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T.O.P.Y. Blues
05:43
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I traveled back in time, back to the ocean
I didn’t know what I would find
I didn't know what I would find
Not remembering what I'd lost
Couldn't remember what I'd lost
I’ve come back with only traces of faces and names of those left behind.
I've come back with traces of faces of names of those left behind.
So many of them are no longer here.
Real and flat names blur. So do I.
I've come back with traces of faces of names left behind.
But the mountains are the same,
The mountains taunting me, trying to get me commit to their form of change.
The desert sands cemented in an hourglass shape - pressed firmly against my face.
I've come back with traces of faces of names left behind.
I've traveled back in time, back to to the ocean
I didn't know what I would find
I didn't know what I would find
I only have traces of faces of names left behind.
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2. |
Walk the Waves
03:11
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Walk the waves,
Walk the waves with me
Walk the waves with me.
Walk the fire
Walk the fire with me
Build the fire higher
Walk the fire with me
Walk the sky
Walk the sky with me
Get real high
Walk the sky with me
Walk the land
Walk the land with me
Walk the land
Walk the land till we are free
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3. |
12.23.2023 (1)
02:43
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4. |
Soon Enough
05:37
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Soon enough we'll get there
Soon enough my dear
Soon enough we'll get there
Soon enough my dear
There's nothing you need to bring with you
There's nothing you need but to fear to stay hear
When we get there there's nothing you need
Save these two small beads to put upon my eyes
When I look to the skies.
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5. |
12.23.2023 (2)
06:29
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6. |
Never the Same
04:06
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Never the same without you
I wish they would have known you
Maybe they could have saved us
Now its got to be rosy without you
The lights still come on
Just like they will when I'm gone
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7. |
Blight is Beauty
06:21
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I wish that I could adequately articulate it
The threads are light and silvery and hard to see.
They are also soaked in suffering and horror
it’s hard to look and remain in right mind, admittedly.
I admit it.
When the world is unsafe,
perspectives are shifted to a point
way off over there afar.
When threatened
some learn how to become hidden.
There are ghosts,
there are people in between
there are people you don’t see
I do not proclaim to walk in that world,
but I have taken and been given shelter
by its compassion and it’s twisted protection.
For some poverty is protection,
blight is beauty and weeds are medicine.
There is a whole N’other system.
For those who grew up broken
They protect themselves by being forgotten
Cutting the wires, alone, abandoned
Like a Billboard on a deserted highway
Like a tag sprayed on a forgotten cut
Like a message on the radio at 5 am
Like bad music made by cheap AI
Like a meme coming out a shadow banned account
For some poverty is protection,
blight is beauty and weeds are medicine.
There is a whole N’other system.
For those who grew up broken
They protect themselves by being forgotten
Cutting the wires, alone, abandoned
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8. |
Walk the Sky
04:06
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Walk the waves,
Walk the waves with me
Walk the waves with me.
Walk the fire
Walk the fire with me
Build the fire higher
Walk the fire with me
Walk the sky
Walk the sky with me
Get real high
Walk the sky with me
Walk the land
Walk the land with me
Walk the land
Walk the land till we are free
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9. |
2023
14:57
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Eden Bloom Detroit, Michigan
Writer, Artist, Musician, Father, Detroiter
linktr.ee/edenbloom2023
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