Brace Your Face

Aloha

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    who lives in a pinecone tangled in steel?
    who talks to a pinecone alone?
    hey hey hey hey
    love letters and cell phones
    filled up with dead codes to old homes
    connect you to no one
    a message for no one
    scroll through the old ones
    colleagues and cousins
    obsessions and lovers who write
    "hey hey hey hey"
    scroll through the future
    will you find another?
    will you find another?
    will you find a lawyer?
    a teacher? a brother?
    a healer? or what?
    hey hey hey hey
    i've got a message for you
    from the monopines
    shell trunk and poor disguise
    i've got a message to no one
    from the monopines
    steel trunk shoots for the sky

    don't wait to hear from me
    brace your face for the fist of spring
    i got a feeling that can never be
    i got a feeling it can never be
    that's my tendency

    who lives on the nightstand
    where you close your eyes?
    after a soft good-bye
    there's no dialtone to linger on
    no mystery to unwind
    i've got a message for you
    from the monopines
    shell trunk and poor disguise
    i've got a message to no one
    from the monopines
    steel trunk shoots for the sky

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    don't wait to hear from me
    brace your face for the fist of spring
    i got a feeling that can never be
    i got a feeling it can never be
    the way you thought it would be
    you thought it would be
    you thought it would be

    the words rumble under the thunder of the year's first storm
    the words rumble under the thunder
    the words rumble under the thunder of the year's first storm
    the words rumble under the thunder

    don't wait to hear from me
    brace your face for the fist of spring
    every blade of grass is a knife
    breaking through earth on its way to the sky

    in the atmosphere, words that missed their target ear
    all colliding into flames
    past the timberline, some urgent words of mine
    are being mangled by their monopine
    way past the highest cloud
    words are slipping in and out
    of a trick dimension
    me and a box of wine
    we're running out of time
    to capture your attention
    i want to hear you breathe
    to know just what you need
    come and connect me to you
    i want to hear you breathe
    come and connect me to you
    come and connect me to you

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