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this is where time goes to die
keep me up all night a moments gone by
i haven’t slept but my skin is awake
his breath is a substance my body can’t help but take
hung in the space in between
touch expectation remembrance it brings me
to my knees
be still my heart
these time zones and rivers hold our hands so far apart
time wails and dies as they fly to the other side of mountain ranges muddy fields open skies
suspended in a wormhole that spits me back and forth between those last sweet moments and the next time I touch down to you
this is where time goes to die
my roots gasp for air find your breath
wrap around each exhalation
sprouting now in new directions
i miss you more than Im brave enough to say
september is dragging her feet
chest counting the days with every heart beat
i tired hard not to look in your eyes
this is the place where time goes to die
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The Tree of Life
02:49
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I’ve got to get out
from the place where the trucks crawl to sleep and wait for the night
I’ve got to escape
to the river up north that stares out through the eyes of a snake
If I were left up to my own devices I’d probably plant trees every day in the sunlight but instead I work to make money to give to my landlords and bosses who left up to their own devices drain rivers and clearcut the forests and I don’t think I can still swim in the snake, I always wear black cuz this life is a god damn wake
I’ve gotta get out
of this place where the walls watch each move with their cold glassy eyes
I’ve gotta escape
to the mountains where even the sun hides behind the moons face
If I were left up to my own devices I’d probably plant trees every day in the sunlight but instead I work to make money to give to my landlords and bosses who left up to their own devices drain rivers and clearcut the forests and I don’t think I can still swim in the snake, I always wear black cuz this life is a god damn wake
i try so hard not to run away
but Ive got to leave this parched haunted bay
the sawtooths they beckon to me
but ghosts follow everywhere
choking out the sweet clean air
there is no where to run
I’ve got to get out
from the place where the trucks crawl to sleep and wait for the night
I’ve got to escape
to the river up north that stares out through the eyes of a snake
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Not your fault CW
02:13
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CW: sexual violence
some kind of projection keeps playing in my head
I try to close my eyes it jerks me awake again
his body is faceless his touch too familiar
this man of my nightmares has visited before
and you wonder why
I'm angry all the time
every time the phone rings tears fall through the line
everyone I know has nightmares
and most of them have faces
I wake up to a call from my sister
he's visited her
alone in her room, he closes the door
he doesn't ask so she doesn't say no
each touch is a knife wound but shes too scared to say so
it's not your fault <3
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Playmates
00:34
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He will never love you
03:13
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wayfairy Oakland, California
CONTACT US: wayfairywayfairy@gmail.com
Wayfairy started with a banjo on the turnpike and has grown
into a six piece music project that fills the sonic space between mournful folk and riotous punk. Wayfairy has grown into a collective project that blends accordion, banjo, violin, washboard and upright bass with soft vocal harmonies punctuated by raw wails.
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