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GLAZER EP

Drugs

I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN LOVE BUT YEAH I’M DOIN IT, I’M DOIN IT.
I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ON DRUGS BUT YEAH I’M DOIN IT, I’M DOIN IT.
ALL THESE FRIENDS KEEP SHOWING ME LOVE AND YEAH I’M SCREWIN IT, I’M SCREWIN IT UP.
FRIENDS KEEP SHOWING ME LOVE AND I’M CHEWIN IT, I’M CHEWIN IT UP.

ALWAYS EXPERIMENTING
cloudy embrace
SUBTLE TASTE OF SPIRAMINT
glazing my face
I JUST WANTED A LIL TASTE

HOLY HINT OF GREENERY,
COME UP TO SOOTHE ME
ENTIRELY.
LET ME PERSPIRE ON THE CONCRETE,
LIVING A SEMILUCID DREAM
PERMANENTLY

I Still Try

FOCUS ON TODAY AND TOMORROW

DON’T DROWN IN THE SORROW OF WEEKS AWAY.

WHILE YOUR TIME EEKS AWAY

YOU’LL HAVE NOTHING TO SAY.

YUP I WAS AN INBRED LIKE MOST OF THE WELL FED IN SOCIETY
SUBURBAN ROMANCE IS JUST REALLY NOT CUT OUT FOR ME
YET EFFORTLESS I DIVE IN, MY COMMAS LET THE RIGHT IN AND THE FLAWS OUT.
SCREAMING THAT “YOU’RE SO DAMN LOUD, THOUGHT IT WAS A THUNDERCLOUD FROM THE LIGHT HOUSE.”

SO GIVE ME CRYSTAL MOUNTAINS
I CAN SEE FOR ETERNITY
THEIR EDGES GLIMMER
LIKE FRESH DEW ON A TREE
THEIR SHIMMERING TELLS STORIES
OF A PASTEL TINTED MORNING,
BLUEST DIAMOND DIPPED IN CHLORINE
PAINTS THE FRAMEWORK OF THIS
NEVER BORING STORY.

CUZ I STILL TRY, OH YEAH, TO IMPRESS YOU.

SO HERE WE GO HERE IS A SONG
TO DEDICATE THOSE WHO BELONG
ITS EVERYONE WHO STOOD UP FOR ME
SEEING VISIONS OF MEPHISTOPHELES
SAYING “HEY GUYS,
WHY DON’T WE JUST GO OUT AND PARTY?”

When Ours Became Yours and Mine

(when i take the stage)
YEAH OK I’M SORRY THAT I WON’T PLAY ALONG WITH YOUR GAME

DAYS THAT I WISH I COULD SAY THAT I DON’T MISS YOU,
ENDING FACE DOWN IN THE PEW.
SMELL CIGARETTES*MOLLY*WHISKEY WHEN I KISS YOU,
WONDERING IF IT COULD BE TRUE.
SO LETS FORGET THE COMET,
ALL THE TIMES THAT WE SAW IT,
WHEN WE DRANK OUR FUTURE
FROM A GOLDEN GOBLET.

SHOULD HAVE TAKEN NO-DOZE
HATERS THROWING NO DOUGH
THEY ALREADY NO THOUGH
THAT I’M GOING SOLO
(when i take the stage)
YUP CHILLIN EATING FRO YO
MASTER OF MY DOJO
DANGEROUSLY LOW THO
POUR ANOTHER SOCO
(when i take the stage)
SKINNY MASTER OF HIS KINGDOM
NEVER GETTING INCOME
SHE IMPARTED A SYMPTOM
PUT MY HEART IN A PRISM
(when i take the stage)

whenoursbecameyoursandmine

DAYS THAT I FISH IN ENDLESS CHASMS OF YOUR VIRTUE,
MORE SENTIMENTAL AT THE PEW
TIGHT LIGAMENTS SOFTEN SLIGHTLY WHEN I KISS YOU,
SO HOW COULD IT BE UNTRUE?
SO LETS FORGET THE COMET,
ALL THE TIMES THAT WE SAW IT,
WHEN WE DRANK OUR FUTURE
FROM A GOLDEN GOBLET.

whenoursbecameyoursandmine

I WANTED YOU TO SEE
THE WORLD LIT UP BRIGHTLY.

