warm wins

from by Esoteric Tapioca

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lyrics

lines of chalk
they don't listen when you talk
painting portraits with your footsteps
soak them with the strides you walk
while you whistle through the park
make them shift and stutter
smile, you choke them when

they see the signs that send shivers down most spines
they feel the fire of the sun that steals their drying eyes

the things you say make wicks of twin-end-candles fray
ice melts, scabs appear on fresh-cut-wounds, warm wins
bring in the strays, and turn those pretty things away
minds untying all around the yarns you spin

bound by twine by their deeds, they need refinement
grounded by the self-same wings they need for flying

hands that cling while all the rest of life's fleeting
steal the stage, they show there is no race to win
birds will sing, lips will meet, and eyes will sting
something better's just outside the space of sin

I see the signs that send shivers down most spines
I feel the fire of the sun that steals my drying eyes

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from KEEP, released May 8, 2013

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Esoteric Tapioca Chicago

My name is Mark. This is my music project. I live in Chicago and play shows around town at galleries and cafes and basements and lofts and ballrooms and communes. I make all this music myself. Sometimes people help me too. All the songs are written and recorded by me. I hope you like it. ... more

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