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new_moon
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luck is green
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consuming depression
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pilgrim
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A time of seed The new beginnings All potential Kernels of truth Light and shadow Wound together Bindings breaking Now unfold Time does tell
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the surface of the moon is sort of like antarctica, but casually draped with snow in some spots, not a blanketed tundra. the sky above is a void matching the landscape, a layering of fine fog. on our right, pale yellow pando dusted white. we cannot see the tapestry of roots beneath the solid ground, the single organism breathing under wheel, yet we know it in the way our hands clasp, the way our pulses beat as one. i drive us across rocky and frozen treads in a roofless vehicle, pointing as we pass, wanting him to capture the scene with his camera—the aperture of our eyes can’t let in the light necessary to burn this to the synapse of memory.
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raze
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you know the little organ lick that serves as a bridge between verses in "going nowhere"? that might be one of my favourite moments in elliott smith's entire body of recorded work. even the things he threw away were beautiful.
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warmthofrelease
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New Disaster is genuinely one of the better songs in his discography. High Times is pretty haunting, could've fit onto Basement Hill. And how can you not be charmed by Thirteen? Seems like nothing in his terribly brief discography is really overlooked, because there's just not much to overlook. But I'm glad New Moon gets its ddue credit.
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what's it to you?
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