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Deep Earth
03:33
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You hide yourself away
You're begging me to stay
'Cause no one gets the way
You feel so truly alone
And there's nothing else I know
So rough-transcribed to stone
The introverted snow that blankets us
Try to grow
Something in the way our paths had strayed
To converge on one another; that's surely strange
Without faith in things like fate, I've got no one to thank
But I am grateful
I sense that it will rain and I'm afraid
Your love is stronger than a world of tardigrades
I'm thinking that I'll run flat out for days
My feelings know the way
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Life Is Changing
07:32
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Evolve away from ignorance, please
It's so hard becoming an adult, I know
But it's time
I said to religion "how dare you anthropomorphize god?"
Religion didn't understand
It shalt not abort its profit plan
We scar the skies each day as we pass through
And each time our cities breathe. The fires will take all of us
The world we knew returns to dust
We're still disruptive children
Let's not get punished
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The moon shook and curled up like gentle fire
The ocean glazed and melted wire
Voices buzzed in spiral eyes
Stars dived in blinding skies
Stars die. Blinding skies
Tree cracked and mountain cried
Bridges broke, window sighed
Cells grew up and rivers burst
Sound obscured and sense reversed
Idle mind and severed soul
Silent nerves and begging bowl
Shallow haze to blast a way
Hyper sleep to end the day
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Supercomputer
05:22
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Tomorrow we'll sit by the sea
We'll let the day pass
There will be no need to speak
Words only limit; the breeze is thoughtless, and free
Whomever we are, we will not always be
We'll pass as the day, erode into the sea
And we'll be gone
But we were here once, and that will always be
Moon, rise
My synapses conspire to create love for me to give to you
It's just a construct of the mind, but then all we perceive is too
It flows through the gaps, threatens to fill all forms of emptiness
It is the ocean, and I am its earth
Moon, rise
Pull the tides around you
Fall around me, in orbit, for as long as you can
You're my illusion, and I am yours
It doesn't have to be real to be real
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George Barbera New York
I'm a musician, music producer, and composer. These are my solo albums.
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