1. |
Bad At Realizing
02:54
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I think I might be
Bad at realizing
That time exists
In immeasurable increments
Outside of words
Try to measure worth
In finite accomplishments
Just to start new again
Begin, end
Begin, end
In tune with circadian rhythm
It’s all arbitrary
Surely, you realize
You don’t have to run away
You can be happy here
You don’t have to run.
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2. |
Tear Me Down
02:30
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Oh, tear me down
When did I build myself up so high
That I couldn’t recognize
Violence
Oh, tear me down
Inch by inch
Force me to reconstruct
Around the absence
Of ego
I, me.
Hold it in my mouth
Until it feels stale
I, me.
I was born worthy
But keeping worth is not guaranteed
I, me.
Old cobwebs hanging
Dust thick,
Gives me trouble breathing
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3. |
Urgent
03:12
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If you cling onto a dream
Hard enough
It can look an awful lot
Like obsession on a want
Instead of focusing on
What you need
If you put enough weight in an idea
That’s out of your reach
It can feel an awful lot like
You’ll never be happy.
I’m frightened sometimes
Of how urgent it feels to write.
I’m frightened sometimes
That I blame myself in relationships too little.
I’ve been standing on a pedestal this whole time
And here I was.
Just thinking I was tall.
Just thinking I was tall.
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4. |
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Is it possible
To love a path
And not have it
Consume you
What do you have
To temper it with
Maybe I want to be consumed
But the wrong thing is doing it.
I don’t have
A lot of answers
As a matter of fact,
I’m not sure I’ve ever been right in my entire life.
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5. |
No Sepukku
03:43
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It feels nice
To let go
And think of all the things
I might do
Guiltlessly
Now that I’m
Not planning on committing seppuku
If I’m not commercially profitable
You’re full of catch-22’s,
You know that?
You obviously don’t know that do you.
Do you realize
That you might have a
Fighting chance now
At becoming a person you could love,
Wholly, unconditionally.
I find that very difficult.
Ooh!
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6. |
Same Plane
02:42
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Running out of pages
But I’d assume I could double the output of what I could make
If I just used the back sides of pages
Emblematic of the space
In my brain
There’s always space to be made
Somehow
Or you need to reevaluate
Scratch that.
You always need to reevaluate.
Find the clutter in the space most sacred.
Find the clutter in the space most sacred
To the idea of individual existence.
It’s all sacred on an even plane
We just have subjective access.
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7. |
Died Among Strangers !
03:27
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Please
Let me keep unlearning
I like the feeling
Oh, knock it down.
Remove
The barriers
From my mind,
Oh, from my mind.
I don’t
Want to think
I can’t be happy
Anymore.
The emptiness
Has lost its appeal
I’m tired
Of it all.
Bring me home
To an open yard
A house with big windows
No curtains
And I’ll walk around
Bare as I came
A mind content
With just good
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