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I live under a mushroom in the woods, far away
Where I'm quiet and I sit real still, and I notice things, I notice things
All around me, all the sounds and the
Distant calls, & the dawn chorus rouses me
The city proved too much for me
I had forsaken you for the forest
The forest has forsaken me too
So my senses all are trained on you
The sun is setting earlier every day, and it rises
When I will it to be so beneath my mushroom in the woods
Spider leg shadows and a touch of winter in the breeze
You couldn't feel it, but I notice things, I notice things
I have not been given to wild emotions
I am inoculated from shame
Should you seek beneath the matted leaves
Expect to see the evidence of decay
Am I getting colder
Or is it getting colder out here
Am I getting colder
Or is it getting colder out here
Am I getting colder
Am I getting colder
I have not been given to wild emotions
I am inoculated from shame
Should you seek beneath the matted leaves
Expect to see the evidence of decay
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haarp
04:02
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Thunder has been rolling in
And I am kneeling in the weeds
My joints respond to weather patterns
Matters of the heart's defeat
We plant the seeds in open skies
We celebrate the summer storm
It never gets monotonous
But I'm not watching the barometer
I can feel it in the atmosphere
When the cold front approaches
Is it getting colder out here
Do you feel anything
I feel when the systems collide
But I stay outside cuz
I control the weather
& I can make the sky clear
I control the weather
& I can make the earth spin & the sun rise
Thunder has been rolling in
My fists are pressed into my face
But when I part the clouds
We have a better view of outer space
A little volatility
Has always been so good to me
Though I have learned my weaknesses
It seems it's yours that put me on my knees
I control the weather
& I can make the sky clear
I control the weather
& I can make the earth spin & the sun rise
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white noise machine
04:47
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In a deep ocean sleep
Some real end-times imagery
Comes to me
And filter sweeps me off my feet
White noise is gonna carry me
White noise is gonna carry me
Our necks are sunken treasures
Silhouettes in pillow feathers
In profile, scattered light haloed
Through a dusty sea of window shades
If I wake then I will wake before you
If you speak out then I will put your troubled mind at ease
I have a place, a place I can return to
Where I can drift away and be at peace
I fell into a white noise machine
Into a recurring dream
A recurring dream
White noise is gonna carry me
White noise is gonna carry me
In a deep ocean sleep
Some real end-times imagery
Comes to me
And filter sweeps me off my feet
If I wake then I will wake before you
If you speak out then I will put your troubled mind at ease
I have a place, a place I can return to
Where I can drift away and be at peace
I fell into a white noise machine
Into a recurring dream
A recurring dream
I fell into a white noise machine
Into a recurring dream
A recurring dream
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