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moving parts/ afternoon nap

from Lack of Culdesac by Mr. Ipps

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we spoke in lingua franca, over a table
littered in bottles, in the city center
ripping papers in thirds, is an option
but consuming it once, is another and what the other did
i'll meet you in leipzig
thats if we ever meet again, tbreak dreams keep me a searching
how do you make sense of what is real?

you might take a trip to my hometown
crammed inside congestion in the underground
but only i can trash it cuz its where im from
but we got water fountains and spanish radio

made of moving parts
we're all made of moving part
made of moving parts
we're all bent on moving

in the courtyard there was a locked door, on the inside
needed a key just to get out and feel the breeze
tales of firefights and feline falls from seven flights
there seems to be a darkness behind the facade

passing time by making money, being sad wont make you money
how do you make sense of what is real?
and how do you know just how you should feel?

crouched beneath the covers, hearing voices through the wall
as we age we manifest through health
open up your drawstring, and pull all the contents out
rearrange your motives and yourself
the afternoon nap is so necessary i might as well
how do you make sense of what to feel?

oooooo eeeee aaaaa oooo

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from Lack of Culdesac, released April 1, 2018

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