1. |
Empty Ambition
03:43
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Lie flat, lay your empty ambition down
To the ground, where your beating heart has long lain
You laid it aside in pursuit of agility, upward mobility
You laid it aside to be rid of fragility, be all ability
Lie flat, lay your empty ambition down
To the ground, where your beating heart has long lain
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2. |
Future History
03:06
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Find true love in deep time, oh
Know yourself in deep time, yes
We won’t part in deep time, oh
You won’t hurt in deep time, no
Find relief in deep time, oh
Lose your grief in deep time, yes
We grow young in deep time, oh
You won’t fade in deep time, no
A space beyond these three dimensions
A place of future history
It’s past the point of comprehension
You see it’s all a mystery
You’ll see it’s yet a mystery
We’ve seen in future history
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3. |
Pause
01:06
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4. |
An Emerald Sound
03:08
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Dream a little, scheme a little
For a place to help unlock the riddle
Where you’ll find what you’ve been looking for
More than anywhere you’ve been before
Live a little, move a little
Toward a place that’s not stuck to the middle
Where you’ll be who you’ve been waiting for
More yourself than any time before
(Just imagine)
Soaring rooted to the ground
Left or right or wrong, it’s circular
Running till you’re upside down
Taste and touch an emerald sound
Dream a little, scheme a little
For a place to help unlock the riddle
There you’ll find what you’ve been looking for
More than anywhere you’ve been before
Live a little, move a little
Toward a place that’s not stuck to the middle
Where you’ll be who you’ve been waiting for
More yourself than any time before
(Just imagine)
Soaring rooted to the ground
Left or right or wrong, it’s circular
Running till you’re upside down
Taste and touch an emerald sound
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5. |
Jesus Christ Is Bored
03:26
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Some say Jesus Christ is Lord
Some say Jesus Christ is bored
That we could be a string of 0s and 1s
Binary digits with defined limits
My praying heart and glitching mind conspire
In this simulation I am holding hands with you
Reload for 2.5 kids, a garage, and a view
Reboot to the summer we said goodbye
Insert different lines of dialogue
A 16-million-bit world or a sphere of gnosticism
It don’t matter to me
I’ll choose you in every iteration
Recognize you in each configuration
Some say Jesus Christ is Lord
Some say Jesus Christ is bored
That we could be a string of 0s and 1s
Binary digits with defined limits
My praying heart and glitching mind conspire
In this simulation I am growing old with you
Debug the arc of an unrelenting illness
Design a lifetime of minor flus & small wins
Live to an average age of 81.4
A 16-million-bit world or a sphere of gnosticism
It don’t matter to me
I’ll choose you in every iteration
Recognize you in each configuration
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6. |
Method
04:34
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There’s a way for every deed
A formulaic solution to each need
A parallel motion prescribes this song
And a rhyme scheme moves the words along
But when we spill our hearts
I lose the ability to form sentence structures
My lips won’t let me utter a single word
Even though I’m imploding on the inside
How do I love you? How do I care?
How do I hold you so you know that I’m there?
But when we spill our hearts
I lose the ability to form sentence structures
My lips won’t let me utter a single word
Even though I’m imploding on the inside
How do I love you? How do I care?
How should I hold you so you know that I’m there?
How do I love you? How do I care?
If I should hold you will you know that I’m there?
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7. |
Prose
01:45
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8. |
In Memories and Poses
03:48
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It’s too late, too late for us
A future of roses, dried petals and thorns
It’s too late, too late for us
In memories and poses, between leaves of a book
It came much too early for me to see
You were more than one of dozens
Few would measure up to what I thought of you
It came much too early for me to know
I may never find another
To make me feel as whole as I once felt with you
Yeah, it’s too late, too late for us
A future of roses, dried petals and thorns
It’s too late, too late for us
In memories and poses, between leaves of a book
It came much too early for you to see
We were too young to know better
I’d have turned back if I had another chance
It came much too early for you to know
You would haunt my thoughts forever
Playing out what could have been if it was time
It’s too late, too late for us
A future of roses, dried petals and thorns
It’s too late, too late for us
In memories and poses, between leaves of a book
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9. |
Spin
02:34
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Spin that void round and round, round and round
Let it roll you back from the ledge
Spin that void round and round, round and round
Hold it in the palm of your hand
When everything tastes like cardboard
Salted, fried or charbroiled
When nothing feels quite worthwhile
Whether pain or mirth now
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10. |
Piece
03:33
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11. |
UAP
03:54
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Do you ever look to the sky?
See something from light-years away
Blink and you'll miss it
A vision of something perfect
Do you ever wake with a cry?
Remembering things deep down inside
Sleep and you'll find it
A memory of something perfect
Take me home
Make me whole
Set me free
Let me be
Do you ever look to the sky?
See something from light-years away
Blink and you'll miss it
A vision of something perfect
Do you ever wake with a cry?
Remembering things buried inside
Sleep and you'll find it
A memory of something perfect
Take me home
Make me whole
Set me free
Let me be
Take me home
Make me whole
Set me free
Let me be
Take me home
Make me whole
Set me free
Let me be
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12. |
You and a Song
03:25
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When night nears, it'll be just you and a song
A melody knitted through the decades to keep you warm
The tone like clay formed and fired in the heart of a kiln
A hum that flows, oh so easily, as if you'd lived on a lark
When night nears, it'll be just you and a song
A melody spun of memories to fill the silence
The rasp of age frays the edges as you remember and recall
Lyrics that glow, how they flicker, like embers in the dark
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Joyce Kwon Los Angeles, California
singer, composer & gayageum player
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