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ghat train
04:14
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can you hear the metal grinding on the track?
take a dry day out to a western ghat
homeric saviour from the april showers
running through with all the mountain flowers
severed head present in matrimony
settles, grounded in the dust debris
waiting for the sunset behind the scree
bating tongues are left in carriage no. 3
i don't wanna make it easy
just wanna live it
hack it out on the track and a
ttack it out on the track and a
ttack it out on the track gotta
hack it, i am a track addict
settling mettle in a hot mess
what could happen if you say yes?
mending the mellow with a chai cup
training to duck when they say jump
laugh when we're asked are we high now
high as a kite on a comedown
ready to brush a little whisker
two days out and we've missed her
we had more than we ever could say
we had more than we could do in a day
we had a flat roof to lie in a daze
we had shelter from the hottest of rays
we had something
we had more
we came back with more than we could have bargained for
i don't wanna make it easy
just wanna live it
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early morning
04:51
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monk on a motorbike
05:32
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we found a goldmine running in a straight line
no sense but ancient wisdom many years hence
rickshaw riding
rupee sliding
scale a tree to quench your pining
with many tongues we'll bring bridges to bayingol
another prayer
another spin
another noodle dish
above the sky
above the mind
this temple leads to mine
my monk has karma on his side
he doesn't need a helmet to take the robe and ride
monk on a motorbike
with a baby on the back
she's never been so fast before
it's continence she lacks
i should have kept a diary
so i could remember me
my breath was stolen by
the 6pm sunset saying goodbye
dolma dances with her eyes so calm
she stops your engine dead
do you feel yourself turn red?
is it the sunburn this time? no
i don't think so
my monk has karma on his side
he doesn't need a helmet to take the robe and ride
monk on a motorbike
with a baby on the back
she's never been so fast before it's continence she lacks
my monk has karma on his side
he takes the dust road in his stride
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hey, kim
05:55
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early the sun the birds' tongues send awag
gorse pyres force fires in through open window dragged
like rogues blag a cabin below the deck of a wandering ship
so smoke woke being stowed on the lip of the morning wind
the moon is waxing on its side
2am and we're lying outside
parentheses in heaven's eyes
i am a hostage to what you decide
taking my time
light i descry
to wake in a while
warm bodies that lie
beneath a banyan balcony
a muse of colour calls to me
a sari much less touched than seen but touched
to see
my chest used not to be used as a pillow, but my trunk
for you, blown skin willow on your best is drunk
china hides in a teneishan blind
covered child that we're trying to find
taking who you want in an instant, you never cared
you never should have tiananmen dared
taking our time
in the night standing by
but waking under a spun sky
miles now divide and i'm
not spending night
be still, full of time
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