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After Sandy
01:35
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To believe it never fade away
To pretend it never fall apart
To create the life you never had
To remember the voices in his head
To survive from dreaming through the nights
To correct the wrongs within the right
To become the truth in his lies
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2. |
Atmospheric Zebra
04:36
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Ten islands in silence
Nine cats in the bed
Eight birds in purse
Seven days without jays
Six months chasing over five nightlines
Four souls in three bowls
Two horses play morse
One man with no hands, he stays.
Run around the universe,
escaping to my jupiter.
And trance in space,
no moments in his eyes.
You belong to Uranus,
and dreaming through the lights in Nihilism.
He flies in lights.
I hide.
I can’t control the time and space to read your face.
My watch was stopped in the past seven minutes with the flying, flying, flying birdcage.
I remember there is a wooden horse howling in the Ferris Wheel.
Please turn it on for me.
Don’t wake her up.
Let her take the corsair for nine times.
Run around the universe,
escaping to my jupiter.
And trance in space,
no moments in his eyes.
You belong to Uranus,
and dreaming through the lights in Nihilism.
He flies in lights.
I hide.
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I wave hello to the wolves on the Siberian Plain.
I hear lives in the Dead Sea.
I yearn for the cows that flipped off the cliffs in Lauterbrunnen.
I release the fireflies in my pocket over the Arctic Ocean.
I never stop by your homeland.
I land in the lighthouse.
I hear you telling me
a place called home is not a place
My blood turns into sea water.
My hair turns into seaweed.
My hands turn into sea stars.
My teeth turn into corals
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4. |
Larpo Neptune
05:55
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red forest
birds aren’t taking rest
someone stole their nuts
a parachute is swimming with a goose
will drown in juice
paranoid
she burns her noise
remember a sighing voice
she threw her crown, mirror and clocks
farewell to her town
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5. |
Wercury
04:13
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she lives on a mountain...
she can’t find her path...
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6. |
Bunny Bastard
04:30
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you stole my coat
I can't feel cold
you cut my ears
I won't fear
I drew flame red
on lips and ties
I hear your voice
from my back
you found her ears
not far from here
their souls are seared
with frozen tear
I burnt his sight
in the flaming night
he bled pale whit
on neck and tie
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7. |
Before Sandy
02:31
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Fay Kueen Brooklyn, New York
"Beijing-raised, Brooklyn-based singer-songwriter and composer Fay Kueen Wang has been through a lot in the past decade. An emerging new voice in the industry, the multi-faceted artist has been exposed to many different countries, cultures, and careers. She’s encapsulated all of those experiences into her must-hear debut album, A Place Called Home is Not a Place." - Pop Culturalist ... more
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