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Trying
04:22
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Our song would still exist
if and only if
the infinite
could be conveyed
If only my analysis
could interpret
the product of your palette
all you paint
I’m trying, I’m trying oh
Oh I’m trying… to solve
On paper what belongs on canvas
You’re much more of one to paint
I’m trying with numbers anyways
Staying steadfast to our colors
Even if I math it
and find a number,
approximations are,
just a bummer
(a bummer, a bummer oh)
Oh I’m trying… to solve
On paper what belongs on canvas
You’re much more of one to paint
I’m trying with numbers anyways
Staying steadfast to our colors
(Solo)
Oh I’m trying… to paint
On canvas what belongs on paper
You’re much more to cipher your shades
I’m trying with a brush that’s dull and gray
Staying steadfast to our colors
(dull and gray)
Staying steadfast to our colors
📝 🖼 👩🎨 🎨 🦆
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Purple Green
04:35
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Feast your blue stars on me green and growing
In my desert red comes your warmth and purple royalty
Fresh picked for your paletted parties
Paint your tongue purple green with me
Oh Great One, Conqueror of Egypt
I just hope to please Your Highness
(with) Grapes, olives, purple green
Regale with, purple green
I'm the grapes, your soft and sweetness
I'm the olives, your flowering keenness
I'm the salt, your salary
I'm the stone, your centerpiece
But am I still the star of your feast?
I am just your stepping stone
You leave me lay in salt desert
My flavor’s the same your tongue may change
What can some mute sack of fruit say?
Feast your stars, I’m turning green
Purple imbued with ambivalence
The Great One’s moved on to Babylon
Grapes, olives, purple green
Molding and rotting
To you, the grapes, once sweet turn sour
To you, the olives taste bitter
To you, the salt's not quite your flavor
And so the feast all comes to a halt.
Grapes, olives, purple green
Regale with purple green
Molding and rotting
Paint me purple green
Purple green
Purple green
Purple green
Purple green
🍇 🟢 🧂 🗿 ⭐️ 🦆
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Rational Irrational
04:00
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We could talk endlessly
we’re starting out so complete
There’s no gaps or points missing
we keep moving fast and free
But suddenly we found a hole
When at first we were radical
Two fractions might make a whole
But they’re just rational
just rational
just rational
just rational
Is it natural to now move slow
and only show what’s positive and whole?
It’s integral to me you see
to reveal what’s negative underneath
But now we just seem so dull
When at first we were radical
Two fractions might make a whole
But they’re just rational
just rational
just rational
just rational
Show me
You’re
Rational
Irrational
Show me you’re
Rational
Irrational
Your real side
Show me
You’re
Rational
Irrational
Show me you’re
Rational
Irrational
Your real side
Show me you’re
Rational
Irrational
Your real side
Show me you’re
Rational
Irrational
Your real side
Real side
Real side
🔢 🖩 ½ 🦆
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4. |
Pairallel
03:58
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We’re dancing in parallel
Through time like we’re a pair as well
Constantly at arms’ length
A distant sense of that warm embrace
If two lines never intersect
Will we ever be close enough to pair and connect?
Will we ever be close enough to pair and connect, when we dance?
I lead and lay rise to the steps
Your feet follow the coordinates
Hands run along our shirts
Cotton’s never been stickier
If two lines always parallel
Will we ever be far enough to
halve and decouple, as well?
Will we ever be far enough to halve and decouple if it ends?
If two lines have no solution,
Then why in unison do we keep the two of us moving?
If two lines never intersect
If two lines always parallel
Then why the hell do we still dance?
💃 🕺 🦆
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5. |
Back to Your Boxes
02:04
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So you're back to your boxes,
you rummage through the drawers
You’re stuck on this stone
but you’re using all your tools
You sculpt your solutions
slowly chipping them apart
Take care and time
cause you won’t
be able to
put ‘em back together again
So you’re bent over backwards,
you’re writing on the ceiling
Attack all your angles
trying to crack the code
But you lose all your logic
if you haste through all the steps
You pour your heart and soul,
into what you sculpt,
just don’t chip it
to a pulp
🧰 ⚒ 🗿 🦆
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6. |
Feast Your Fears
04:24
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I come upon a feast
Abandoned but bountiful
With nothing to preserve
Such a shame to waste
Can’t let this feast be lost
I’ll just take one bite
I’ve lost all self control
And eat even though I’m full
I’m afraid I have to help myself to
This feast full of fear
How can I help myself?
How do I help myself?
When I can’t stop myself?
I am what I eat
I eat this lost feast
With nothing to preserve
I’ve lost all self control
And eat even though I’m full
I’m afraid I have to help myself to
This feast full of fear
I’m desperate to stop
But I can’t let this feast be lost
Then I find
Some grape
And olive preserves
But they’re painted purple green
They’re molding and rotting
I’ve lost all self control
And eat even though I’m full
I’m afraid I have to help myself
To this feast full of fear
🍇 🟢 🧂 🗿 ⭐️ 🦆
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7. |
Bummer of a Number
03:34
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I’ve done the math
Found the number
I wrote it down
You hear its sound
Bummer of a number (yeah)
We’re a heat map cold and blue
You’ve sketched the sound
Brushed out the map
You dried the paint
I hear it fade
Bummer of a number (yeah)
We’re a heat map cold and blue
Even this song
It just paints time
How we once did
We’re now silent
🧮 🎨 🦆
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Jeff Arata Austin, Texas
I play guitar, make music, & grow tomatoes 🦆
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