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Don't Bother Calling
03:59
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I’m not a body, the body is but a shell
I disembody but suffering is sovereign,
Still
No grasp on reality
The world is a wonderland scene
I don’t know
What we are
But every cell in the corpus resembles stars
Signal into the sky
God sings to me in reply
Don’t bother calling,
I’ll call you
I’m not somebody; somebody would savor us
You need a solid, but I’m made of liquid,
Trust
In me, I am the son of the sea
And I’ll call you when I feel finally free
I don’t know what we are
But all I know is I can’t go
Away with you with half a heart
Don’t bother calling,
I’ll call you
Don’t bother asking for the truth
Don’t bother calling, I’ll call you
Don’t bother calling, I’ll call you
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Plastic
03:08
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I know what it is to be broken and be bold
Tell you that my silver is gold
Though we're much too old for make believe
And I know what it's like to behold and not be held
Funny how a stomach unfed
Seems satisfied cuz it’s swell and swollen
And you caught me
Shooting cross the sky like a star
But nobody told me
To never let it get too far
See my silhouette, so you’re standing scared of me
Can I tell you a secret?
My wings are made of plastic
My wings are made up
And so am I
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4. |
Quarrel
06:45
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He who asks for much
Has much to give
I don’t ask for much
Just enough to live
But in the light
Morning will reveal the spoils of night
Through the walls of Jericho
Lies a heart of stone
With you half the battle
Is proving that we’re at war
I would give my life just for the privilege to ignore
Don’t call it a Lovers’ Quarrel
To whom much is given
Much is required
Luxurious liver
You never inquire
It ain't right, you see
Who is your family?
If I dont have tools to fight
Calling this a quarrel isn’t right
Quoting this a quarrel
So immorally implies
We’re equal opponents
And we both antagonize
Don’t call it a Lovers’ Quarrel
Don’t call it a Lovers’ Quarrel
We cannot be lovers
Cuz I am the other
We cannot be lovers
Long as I’m the other
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5. |
Stoicism
01:02
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So as a mild-mannered child
My mom would drop me
Off in our family’s
Second-hand Mitsubishi caravan
And I would glance back
Before my descent
To mutter “I love you.”
In turn she’d nod her head, and
Turn to the road ahead, and Sigh
“...Thank you.”
Thank you.
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6. |
Lonely World
04:48
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Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely world
Casts a shadow on the shallow love it hurls
To the feet of swine it need not cast its pearls
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely world
And the sound of the void
Flows through your body
Undestroyed
And the sound of your voice
Flows from your body
White as noise
And the void speaks to you
In ways nobody speaks to you
And that voice fills the air
Fog in the morning, going nowhere
Lonely, lonely, lonely face under a veil
After all the laughter emptiness prevails
Born into this world with no consent or choice
Lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely…
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7. |
Make Out in My Car
02:35
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I’m not tryna
Go to bed with you
I just wanna make out in my Car
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8. |
The Cocoon-Eyed Baby
01:09
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We scrawl
Unwritten law of the land
On scroll that’s rolled up
And rolled in
The cocoon-eyed baby’s
Swollen, clenched hand
The baby
Cries out in protest
A scream raw and grotesque
That soon
He learns
To suppress
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Doomed
04:27
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Hollow one
With inverted tongue
From whence does fulfillment come?
When I expel
From this mortal shell
Will I die for living numb?
Am I vital
If my heart is idle
Am I doomed?
I feel you
But nobody else
Though you’re someone I can’t see
Yet you say nothing
Of the stoic suffering
That stirs lukewarm in me
If lovelessness is godlessness
Will you cast me to the wayside
Well I feel the peeling
Of half-painted ceilings
Reveal the covering of a blank sky
Am I vital
If my heart is idle
Am I doomed?
Cradle me
So I can see
If I’m doomed
Am I vital
If my heart is idle
Am I doomed?
Cradle me
So I can see
If I’m doomed
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10. |
Indulge Me
03:16
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Indulge me
All my old lovers have found others
I was lost in the rapture
Dead sea as barren as a stutter
And colored laughter
I don’t trouble nobody
Nobody troubles my body after
All my old others have found lovers
Indulge me
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11. |
Self-Help Tape
03:01
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Imagine being free
Imagine tasting free
Imagine feeling free
Imagine feeling
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Moses Sumney Asheville, North Carolina
Moses Sumney is a Ghanaian-American singer, writer and multidisciplinary artist.
His latest
project “Live from Blackalachia” encompasses a live album, a performance film and a photographic exploration in the mountains of North Carolina.
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