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Feel the tilt again and keep balance
autumn's running out of steam it seems
Gloom will glide right in with glitter
and settle into town like frost
Put the kettle on the stove top
find a warm song to hum
The Driftler stirs in their sleep
And I'm ready to bundle up
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Kaleidosnow!!!
03:04
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Twirling towards the earth
an army of dancers
gracefully fumbling
swirling in the wind
they mesmerize and then
crash so silently
Walking home I'm awful cold, I'm frozen
In frigid flurries
Walking slow, the colors glow they're whirling
In no hurry
Lining all the streets
a casual whimsy
bright and shining
measures of goodwill
that drive up electric bills
kaleidoscopic
funny things that we do to make it through
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The Driftler wakes again
shaking summer sand from their eyes with reluctant hands
riding the grey clouds like a train
moving like coffee in the morning
going like the rain to
Drift into cities, drift from the moon
drift into hallways on the bottom of my boots
The carpet's cozy warm laying down for hours
the hearth is slowly glowing low sharing color
pots and kettle on the stove
lazy cooped in the home
I wonder where all that you go
Do you drift into coal towns?
do you drift in the fields
that drift by the highways
that drift out of view?
Do you drift in the churches
like ice down a creek?
Do you drift through my windows
as I drift off to sleep?
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No heat
cold during sleep
my breath
shines while I dream
No heat
cold during sleep
keep warm
in the basement 'til dawn
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come around don’t you now
an October crown
trees were slouching, crooked again
only an hour until you leave town
I saw hearts gushing with empty sentiments
your friends all miss you but are growing tired
you only see yourself and I'm growing tired
Snow ended November
comparisons ran wild
you were grey skies testing our worth
December heard sounds of mending bells
you started talking bad about Pittsburgh
New year's came and went without ya 'round
and I was glad
January cooped up alone inside
frost sweeping at my windows
you said you'd come back to see the band
while the weather's still cold
then February ended
I won't let old friends put me down with their words
one day I'll do something good
I won't let a place decide my worth
one day I'll go somewhere good
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Drink Pine Needle Tea
02:08
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you could be kind to yourself
(or)
yooooouuuuuuuu ccccooooooouuulllllddd
beeee kiiiiiii iiiinnnd tooo youurrseeellllfffff
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vireo Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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