 

WAVEY DAZE

Cistern

The cistern, the cavern, where everything is so radiant blue.

(yuh so i was living the wave life, the spray of the water at midnight, crystal gaze in my site, i said alright!)

Maybe I could live this life, far away from the strife.

(yup so i was a crab at the bottom, i scuttled around til I saw them, the divers that silently caught them – the dolphins)

I am not afraid to let the waves carry away. I am not afraid to carry away.

Diver

Standing by the sea as a close friend next to me said, “Someone thank this visionary who saw this picture so clearly – to carve out the patterns and rivers, to pour and to fill and deliver this brilliancy full of coral reefs, endless blue and jellies.

Dive down.

Plunge into that cavern, lunge after it, capture the twists of which you master coming down quite faster than you thought when you get caught by a guy with a mohawk. Forget what you’ve been taught when you get caught by a guy with a mohawk,

Mermaid

Oh she’s pretty, oh she’s lovely (look at her). Oh she’s naked, oh she’s sacred.

Long hair swaying in the breeze, looking like a white flag deceived, the crystal mountain underneath stretches down into the sea.

And then they beat them (watch their heads unhinge and grin and) eat them (like morsels portioned by the tempo) treat them (most sailors are just drunks that taste like spunk, oh wait I mean) seamen.

Oh no, there goes the cabin crew swimming off to the song of the untrue. Harpies do as they do, they sit there just to tempt you. I’ll seal my ears up shut with glue (don’t want to deal with mermaids).

Long hair floating in the breeze. Watching the crystal waves shine.

Feed the Heart / Galapagos

7am. Waking up in the morning to the pale blue light. She is standing like a lighthouse on the dock. I was cold, and she was cold, and we were right to float apart like boats in dark crashing on rocks.

So we go, swim real slow, cause we are all wetter than ever. Maybe it’s better to pull up the anchor.

The waves crashing, the crew was all dashing to secure the lifeboats – carrying totes with remote radios and rations. The passion that could conjure a storm such as this is akin to the passion I pissed, way into the sea when you still loved me and the gulls weren’t circling the carcass of us. The radius is shrinking like fish are unblinking, like the warfmans keys keep clinking and my heart keeps sinking. Still trying to hear the singing of humpbacks hoping I can jump back into the pool but I don’t feel cool anymore. Feeling foolish and warm without your water for my fire, that perfect storm I miss the most makes me want to escape to the Galapagos.

Submerse

If you dive you’ll realize the coldest depths have been inside the whole time and if you cry, the tears will dry, but rivers always tend to slide no matter how you try. So swim with me in ecstasy, we’ll get across this blackened sea as we subvert our feeling to rivulets streaming.

Here in my tide pool (i was slapping and lapping to the beat of the surf), here where the water’s cool (defending and rendering the tides of my turf), here where the waves rule (they collect debris then rinse and repeat), it circulates just like a spool (the process that resets the ocean to unrest).

Never bother, just keep treading water and you’ll find the current will die down real soon, and even if you can’t swim it’s ok, your distance is only the length from one shore to the other.

Flowing, the ocean remains foreboding,
as you drown in it, drowning in the spit
of my flow that glows when I get low in the deep.
Bioluminescent revelries resonate underseas,
as well as over them, spanning nautical degrees.
Poisonous anemones, the posture of my enemies
is slouched into a coast carved couch
and if you’re feigning doubt then just cut that shit out.
I command every fresh water trout,
every mean mugging shark and dolphin
I’m the storm that’ll sink the gulf in
with hurricane sayings never mundane sprayings
from emcees that forget that their chain hangs
getting rusty in my waters,
forget about their daughters feeling my waves getting hotter –
as I submerse into her so warm she think she gonna steep,
she says “now I understand why they call you king of the deep.”

Aquariumsome

Something is bubbling down there.
(Someone) is loving the warm air.
(Would you like) to come to my seabed?
Wanting the floating, our pieces all bloating
and red.

Your touch is like the swell of the tide, containing oceans of life inside.
Never realized how treacherous this cavern gets once the sediment sets.

