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So I wrote this song
On a giant piece of cartography paper
Where I mapped my life out
On the kitchen table
But I stopped when I realized
The only

Never Knew Love

They Might Be Giants

Join Us

this 

Cartography 
Is not my métier 
And the mountain side of daydreams 
Too steep for me today 
Lovers lost before us 
And most did not return

Hug Of Thunder

Broken Social Scene

Hug of Thunder

2017

the pages adding up to me

Eternity
'Til I live

It's like a topography that is made from cartography of me
All those feelings everyday the bus stop

Cartographist

Purity Ring

Shrines

the stem of our womb

Oh, my sweet fairy the past is strong (strong, strong)
Touch not my bosom for I'll not get far (far)
Colour your cartography in

Dream

clipping

CLPPNG

2014

limits, not yet cartography
And everybody learn to fly the same
Tapping B and Up to glide in one direction

It was all a dream
Pictures in murder dog

the numbers didnt align
I did cartography so I read between the lines 
The mocking bird, you didn’t sing to me
You was round town mocking me 
Barely two months

Let's pack up the bare necessities and sell off all our frivolous things
I'll brush up on cartography to document our days
All we need's a MadLib for

its roots down here
The cartography of wanting
A different road on every page
And the frontward gaze you’re supposed to have
Is fumbling and faltering

to righteousness

Miles of expanses covered in one pencil stroke
Cartography of mountains building up a stronghold
The architect's hands are tied breathing down his

to righteousness

Miles of expanses covered in one pencil stroke
Cartography of mountains building up a stronghold
The architect's hands are tied breathing down his

cartography
beyond our mind (x4)

Of dreams and dust
Of skin and passion
And if we save our words
shall we retrace the course?

Of dreams and dust
Of skin

Circumnavigate this body of wonder and uncertainty.
Armed with every precious failure, and amateur cartography,
I breathe in deep before I spread those maps out

out all the where’s and why’s
A pointless act of pure cartography
To plot the course of my demise
The old professor of astronomy
It’s time for him

free to roam They turned a prison inside out And they call it home 
Suburban Sykeses and Picots Tyro-Cartography Blood-full-belly mosquitos

you wither and fade
Your hand slipped and fell out of mine
Cartography, made a map and then lost it
Where did you go? 
This cutting sensation...

teeth
Eastern board sound tsunami relief
Cartography erractic
How the hell did Nettles' bat go so static? 

Nurse Roulette and Doctor Strauss
Nothing fun

you're so 
Far from me 
A crisis of 
Cartography 
Alone I'll paint 
My masterpiece 

For every evening spent 
Discovering what was left 
Of the mysteries

I've been revived


Sea sick sailor's cartography atoned 

for ill behaviour, at least this bird has flown

The decibels you're singing like a killer

marble the ocean foam
Send the wind through my hair
Conducting the dancing stars
Compose my beating heart
Oh compose my beating heart

The cartography

Rolling out a map I get to work
I've always loved the smell of paper
Cartography is fun when we decide where everything resides
I hear a sound, i

The power to be free
Because your trained in the art of
Cartography
We're gonna need a map
A Mother Fucking Map
A Bitch'n ass map
We're gonna need a map
We're

I'm an explorer of your face
I find it an endlessly beautiful place
Cartography learned by taste and touch
But I can't interpret the weather it's

of rhyming damn where the time gone
Even 30 of rehearsing on the ride home
Perfecting this craft to get to the bag
No cartography but I got this shit mapped

tans, race bait.
Jumps out of the gym
Into punk bedrock,
Niche in
Silent cartography, maps drawn,
Written plots,
Pixel polyglot, ravenous mind, stomach,