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Summer Sneaks
03:42
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i've been pinning myself with my own critiques
hitting all the pavement in my summer sneaks
trying to get through these next two weeks
without a scrape on my face
i open doors politely to humble my hands
in the middle of a movie or a grandstand
it's not the place that i love--it's the demand
for knowledge and grace
i try to keep my thoughts slow but they spin on
picking up fun quirks and chasing the odds
i thought childhood would last all life long
but it's already been replaced
i've been measuring the rhythms of these steps
kicking back at all my pulsing regrets
releasing hollow tides with hopeless threats
to build myself some space
and here it is long at last! a self-titled photograph
the people and places that make me laugh
cutting all my worries in half
to make or break the future
to make or break the future
oh! i am the rock that will outlast
the haziness i once harassed
i'm lacing up my purple summer sneaks
working hard on all the proper techniques
i want to be a human with historical mystique
a proper lady in time
i'm turning up the volume on my hot sauce
giving back what i can to my clever boss
dismantling my youth, already cut my loss
with the sharpest knife i could find
everyday adventures to climb and dismount
what had been discredited and left out
i have a solution for all of my doubts:
celebrate what is solely mine!
i've been pinning myself with my own critiques
hitting all the pavement in my summer sneaks
trying to get through these next two weeks
without a scrape on my face
i open doors politely to humble my hands
in the middle of a movie or a grandstand
it's not the place that i love--it's the demand
for knowledge and grace
i'll celebrate what is solely mine as i become a proper lady with time
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they demolished my favorite place in this city
a perfect metaphor for what i know will happen to me
crushed between the pressure of south omaha
no democratic resurrection or curtain call
this is where my family history begins
and this is where all of my pride ends
i'm destined to fall down upon my knees
kneeling before all the powers that be
no more towering iron inside my lungs
not a soul in sight that would ever speak up
i will disintegrate
as soon as i take their bait...
there ain't no more rosenblatt
they bulldozed it down flat
collapsed just like my dreams
all those red, blue & yellow seats
i was there when they took out home plate
i was there on all those hot summer days
i used to sweat beneath the glowing press box
catching balls off the net and walking the walk
i worked as hard as i could
to vivify my old neighborhood
you know, i gave it all of my guts
just so the city could take it away from us
oh south omaha, you know, we used to have it all...
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Generation Why
03:43
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Complex bones, formaldehyde
Nicotine cravings curled up inside
Old-fashioned piano rolls
Nothing worse than growing old
I borrowed a nickel to play a tune
Because my friends were leaving soon
Suspicion raised in a gambler’s feast
To dodge a bullet and find the beast
America was falling fast
They said we lost the middle class
I wasn’t sure of the conversation
So I waited outside instead
Interested in the loneliness of drinks
Bought for you by the one you’ll never have
Cause everything you need to know
Is found upon that hollow road
To keep moving along that rocky path
You won’t need a map…you’ll just need some nerve
Oh Generation Y [] [] [] []
The tipping point of melted steel
Chasing down a proper meal
I’ve seen the multicolored mines
That poison lungs and damage eyes
And we tried to fix the environment
But it is a crisis locked inside the strip
Of all our dead presidents…
So we go out at night to feel better about our actions throughout the day
But we still feel so empty inside and so damn commonplace
We can work at jobs we love but we won’t make any money
And I’ve watched so many friends corrupt themselves to pocket some milk & honey
I am terrified by what won’t happen in my life
Will I criminalize everything I once perceived as right?
I am introverted and queer
All in all a lonely fear
Of Generation Y
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Hawk On A Wire
03:40
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There ain’t no slowing
When you try to get commotion
If you calm yourself down
You’ll still reel from emotion
Every step that you take is gonna ring again
Until you reach out for something greater than a bitter end
There ain’t no stopping
When you feel your life rocking
If you balance any thoughts
Then you better start talking
Every word you compress will spring from your chest
Like a hawk on a wire singing for progress
And they say we can’t do it alone
We’ve got to write poetry made of our bones
Express something great than our lives
Let go of our doubts with every try
Recall the fire we left in our caves
Before we were afraid of making mistakes
There ain’t no disguise
For the cage of your eyes
If you love someone you can’t criminalize
Every action of compassion that you baptize
With a wave of your hands a smile of lies
There ain’t no commission
For a power position
When you’re playing for the role of greatest musician
Every chord that you strum
Will make you feel numb
Until you go back to where you came from
Like a hawk on a wire!!
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Marzo Novena
03:30
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find the courage inside you
make believe if you have to
you shall conquer the past
with a look in the mirror & a laugh
so take each step with pride
and don't you dare deny
every moment held in wonder
when it's time to share with another
all that you've been hiding inside yourself
all that you've been locking away
all that you've been praying would leave until
you decided today was the day
and there's no refuting that it is as scary as hell
when you've got something this big to tell
but it is for the best
to get this stuff off your chest...
and the wisdom shared is a perception for the prime
you know they care about what happens in your life
with your bravery and their love to carry you mile after mile
you'll be living for progress and making each second worthwhile
you needed help and they offered it
and now you'll never be alone again
there is love! there is love! there is love!
there is no need for you to give up!
there is love! there is love! there is love!
there is no need for you to give up!
just love!
the world is waiting for your inspiration
anticipating their regeneration...
there is love! there is love! there is love!
there is no need for you to give up!
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Death Receptors
03:56
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In the still of the evening
My legs move on believing
There is goodness in the darkness
All reason uncharted
By the dawn of the black (k)night
There is craving still held tight
I am patient in my steps
Cautious right, cautious left
There is treason in my thoughts
Gilded creatures’ tainted plots
My legs move in solidarity
With the righteousness of humanity
Despite what some people have done to me
I still believe in equality
Or at least equal opportunity
I will always survive!
Death keeps life alive!
In the still of the day break
My fingers tremble and shake
There is fear in misfortune
All life born distorted
By the first rays of the sun
Each chore stings my tongue
There is treason in my thoughts
Gilded creatures’ tainted plots
My legs move in solidarity
With the righteousness of humanity
Despite what some people have done to me
I still believe in equality
I will always survive!
Death keeps life alive!
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"Orange!"
04:11
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The speed of salt and crimson through your fingers
The lines of oil that penetrate and linger
All heat upon your back will vanish in the morning
To shake the darkness from all your pointless hoping
There’s misery and then there’s pitied boredom
The thoughts and dreams that dash like water when you hold them
All heat upon your back will hit the road & run
To finally lead the charge against counsel’s tongue
Without a goal the mind shouts, “orange!”
A blinding cry that conceals and divorces
The body from the cerebral realm
The perfecting beating of the total self
In need
The dizzy days filled with endless stretches
The questioned egos and consulted guesses
All sweat swims down your back until midnight
When ease descends to heal damaged delight
Timid knowledge bound in leather books
sneaky people with all their dirty looks
All sweat swims down your back in time
Weaving patterns of your grime
Without a goal the mind shouts, “orange!”
A blinding cry that conceals and divorces
The body from the cerebral realm
The perfecting beating of the total self
At rest
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No Triangles. Seattle, Washington
No Triangles. is a rock duo hailing from Omaha, NE. The music of No Triangles. reassures its audience that the struggles they face are not to be endured alone--often their songs weave a tight narrative surrounding death, light, and the infinite variety of relationships found in one's life. No Triangles. is currently in the process of recording their first EP. Enjoy these demos for now! ... more
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