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About
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Stones erode in the waters flow. It's way out to sea. Takes a moment but you let it go. When you feel its speed. I know it feels we're spinning 'round. Just a current in a tidal pool, about.
Take me down by the river, take me down from the shores of Babylon. Watch them hanging on. Watch you drag your nails as you're falling. Break them down on the shores of Babylon. Watch them move along.
Stones are thrown in the waters pool and skip to the beat. Takes a moment but you're learning how with geometry. I know it feels we're spinning 'round. Just a current in a tidal pool, about.
All your children, they fight for buildings. They can't see where it blows, don't want to know. You keep on claiming and rearranging but you're moving too slow. No one knows.
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Dirty Knees
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You wash it, you wash it. You cross it, you cross it. You toss it, you toss it. You wash it, you wash it out again. Because that's what you needed. You're gonna get dirty knees again. Because that's what you needed. Soiled again. That's what you needed. Spoiled again.
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Time Lends its Hand
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Free falling droplets towards the earth no fear of dilution. Weight extends its mass and pulls it into the dirt. Time lends its hand. No man, no man could ever escape its plan. Why would he ask? Keepsakes and lockets, places where memory's lost. All these things to mask what really truly is gone. Time lends its hand. No man, no man should ever distort its plan. Why would he ask?
Don't stop it, try to rock it. For a channel, turn the socket. Change your heart. Won't you lend your ears unto your brothers? All the knowledge they've uncovered they'll impart. Let them know you're listening, watch it glistening. The glow of it our pristine little love. Our love.
Pathways and pockets that have no place for a clock. All these things we grasp, we pull them into their birth. Time lends its hand. No man, no man should ever distort its plan. Why would he ask?
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Through us tide plays clock. Scribbles, waveforms cross. Fool us when they talk. Chisel bits we've lost. Through all this tide takes us.
Back home to the ocean floor. I know I've been here years before. I hope you'll leave your open doors. And hold me like your hand adore.
Matter slows and stops. Vital oculus. Choose us for their rock. Use us all we've got. Through all this tide takes us.
Fits well there like it belonged. Fell there hurried along.
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Mitch Fedie Minneapolis, Minnesota
Hi I'm Mitch, a singer/songwriter/
guitarist from Minneapolis, MN. Here are bits and pieces of projects I've been involved in over the last decade. Enjoy!
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