Dust Bunnies [Video by Areej Mahmoud]
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I Stand Corrected
03:40
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I STAND CORRECTED
I stand corrected
This life’s not overdrawn
Annihilated
As we watch from afar
We’re always at half-mast
In lands where nothing lasts
In the belly of the past
And they try provoking the gods
I stand corrected
This earth is slanted
This life’s not overdrawn
Hold on to bolts of hot rage
Hold on to whatever truth remains
Hold on to you
I think I’m onto something
Destroy, rebuild, you know the drill
Destroy rebuild, repeat and kill
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DUST BUNNIES
Dust bunnies behind bedroom doors
the craters left by meteors
The windows we rebuilt once more
Never fully close
The bookmarks in unfinished novels
Generations judged immoral
The subtle smell of burnt debris
mixed with dust and soil
The ruins of empires past
The sad remains of broken glass
The idiotic will to hope
to soften every blow
The heavy weight, invisible
of expectations, rituals
The strings attached that hang above
a partner’s lasting love
The magnets on your mother’s fridge
Your heartbreaking heritage
Our ancestors may have known
There’s nowhere left to go
Scattered words in all three languages
Scars that always seem to itch
The stench of slaughtered cows in summer
like living in a giant gutter
The cactus growing in my throat
There’s nowhere left to go
Dust bunnies behind bedroom doors
the craters left by meteors
The windows we rebuilt once more
Never fully close
The ruins of empires past
The sad remains of broken glass
The idiotic will to hope
to soften every blow
The magnets on your mother’s fridge
Your heartbreaking heritage
Our ancestors may have known
There’s nowhere left to go
Scattered words in all three languages
Scars that always seem to itch
The stench of slaughtered cows in summer
like living in a giant gutter
The power cuts, the deadly boats
the thunderstorms, ear-splitting drones
The cactus growing in my throat
There’s nowhere left to go
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Poison
03:35
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POISON
This body’s numbed up and this mind is on fire
And when in doubt, release the poison inside
Don’t stand so close, stay behind the line
I lock myself up so you throw out the keys
I point the fingers and you wait out the beast
I would
Lick all your open wounds if you’re ever bleeding
Rip off my skin to keep you warm if you need it
I was so sure
I thought I had it down
But you held on tight
You waited long
This body’s numbed up and this heart is on fire
Now I think I know what love is really for
and all the other people, fighting for their lives
They’re on the run, just like I was
I would
Lick all your open wounds if you’re ever bleeding
Rip off my skin to keep you warm if you need it
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4. |
Wasteland Rose
05:38
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WASTELAND ROSE
I had always wondered why you stayed.
In a sea of choices,
you returned
to the barren shore
to a wasteland
There’s a calm about you
in your eyes
Always thought you were
in denial
Now I’m the only one, always hanging on, to this place
Now I’m the only one, mad enough to stay, one more day
As the saying goes
I fell close
In this barren shore
I’m a wasteland rose
Now I’m the only one, always hanging on, to this place
Now I’m the only one, mad enough to stay, one more day
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5. |
Nine
03:26
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NINE
Over a quarter of my lifetime
I haven’t had enough
Of this love, of this love
Way down
Way down the line
You will be waiting for me
Waiting for me
No running far and wide
I know this love is true and tried
Even if the stars
Will never be aligned
A love to keep me still
To hold my heart
My cup to fill
I haven’t had enough
Of this love, of this love
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6. |
Colorblind
04:17
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COLORBLIND
I’ve been swimming upstream like a child
Drown out other voices with a cry
I raise a fist to empty skies
Walk past common milestones with a sigh
Greet those on the sidelines with a smile
Look through them as they pass me by
In the moment I’ll surrender
I will end the fight
Throw away the red cloth darling
I am colorblind
I know the game plan
I learned all the wiles
Throw away the red cloth darling
Now it’s time to die
Racing through the field without a crowd
Trying to catch a breath I lose my mind
The band plays on, as we go around
I wish that I could see me through your eyes
Am I a madwoman you despise
beneath your soft-spoken goodbyes
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Ruins
05:12
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RUINS
Another fire burning
Lovers in denial
Is it just a warning
Or are we out of time?
Desecrated ruins
Teenage paradise
As the water simmers
A generation dies
Catatonic winter
Monophonic sun
A love overgrown
A quiet surrender
Like roots among stone
We carry on
Misdirected anger
Nothing new to see
Percolator coffee
Burns slowly right through me
A love overgrown
A quiet surrender
Like roots among stones
We carry on
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8. |
Angel
03:24
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ANGEL
I could never swim
With my head
underwater
Always looking out
For the scythe
For the angel
Driving in the rain
I can see us both
Toppling off the highway
Into the sea
There’s the scythe
There’s the angel
Waiting for me
The apartment shakes
the water starts to sway
I grab your arm
In the dark
you’re still here
And there’s the scythe
There’s the angel
Waiting for me
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Construction Site
03:41
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CONSTRUCTION SITE
Construction site
A kiss goodnight
We sleep in backyard cemeteries
Inhale the smoke, spit oxygen
Breathe in the smog, cough out our sins
I love it all, I’ve no regrets
I puke out stars and cigarettes
Held my head high
then buried it
between your shoulder and your neck
I smell the earth still on your skin
I smell the roses, eat the dirt
Devour meals like they’re my last
Waste all my nights
Stuck in the past
I’m at my best, I give my all
I break my back against the wall
I’m raging on the internet
Download, delete, download again
Now hold my hand
Now let me go
Now carry me back to the shore
I pour my heart into these words
I grieve the dying baby birds
Still in their nest, by the AC
On our brick-red, blood-soaked balcony
I’m on the brink, I’m almost gone
I feel the sun burning my lungs
I’m raging on the internet
Download, delete, download again
I’m doing good, I’m almost ripe
Ignore the mold growing on my side
I’m at my best, I give my all
I’m something of an argonaut
I do it all while terrified
But I’m no longer dead inside
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10. |
Dark Blue
03:56
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DARK BLUE
Remember the eclipse that summer
I thought the world would burn right down
I hid under the dining table
With my hands over my eyes
I’m still here, alive but glitching
Slowly learning how to breathe
And when you sleep I trace the scars
drawn from your nose onto your ears
Give me something new to hold on to
I’m running out of lies
The strand of hair between my fingers
Slowly slips away with time
Early mornings and cheap coffee
My head resting on your belly
I synchronize my breath to yours
I can’t imagine other homes
But if I dare to close my eyes
I’m looking at you, paralyzed
Wearing shoes a/one size too small
My orange shirt all stained with blood
Give me something new to hold on to
I smell wet leaves in the air
Dead dogs on the highway
Their insides laid bare
Dark blue, like the smell of your perfume
Dark blue, like the night lamp and the moon
Dark blue, was the color of my room
Dark blue
Dark blue, as the ink dries on my hands
Dark blue, when I lose another friend
Dark blue, when we look up at the moon
Dark blue
Dark blue, when the rules never apply
Dark blue, thunderstorms in mid-July
Dark blue, the horizon eats the moon
Dark blue
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