So I was marine life suspended in motion.
Forever the ocean and all of its potions.
You keep the whores and the shores and the lotion
and I will just dead man float away in an aquatic display, leaving you in a wavey daze.
Seaweed is constant maze but everywhere you look you are amazed.

When you come to, I will swim to you darling.

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FLAMINGOS EP

Jolly Ranchers

You’re hungry,
you’re tired,
you’re coming my way
and you want to see if I taste like candy,
to rid your mouth of that stale taste of brandy.

Maybe you just think I’m cute, hey, I don’t know.
Maybe you just want a crew and run the show
With some raspberry blue like an ocean flow.
Either way, we grab our change and we go.

Let it float calmly into your head
And caramelize always, carving the debt
Of your sweet dreams my sweet tea,
never sugar free.

Smacking ball bearings is the sound of couples pairing in a dimly lit club with a disco beat blaring everyone staring at the ocean of commotion where a couple of conch shaped cogs are set in motion fluidly but stupidly never to act truthfully I left because the bartender was rude to me. A mojito wont fix my broken ego.

Maybe I just think you’re true but how to know?

When we’re sitting in a booth under lamp glow
do I fill your sweet tooth wrapped in a bow?
Either way, we grab our change and we go.

Graceless

I saw her solar turning polar
With dim applause.
She addressed the crowd, the crowd was colder,
And she said without a pause:

“Sweetness is weakness just pouring out.”

No Sleep

I’ve been getting no sleep, shrouded in these covers, thinking about visions, and circumstantial lovers laying next to me. Flowers paint her head – I turn slowly.

And you swear you can take a little more.

And you think that you’d forget it but you only put it on a longer leash, the shard that is embedded sinks into your skin further as you sleep.

But then I hear that beat, it picks me up and puts me back on the street (as a gift to the concrete), laces wrapping my feet. I reach for my phone, and see that every single message holds a moan.

I wish that I could be someone right. Maybe I can close my eyes.

But there’s the window, maybe I can see inside, or I could just keep on walking away from that demise – as soon as I feel OK maybe I’ll give it a try, but I can’t stand to see these neon lights burning into my eyes.

Even if we can’t, we’ll be OK. Things are always better on the east side.

3rd EP all about youth and sincerity.

XL EP

Cicada

I can see my way out from the parking lot. Where’s my memory? I let the milk go bad. Where’s your friends? Where’s your friends who got so serious about it?

My coughing stops when I’m on your lawn, and where’s my enemy with the broken back? What’s my line, yeah what’s my line? I’m not off book yet. Weathered down, wire up. It gives the season all it’s touch, but I can never be anything but bitter.

Come back, you’re cutting out. The white noise like a rebel shout. Maybe you’ll feel better if you’re detained. Headache, you’re passing out onto the floor of your brothers house with a waltz and whispery chime.

I got my gait from someone I’m not, his is suspended, mine can barely hold on. Where is he now? I wanna talk to him about it. All my heroes are shaped like wasps – promising honey until the humming stops.

Where are my friends? They never worry about it.

Quality, Fast

Comfort in a hallmark card that cushions like a tempurpedic. Aesthete or an asshole depending on how you read it. Assistance is the zestiest this side of the Willamette, just slip the tip under the table and man you can have it.

Quality, Fast. Fast as a lightning bolt.
Quality, Fast. Fast as you’ll ever hold.

Comfort is a frequent caller, it comes beckoning from your mattress and the smell of homebaked pizza manifests into a temptress who knows your tells and places, where you like to get your neck pecked or the perfect weather where the wind comes up to caress your sundress.

A Blur in the Sky

Flitting like a hummingbird, you ask if I’m ok but move on to a prettier plant before I have a chance to say – “I’m feeling pretty grounded lately, my ambition is rooted to a tree. I’ve got the sap but not the subtlety that a good flower needs, I’ve just got the energy.”

But that’s alright now, at least I’m comfortable. I’ll never be just another weed for you to pull. We won’t stick together if we can’t figure whether certain clouds hold pockets of sun rockets cleverly withheld from this cellulose hell. I guess we’ll figure out or get fingered out.

Little bird, you are just a blur in the sky.

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