portugal?
It’s not so far
Thugger Thugger
Give me strength in this world now and forever
Like to ask my baby
How she really feels
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3. |
France Beat
04:27
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The lit castor oil
Like blushing heroin on tin foil
Playing tigers with the room’s shadowed corners
And I drew you out of them
Like bullets sunk in the sand
Like light bleeding through the gaps in your hand
Like a new geometry
Like you striking matches on me
Put the leaves on me
Write the words down in white chalk
Keep the leaves on me
Keep me feeling like panned gold
Into a blue blue room
I pour you
And if the moon
Was typecast to fright us
And the stars went running down the stairs
To you
Wearing strange, ragged clothes
Then could you make me think of two birds in France?
Put the leaves on me
Write the words down in white chalk
Keep the leaves on me
Keep me feeling like panned gold
Put the leaves on me
Write the words down in white chalk
Keep the leaves on me
Keep me feeling like panned gold
I’ve been looking in the sand
I’ve been looking through the gaps in my hand
I’ve tanked up my car
Put the leaves on me
Keep the leaves on me
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4. |
CD Loop
04:24
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The jungle’s cold at night
Some kinda Escher-painting-patterns made by the last light
And I’m feeling kinda hyper, kinda hazy
Dick the colour of sesame
Piss smelling like poppy seed
Hits the ground softly
Like frog’s feet
Constant comfort
Constant disappointment
Paid too much attention to the sound of banging gavels heard em echoing in chambers too enormous thought their size decreed importance
Ran the gauntlet of the foreign
Realised many things in life are cordoned
That pain was peak
Don’t seem real and nor do the trees
Leave Earth’s realm with ease
See somebody swimming in the sea
Turns out it’s me
Ask him if he’s ever thought of getting out like I did
Delete himself a bit
Out here amidst fine tropical mist
Fucked up, I’ll be the first to admit
But kinda happy with it
Hoovering up diamonds like they sell em on sticks
Felt like a two-sided shape
So what say you to joining me? After all, you’ve been me
Then we both noticed some alligator or other
Crouched in the bay’s corner
Somebody had propped its mouth open with a twig
And he called from the sea, answering me – ‘If I were a crocodile I’d break that stick’
Cellphone’s dead, lost in the desert
Eye of the sun, body feels different
Meet you in time, sing to each other
Merge in the sound, sound of another
Cellphone’s dead, lost in the desert
Eye of the sun, body feels different
Meet you in time, sing to each other
Merge in the sound, sound of another
Bottle the air that hangs on the mountain
Ancestor found, existence undoubted
Take in the feel of the tilted axis
Hand on the wheel, put it in practice
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Eli (Shell Down)
05:48
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I hit him up on the email, he didn’t say shit back
Sent him another message, changed to a blunter tack:
‘Oh Elijah, why’d you do it?’
He’d no reason to
He acted like he didn’t know ya
Walked by ya
Denied ya
Elijah
I don’t think one saves Eli
Men like him stay denied
Begs the question why I tried
When I don’t think you can fix what’s inside
He’d no reason to
He acted like he didn’t know ya
Walked by ya
Denied ya
You’d no reason to
I guess you just felt compelled ta
Had him dealt with
Red and weltered
Elijah
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