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Ghost of Starlight
03:19
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I body and mind.
Self aware and mystified.
By all I descry.
In this dream I see light.
So far away I can't see it die.
Far away I only see its life.
I body and mind.
Slowly wither with time.
But is my life a disguise?
Just the ghost of starlight.
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We Never Talk
04:20
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I don't feel a thing and I don't care at all.
When my silent night reminds me that I'm alone.
And I don't need to give or receive attention.
Because I am happy with myself and my empty home.
There's no need to speak, no need to feel.
No need to see and no need to hear.
Anyone or their thoughts that only bore me.
I don't feel a thing and I don't care at all.
When we have our smart or stupid conversations.
Tell me more stories about yourself or tell me how you feel.
Do you really think your words show me who you think you are?
I don't want to speak, don't want to feel.
Don't want to see and don't want to hear.
Anyone or their thoughts that only bore me.
It's so calm and perfect, nice and quiet.
Without you sharing, just how I like it.
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Elegy
06:05
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Your eyes lose color every year.
My memory falls far away.
I have your picture, it's all that will stay.
Safe from the harm of time.
That takes its part of you and I.
Safe from the harm of time.
That takes you far from my mind.
I feel you near when my eyes close.
But I know you're far when they're open.
I can't believe you'd want to stay.
Safe from the harm of time.
That takes its part of you and I.
Safe from the harm of time.
That takes you far from my mind.
When you close your eyes, I know you're fine.
When you rest your head, I see you smile.
When you shut your eyes, you'll know I'm fine.
When you rest your head, you'll see me smile.
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Catching Neutrinos
03:30
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I'm not impressed with your reference to lost art or your broken heart.
Your art is cancer.
I'm not convinced that you're well equipped to call yourself or think you're an artist.
Your art is cancer.
Keep it to yourself.
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Misanthropic Evening
04:36
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Once in a while I'll step outside.
And hear everyone talk about.
Opinions and misinformation.
With Startling conviction.
Lower your voices.
And take away your noises.
Once in a while I'll open my mouth.
And engage in the vanity of discourse.
But what should have been free expression.
Turned into poetic insolence.
Lower your voices.
And take away your noises.
A throne of misanthropy.
Alone is alright with me.
Carry me to my four walls.
In my world and away from yours.
I can breathe and speak and think clearly.
Long enough to reach some peace.
In my world and away from yours.
I can see beauty.
In this moment away from you.
A throne of misanthropy.
Alone is alright with me.
Carry me to my four walls.
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Keithan Richards Phoenix, Arizona
lo-fi Diné singer-songwriter exploring indie folk, sadcore, and slowcore
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