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The Forest's Chorus
04:12
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I'm immersed in a bubble of beauty that I will never see, that I will never see
Self inflicted blindness upon me I've survived from unity a binding parody
There it screams a forest of life and purity
Soft, still, sedentarily, breathing fine
In a hopeful chorus, played by wind and drying leaves
Wild calls out a remedy, from my pyre, from my wired embrace
I'm immersed in a tunnel of duty that I have never seen
How it took surprise-less conforming, to find a clarity, of heightened emptiness
There it screams a forest of life and purity
Soft, still, sedentarily, breathing fine
In a hopeful chorus, played by wind and drying leaves
Wild calls out a remedy, from my pyre, from my wired embrace
On life
On life
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Rain Song
03:20
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Like a book I am bound, to a merry-go-around of emotion that always gets away
There's a freedom you've fostered on your Spanish escapade
How I wonder what bothered your polished arcade
All the smiles and tinkerbells were a mask covering hell
Just a bottled old soul, hiding afraid
How you've walked it off
How it feels the same to me
Though your feelings' gone
I'd rather you be, just be, free
As it's raining like oceans, waves crash into the street
They are crashing, outlasting some effort of a reach
To a moment of fleet
How an opportunity burnt itself out and made a need
Though it's not shared
Though I'm still unprepared
All change is what keeps
I guess we just bleed, we just need, we'll just be
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RadioSilence
02:30
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Radio silence
Radio silence
You keep to yourself it's
Painful to wait let's try not to be here
Awaken what's left
Hums I hear no concepts
Radio silence
Radio silence
You keep to yourself it's
Painful to wait let's try not to be here
Awaken what's left
Hums I hear no concepts
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Marquee
02:58
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I've been a slave to your love
I have been caught in the was
My heart it sings all it wants
Louder than sense does
And though you just keep coming up
Try to escape all the rust
Left from your ring here
Making rough more than a finger
Use me, is screaming like a marquee
And though you left so softly
Confusion has come in three
With only two to fit "we"
A lover, consequently
Must make do
Use me, is screaming like a marquee
And though you left so softly
Confusion has come in three
With only two to fit "we"
A lover, consequently
Must make do
Without you
Without you
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Long Shot
03:26
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Can you not see?
The distance that bleeds
Between courtesy and silence in your hook
My soliloque, keeps on pulling
Past creeks of a fling, and crying of a crook
Opening up, nothing but a long shot
Holding just a core rot, from once an apple tree
Seeding or not, painted in a loud blot
Lined before it forgot a feeling
Scribbled out in black ink
I've tried to leave out mystery
Coaping with your absence in a dream
Your majesty
Opening up, nothing but a long shot
Holding just a core rot, from once an apple tree
Seeding or not, painted in a loud blot
Lined before it forgot a feeling
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Cocordion Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Cocordion is a noise-pop group, conceived upon Colorado’s I-25 frontrange megalopolis, currently residing in Philadelphia.
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