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Tired Matter
A tired matter
Is what keeps me up
Too late at night
Even when the wind
Has stopped
My mind still goes
Giddy Markets
Giddy markets
Cut out the middle class
Of people
Working day and night
Giddy homes and giddy cars
Giddy stocks and giddy stars
So hold tight
And wait for a new opportunity
If it ever comes
Again
Dapper and Jealous
It was an alright start
To a uneven night
That started with a nice
Shirt and pants
I could tell
That my own jealous
Self was not
Going to let go
Of my freedoms
So easily
I took off from the back door
And into the evening
Away from the odd path
My feet were beating
Escape Pipe
Is there any way out?
From a dismal start
To the lying stout
That comes with time
And frustration
With all the hopes
Of one great nation
The only hope
Is to escape
Quietly
In the night
Obey
I obey
The rules of the road
Wherever I go
From day to day
From time to time
The rules are there
To keep me in line
Better Multiply
Starts with one
Then the whole
Thing comes undone
Its a multiplier
Of one to
Many
That is the way
That change
Is made
Evanescent Rose
A thing of beauty
In the eye to behold
Is a delicate rose
That will live and die
In a few days time
So we must take out time
To take in the beauty
Of the
Evanescent rose
Recondite
From the far off lands
Of the rolling hills
And falling sands
We learn that the world
Itself
Has a plan
For us
If we listen
Or if we care
If we like or if we
Share
So I will say it now
Just be prepared
Breaking the New
Breaking the new
Is a way of
Taking back what is now
Old
And creating something
Right now
Or
Real soon
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