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your hips
down to the sea in ships
hands in pockets
i hear the wind
ill winds
empty vessels
far behind
a few more days
cold
help me
lonesome
old saw, new teeth
tundra
the end in sight
up there
moon
birds of the air
these are songs i have recorded.
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big red moose at 4am
chip, chop, chip
constellation
entire life of a bumble bee
ephemeral
feeding the hogs
fire, i love you. don't kill me
ghastly images of this girl
good-bye, viaduct
his composure was iffy
laika in space
liars in love
little dead and lonely girl
on the nod
quiet the voices
red hot and cotton candy
slink into the shadows
so get to gone
the day the earth stood still
there is, this is
those that have given up hope
vomiting at 4am
west creek bridge
your floor is my ceiling
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