Casey Mecija — Psychic Materials

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3:36

I've been careless with your love,
like a dream I can't hold memory of.
What are the words in my mouth? You always pull them out.
You said you'd show me everything.

But words are not enough, they're hard to trust.
We only have this fragile love.
We are looking for that place where bone supports our flesh.

I've been restless with your love,
like a dream I can't hold memory of.
What are the words in my mouth? You always pull them out.
You said you'd show me everything.

But when the wind blows we bend, we allow the destruction.
We are so easily convinced that we're not strong enough,
this war is more than us.

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4:10

I hope she knows.

She said it's dangerous, the isolation of a dream.
When we know ourselves too well, it's diminishing.
We cannot mark it. We're told to burn the text.
And not get stranded on a word and forget.

What's gone must resume.
We suffer, palms lose,
I'll side with what soothes,
it changes, palms lose.

She said it's dangerous, the isolation of a dream.

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4:17

I’m gonna gun, another word inside,
these hips are earth, are wild.
I’m gonna gun, so often merciless,
a memory distorted.

I will follow sound, a measure made of blood and bone.

I’m gonna gun, a howling lung to spit
our decisions.
I’m gonna gun, so often merciless,
a memory distorted.

I will follow sound, a measure made of blood and bone.

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4:14

I could never love this way, it leaves me weak.
And while the water boils words slip reluctantly.
Mysterious thing, we feel the same.

You were flesh, a promise that I could not believe.
A line of light often falls to show the way.
We try our best, we feel the same.

Trust me when I say I'll be good.
I’ll be fucking good.
I tried to stay away but it always ends
with you.

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3:56

I know that we're afraid, the silence weighs on us.
A coffee before bombs set off,
we've quartered off this space, ideas hang on walls.
They keep on stacking bricks, knowing that they'll fall.

I don't feel like going out, I'm losing all my friends,
maybe there's something wrong?
But we don't talk about the loss of confidence.
What if I let these words do what they're meant to do?

It all just feels bleak now,
it all just feels so bleak now,
a condo city dust cloud,
it all just feels so bleak now.

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4:14

Through loving I'm discovering details about myself.
Toward the centre of remembering, an immigrant, a consonant,
sounds that mark my words

I put my hand on your thigh.
Your hand then came inside.
"Sewing her skin together as I sew mine."
In my memory we're so many things.
Sounds that mark our words.

In the house there is a bed,
around the door there is a frame.

This engine, this desire.
An impulse to remake a world
that no one has imagined.
To enunciate the feeling of
sounds that mark our words.

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4:59

Words come out like warm water.
Feeling through years to slowly learn her.

(She said)
Dreaming is a pattern cut in darkness.
We've made pain a surface for remembering.
Piecing shapes out of the same colour.
But I'll try, it's hard to discern dark parts.

Words come out like warm water.
Feeling through years to slowly learn her.

(She said)
Letting truth break through the other side of concrete.
Growing from the hope that we can know from not knowing.
There are facts that remain relieving.
There is a door, there is a frame.
There is a shape, there is a name.

The dream it carries the words around.
Adjectives that miss the point, the dream it carries...

Words come out like warm water.
Feeling through years to slowly learn her.

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5:06

Pack up your throne and drag it home,
I know you’ve tried to make things right.
Inside our room, mmmm.
You know I’ve tried, it’s all for you.
Your shape is vivid even more.

Chorus:
A busted heel, just flesh and bone,
a measure of the cruel terrain.
A talisman, gold amulet protects us from the same mistake.
All we’re looking for is a ceremony
to bring us out of our bodies.