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Florida Tapes III

by Human Hand

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If I May 02:26
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Some say he should not have tried Their words are theirs, our words are ours, we translate loose Some say he should not have tried Words in themselves, what can they say, what can they do I am a western poet You are an eastern snowfall, I translate loose I am a wester poet You're my Li Tai Po, my Rihaku I simulate your presence sitting at home alone on my couch I think of thoughts I can't explain I simulate your presence in a dark room and watch the sunrise slowly flood the walls
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Pine 02:38
I lay awake, my heart full of pine My dear Sycamore I want to come home My dear autumn wind I sing to myself a truth I dare know My dear hummingbird I want to come home My dear summer sea I reach across states, our skins nearly touch My dear human hand I want to come home My dear winter warmth Visit my dreams, we kiss there for now My dear song of flute I want to come home My dear spring of birds
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Fear 03:13
I am so afraid Calm my fear, my dear

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released September 18, 2012

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Human Hand Pensacola, Florida

A vulnerable archive of solo music from teenage years to present. Recommended full-lengths: “Ground Zero Tapes” - "One Another" - “Maduro's Window"

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