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The evening melted into a pool I couldn’t swim in
The moon cast a shadow puppet speaking nothing but empty sounds
My feet weren’t made to withstand this place
Take the Ford Galaxie through intersidereal space
Drive past the Grand Omega Minus near Mathematics Park
Laika in space, the cosmos in black and white
Amputate the clock’s two hands and let the phantom of time reign
In the present during this waking feeling of malaise
Swim on through the landscape of life without a steady mind
Where it all floats downstream inside a microcosm of the Earth
The blue and green make cyan hues I paint with my eyes
And blend perspectives for all eternity
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Morning Waltz
02:54
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I’m an impostor who dreams of wild flowers and heavenly things
But the world’s just a ball that’s getting shaved down into endless elliptical scenes
That are skewed and protrude with sharp edges that slice up the sky
The bleeding stars stay awake through the night and by morning quickly die
The sugar has all run out but there are no neighbours around that I like
That’s the face of a soulless place with no one real around
Only those who drown in droves along the channel’s endless waves
Burning pages one by one, fanning flames with flailing hands
Hitchhike across the highways of dreams
The moment between night and day
A view as clear as looking right through a window into the sky
Nothing compares to the rhythm upstairs when all of them stars align
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Apogee
02:11
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Now we’re closer to the sun
Now we’re farther from the moon
The distance is a supreme sophisticated regime
Oppressive apogee
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Manna Falling
03:06
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My mind is cosmic, my eyes are wide
It’s the way the stars align that keep me up all through the night
A kaleidoscopic mix of blue and red
A big bang against the wall’s the beat inside my dreaming head
Manna falling from the sky
Stick out my tongue and let the magic stay and calcify
Swirling shamans in my brain
Flashing images inside a tonic hurricane
They’ll never leave me, I’ve made a pact
They’ll live forever as a wilful mental artifact
They’re here to stay
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Nothing is impossible when two heads think likes yours do
Never thought this would be so hard
Sending you out into that yard
This is what life is about
Knowing when things are real or not
And this is real life
Another spin around the sun
With strangers taking your sweet hands
Treat them well, I’m watching you
Forever feedback on my mind
A looping spiralling nimbus cloud
Raining, freezing, who gives a shit?
It’s the time that’s spent that’s hit or miss
Weather station field goals
Little umbrellas out on patrol
Shield your bright eyes from the sun
So you can see what you’ll become
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Pictures appear and to be honest I don’t know what they mean
It’s just an upside down subconscious in need of revealing
A head full of never ending conquests in need of conquering
Mirrors reflecting off the ocean, crossing hemispheres
Futile attempts to go unnoticed in a sea of memories
As the Earth revolves in endless circles for all eternity
While we get closer to the sun
A scorching hot harpoon
Looking forward, looking back
With eyes to the moon
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Pocket Writer Ottawa, Ontario
Pocket Writer is Ottawa-based singer/songwriter/ multi-instrumentalist Jakub Raček.
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