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My name is Beck

My name is Beck

Kettle

Kettle

The world is constantly spinning
I can’t seem to settle
I’m not winning
Heating up like a kettle
 
I’m reaching my boiling point
Where do I go from here
Is there any point
Not sure if this is fair

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Office at Night, by Edward Hopper
Subsequent

Nothing is real so we are free, from this subsequent society. Eroding rocks, and nothing is free. But nature moves with you and me.
Fatal attraction

To me a fatal attraction, to you just a distraction. A charity case, Not worth the chase. You feel the disgrace,
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Lesson piano, by Henri Matisse
speak to me

You are listening to songs, that m… I end up with sleepless nights so… I get high to think of something e… and I meditate to feel like my tho… I don’t know when I didn’t feel t…
man with the black top hat

The man with the black top hat, an… He came to my door, and shook my h… Said, fear is near, you must shed… You think this is bad, oh just wai… I let him in, poured him tea.
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The Italian Comedians, by Jean Antoine Watteau
There isn't enough

time has taken a hold of me It’s inside me, and I can feel it… I feel it, I can only feel it My thoughts, dare I reveal it Time is inside my skull,
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choice

I made a choice, now I have to ru… If the universe picked this path f… Am I messing with fate, will the… I got to close my eyes and realize… I often miss things so much that…
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California Art Collector, by David Hockney
Wasted potential

The more you run from something, the more it begins to follow you. The thing you want to stop thinkin… is the only thing on your mind. What ends, will always being.
The Day After , by Edvard Munch
isolated

For some reason I don’t believe y… yet you wonder how I perceive you. An enveloped with un answered ques… I have to fight for affection. A trophy at the end of the pain,
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Toilet of Venus, by Diego Velázquez
confessional

As soon as I start writing - I know it isn’t a good sign. Why is it that I never write about anything good? Maybe I’m afraid I’ll
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Resiliance

I’ve been trying to silence my min… How is it that nothing matters, an… everything still matters. As I walk the longest most vigoro… walk, I realize pain is beauty.
Self-portrait, by Vincent van Gogh
who am I becoming?

Waking up in a different dimension… everything is up for grabs– such s… I can feel my soul is wrecking hav… My insides bursting at the seems, and nothing is as it seems.
Wheatfields Under Thunderclouds, by Vincent van Gogh
escalate

Sitting down, I unlock the chains… Move down to my ankles, I unlock… How long have I been in this cage… Holding the bars as if I feel nos… Its cosy here though, it’s safe.
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In the berkshires, by George Inness
You erased me

The silence has become so loud. My head feels like it’s a balloon… All I hear is the phone ringing,… It replays like a broken stereo, a… You erased me, you decided to eras…
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cycle

How many times must we heed this c… Will we see the veil lifted from o… Blankets of snow covers our memori… We are back to the beginning. Full speed on a train wreck of two…
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skinny love

I came here on accident, best acci… Isn’t it clever, how these memorie… A love so slim, it made my blood r… Could never ever begin, the pain t… Lies were your actions, the truth…
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