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Free to Find
04:02
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I used wait for you
I used to feel old
Plant your tea, crush your wine
Your yellowed knuckles are void in mine
Your starved hands in your sweat pants and
your planets for eyes
One holds you when one can;
you’re molded of smoke and those broken white lines
In the river high with stolen joyrides in cheap shopping carts
and the beaches mined with busted bottles thrown into the dark
The light is lovely like the lonely swingset in the city park
where everything is free to find and nothing’s guaranteed to work
where everything is free to find and nothing’s guaranteed to work
Where everything is free to find x 3
Where everything is pre-defined
I used to wait for you
We used to trash time
True restless red talkers
No land or labor, no royal high
But children - not children
We’re kids who are skinned
Spoil your tea, spill your wine
You weight it with bricks. You water it with brine
In the river high with stolen joyrides in cheap shopping carts
and the beaches mined with busted bottles thrown into the dark
The light is lovely like the lonely swingset in the city park
where everything is free to find and nothing’s guaranteed to work
where everything is free to find and nothing’s guaranteed to work
Where everything is free to find x 3
Where everything is pre-defined
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Sewn Well
06:21
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Sewn well into your dress
a pious man makes his confession
When they tolled the bells for deliverance
Holy bodies brought me close to city's edge
one lone prayer in oxford polish
makes no promise
rises silent
May I advocate for time
Trading comfort for desire and solace for a sign
High and binding
your bright beacon to wake sullen bones
Sewn well into your dress
the wildest man makes an impression
long before your hands lift in reverence
Care to see you coveting another's plan
hurried vision in his likeness
says the prophet
rise up silent
May I advocate for time
Trading comfort for desire and solace for a sign
High and binding
your bright beacon to wake sullen bones
Grown well into your dress
your nights that ask no more permission
All man can attain you have had exchanged
Called to chase the cord arranged in all things
strip from you your broken habit
summer rain now
rising silent
May your body speak for time
Trade no comfort or desire or solace for a sign
high and binding
your bright beacons be your flesh and bones
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TOTONOKO Oakland, California
TOTONOKO is the partnership of Mateo Lugo and Nika Aila States. Drawing on international and interdisciplinary influences (Venezuelan-born Lugo is heavily involved in dance and German-raised States splits her time between music and photography), their sounds are about hope regained, underwater currents, and the search for home ... more
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