b​-​sides: the point

by Achter Kol

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03:36
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03:24
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02:22
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07:26

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released May 13, 2016

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Track Name: intro
home
here
with
you
Track Name: bird
You look like a bird: can you fly,
me away?
Float on wings of downy light

Feathered wings and bones all
hollowed out
Coasting over seas in the sun rise

Olive branch and nest, made from
the twigs-
Webbed feet not bound to the clay

Grackling all through,
the afternoon
Hearkening the dusk, night coming soon

Scattered to the breeze- we nest
far away
Greying skies remain in spite

Flames crackling the trees, our homes caught in
the drought-
We are wild things that just can't romanticize
Track Name: breeze
Carried away on the wind
You were propped up on the breeze
To me, to us

There's a pillow you laid your head-
once
but it is cold now
just like the fall- breeze

Echoed 'tween all the treetops
You shone light through the branches
To me, to us

There's a cigarette you drew from-
once
but the flame's died down
just like the one- inside of me

-

Slumped on the stoop
You were propped up on the railing
Just me, Just us

Take your seat on the concrete there,
sharing the night
late in the fall-
on the breeze
Track Name: bush
You were a bush and I was a burden
You never married
You just rot in the earth

Bones in your branches– your thorns and your brambles
Oh what a simple life
Oh what a quiet life

You are here
In the- dirt
Where things are fine
Where things are- quiet

You were some roses and I was a possum
And I came round sniffing
And sifting through the hurt

Moss in my fur– my ears and my tail
Oh what a simple life
Oh what a quiet life

You're still there
In the- dirt
Where things are fine
Where things are quiet

And I envy you, oh
But I try to hide it

Oh what a simple life

Oh what a quiet life