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video games & the surf of waves

from New Age Baby Faced Wisdom by Hareld

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PART 1:

Empty-hearted, I done parted with a real life,

When it started all these markets looking real nice,

Pixelated, exhilarating, how I look twice,

All these visions, fractured prisms – shining like ice,

Feels so good in my fool’s-fools paradise,

A fool’s gold is never sold overprice,

Head is spinning – I’m admitting – life is outta site,

Beauty queens on my screen, but I’m alone right?



PART 2:

Paradise is nice this year, ay?

Paradise take flight frontiers,

Paradise think twice, no fear,

Paradise is a lie, I hear.



PART 3:

Ready for a night, a moment that will never come,

Heart, beat, and think – but never speak – a frozen hanging tongue,

The glow is warm – I sleep, I dream of things I haven’t done,

My body’s loose on legs that race from things they can’t outrun,

Running wild, my drinking ways look how they weigh a ton,

But still in drought, another thirst from this deserted son,

Worst game I know -- but boy look how we’re having fun!

You’d think I’d learn to quit -- but then how would I fill my lungs?



PART 3:

I see it in my dreams, it makes me feel a millionaire,

With skin it fits, you see I’ve hid myself so very well,

And it becomes so clear, how I am not from around here,

As if you skinned a deer and found a human standing there,

Whose breath was steam that billowed out, so hot in frigid air,

Then lumbered off, like what you’d seen was just a fabric tear,

A creature green in golden grass before it disappears,

And last you catch a glimpse, a face of what you’ve always feared,

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It’s an old head, it’s an old head, think about it like I was an old head,

Duly noted, duly noted, I am bottled water only moated,

I am focus, I am focus, shattered liquid with a bit of hocus,

I’m the hostess, with the most-ess, at a party every body ghosted.



Out of tune and out of tokens, how this record player’s surely broken,

I am bogus, I am bogus, everything I say is just a notion,

Just a tourist, I am motion,

Who’s been gifted point like some old shogun,

Status-quoted, without voting,

--It’s that what I get straight off the dome shit,



If you came here for the right ways,

Then you came to just the wrong place,

You can tell that – I’m a liar – by my blue eyes and my white face,

Apple pie left here on my plate,

On my lips now – boy it tastes great,

I’m embarrassed, I’m all red-faced,

It’s a wish that’d give me place in my state.

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Try living in the fucking matrix, boy,

Just that needle in a haystack joy,

Same song since the day you was born,

Looping like some crashing surf of waves on shore,

Wonder why I’m getting wasted more?

Try sleeping on a waste-filled floor,

-- A mattress that your friend paid for,

Feeling faker than a vape pen boy.



Fingers cold on the concrete pour,

Same business back in 54

Grandfather built after the war,

That paved the way for you to feel so bored,

This all I can touch right now?

Only thing I feel when I lie down?

Lost at sea, here, about to drown,

With not another living soul around,



Another 6 here below this ground,

With my necklace on, my finest gown,

How much compromise did I allow?

That’s all I’ll ask when I lie down,



That’s the selfish life, the selfish life,

And I didn’t even do that shit right.

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from New Age Baby Faced Wisdom, released October 7, 2016

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