the air gets hot and sticky
in september running barefoot
i cant forget the summers smell
i can hear your voice in those speakers
soft and humble, weary and yearning
:42 tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
~1:30
i can walk
i can walk
i can walk
i can walk
i can walk
i can walk
to the drive thru
or i can walk
to the beach
or i can walk
to your dentist's or
i can ride my bike
and you can ride on my pegs
2:15
2:45 i can run up and down your stairs leading to floors that dont exist to floors that do exist and are fitted in ikea to floors that dont exist except only in your mind which is kind of existence in the same way exiting the womb is kind of existence to floors that do exist and are flush with friendly ghosts and bleeding then breathing then smiling then laughing humans to floors with no busts of god to floors with halls filled with paintings of our valiant, courageous defeats and euphoric victories to floors that to floors that to floors that to floors that to floors that to floors to floors that to floors to floors that floors that
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
tumble dried, spry
soft and humble, weary and yearning
i can hear your voice in those speakers
i cant forget the summers smell
in september running barefoot
the air got hot and sticky
the moon winked at the sun
and said dont fret
we'll play again soon
we'll play again soon
we'll play again soon
we'll play again soon
:08
i, i, i
- steven
- "Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
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