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Underwater

from HEARHERE by Lali Wilde

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sounds : coyotes barking, fake dog bark, real dog bark, wind, ukulele, bass, kick drum

lyrics

Water leaves us dry
We ask the tarot why a
Moment could inspire
Such a foolish kid as I,
Keep our feelings tied
And neither can decide, our
Hands are to our sides
But we let our bones collide

What if we could stay underwater?
What if we only breathed
underwater?
What if we disassociate
and wake up to a slaughter?
Spineless weeds and guilty deeds
All thrive beneath the water

I know said i was gonna draw it out,
gonna drip it out, gonna let slow slime slip
into its own shapeless cup but
I let my water get drank up
we toss ourselves
to sound baths and mind math
and I squeeze between these
shards of glass, the mirror shattered
pleasant disaster, whatchu after?

one side will howl, the coyote's growl,
the prowl, the chase,
the unfettered ways
of exploring the taste,
as we make our gaze into grace.
this is how the ocean
calls to me,
in orange, in yellow,
in the moment,
do you see?
the foam of the waves give me kisses
and the dogs'll tongue in the distance,
what are we missing?
what am I missing?
what are you wishing for?

What if we could stay underwater?
What if we only breathed
underwater?
What if we disassociate
and wake up to a slaughter?
Spineless weeds and guilty deeds
All thrive beneath the water.

We sit in an intellectual room with
mystery and misery too
we pass notes through the
vast binds of space
and sleep escapes us

Didn't take good care of myself
Forgot my needs, lost mental health
Got addicted to the time we’d spend
So I mold into sand like a child again
This is how whispers of ourselves
crack open
like the knowing of now,
the wanting of yesterday
and the thoughts we hold in.
we hold our hands to die,
pale knuckles wrapped in wire,
we drink til shit turns dire,
Our palms perspire
We cannot tire
Is it worth wanting more?

watch the waves becoming foam,
the tune they sing it brings me home,
I brush my hair but rarely comb,
I see the teeth inside the dome,
Is this the sea I have to roam?
I’d rather just sit back and moan.
Is this a path to being grown?
To hold my own, to hold my own.

What am I being shown?

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from HEARHERE, released September 1, 2019

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Lali Wilde Oakland, California

hi im ola'i manu mele & i like biting things and spinning in circles

Buy My Book! It is a pick-a-path book with 9 different endings! Click the link that says "lulu".

the music you find here is conjured through dirt eating, cat petting, and the manic weightlessness that keeps beating me in chess

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