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Oh Sacred Surreal

by Praxis Bold

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1.
Gonna fight for more; Gonna fight for more from love. Gonna stop fighting, fighting for your favour. Gonna stop tugging on the old apron-strings. Shrug off the shrugging that's coming from my fever. Gonna fight for more; Gonna fight for more from love. Gonna stop fighting, fighting for your favour. Gonna stop drugging myself To a zenith or nadir. Shrug off the shrugging that's coming from my fever. If I cannot be your own, I may be to you a question: Where is your heart? Gonna follow the treasure. What if I had brought seraphim to serenade? Are you under lock? What if I died soon? Or, What if I grow in wisdom, And stick around for four-score or more, Tending your land in an echo of the bridegroom? If you cannot be my own, You may be to me a question. Where is your heart? Gonna follow the treasure. Oh, the fortunes of the earth Could be multiplied by our hands joining From the first to the last, Embracing this land. Where is your heart? I'm gonna fight for more; gonna fight for more from love. Gonna fight this war, fight this war from above... Where is your heart? (Is it buried in leisure?) I'm gonna follow the treasure.
2.
Possibility 04:06
Anything can happen - Like, Summer muscle in on December. Anything can happen - Like, honesty scamper past the censors. Anyone can happen to capture your heart with their crying. Gravity can slacken And levity lift up the dying. Every possibility waits in the wings to come in on cue. The masterpiece that you see in the state of things, babe, It needs you. Every possibility from the down-at-heel drunk We've all written off. Those born under curse; won't you bear them aloft? Pixellated boxes over the heads of the bored crowd... End-of-level bosses Who don't want the power-ups to pour out... Anything can happen 'round citizens seeking to show love. We feed off a passion, Although we're just weaklings with no love. Every possibility waits in the wings to come in on cue. The masterpiece that you see in the ---- state of things, Babe, it needs you. Every possibility from the down-at-heel drunk We've all written off. Those born under curse; won't you bear them aloft? Born again Under taxi tyres; With your beer-stained spit Mingled heart's desires. That box we broke (Unappraised, unmarked) Well, it bled with words That undo the dark. Storming in with a will to fight -- Did we hoodwink you into seeing light? Born-again, you're so bizarre! We're wonder-struck At what you are, What you are.
3.
(A headshot) How gorgeously you were. But smartly disfigured. Every night you chose it. (Overexposed) There's magic in this shot. You heard drums when drums had stopped. Reaching for me, locked and loaded. I drank and drank for you Like you didn't ask me to. I searched the dark for you, you crawled away. (A video) Yeah, I'm in this one, too. They say my name to you at that last, breathtaking move you execute. I drank and drank for you... You called for my body, in the mood for injury. I drank it into me, you crawled away. Hey, you were crawling away. Carefully slipping under radars, darling. Crush me until I know I once was timber, now am coal. Most burn and turn to grey, but Diamonds have their day. Hey, you were crawling away. Carefully slipping under radars, darling. You were crawling away; Is my passion going nowhere, darling?
4.
Monarch 05:10
Greyly, we awaken In the colours we see. A monarch sits on the nearest tree. Green to ochre Then a golden avalanche; Still, she is ganshing to me Truly. If I met you walking Through a monochrome dawn, We'd be bereft, but blunder on. She'd be morning papers, We'd be inchoate light Mourning for sights and wonders. Friends around here, They make for quite an ephemeral cast. But change is to be looked past - Hope will last.

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released February 9, 2012

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