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Stoned
05:07
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Immortalized in a park square for all to see for all eternity
stands a hero, a valiant creature
who all aspire to be -- does he look a little bit like me?
I feel stoned like a statue
but i've done nothing great;
i don't deserve the honor honestly.
On the TV, on the stand for all to watch and all to judge
is a villain, a vile person
who makes all of humankind feel holier-than-thou.
I feel stoned like a criminal
but i've done nothing wrong;
i don't deserve your punishment or your scorn anymore.
I'm innocent...
Living fleetingly in a suburb somewhere sits the everyman and all of his friends
who haven't gathered around his table because they forgot their invitations, all still hanging on their nonexistent refrigerator doors.
I feel stoned like a no-one
but i do have a name...
i don't deserve, though, to be remembered for anything (at all).
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Thumb-Twiddler
03:34
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Hiding in the corner is the worst but it’s the only place i’m home here.
I’ll invite myself onto your couch and spend the whole evening alone here.
Wouldn’t you like to know
if this is real or if it’s just for show?
~~~~~
I'll keep my headphones on, i don't want to interact with strangers;
twiddle my thumbs all damn day long, my only distraction from danger.
Wouldn’t you like to know
if this is real or if it’s just for show?
(& tbh i don't even really know)
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I think the worst thoughts in polite company,
but i'll keep them to myself, keeping myself company.
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Cortisol
01:44
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Cortisol:
i think i feel it in my gut and it exhaust all of my energy.
Cortisol:
i think i feel it in my lungs and it affects the way i breathe.
Cortisol!
i feel you in my brain; is this my life for now? You’re only
tugging at my heartstrings…
You’re only tugging at my heartstrings ’til i pass out ////////////
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I have a fear of running into you in the wild.
I hear the rumors every once in a while.
And i’ve known stories that would corroborate them,
but never would have guessed i’d be in a position to ever personally understand and evaluate them.
I took notes that i was not sure you’d even let me keep.
Now i hide them all away except for sometimes in my sleep.
Still i know the primary colors that give me shivers—
our blood, your hands, my wounds, my eyes, our country,
a sovereign nation.
(Now i know that)
you were never gonna be my ally ever.
(so, my fate was always sealed in doom)
~~~
...i’m so tired…
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Frederick Sound Seattle, Washington
Frederick Sound is the recording and songwriting project of Fred Seymour, dedicated to creating art that is kind, vulnerable, and accessible. Fred is a white nonbinary queer musician, word-writer, and learner.
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