1. |
moonlight
01:38
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well I see never is on my path
and always takes a bath with sometimes
frequently observing the occasional
unblurring of the past-time
freed up molten mountain
meet you on the side that's
shining in the starlight
I see sorrow is in my path
the frosting on the cake of wrath
is icy and alarming all at once
months of miserable attention
that I struggle not to mention
to my mind that's flitting
round at midnight
I see nervous in my path
like incidental mental math
to tangle in a headache
for the ages
that wedges pounding pulse between
a rifle and a slot machine
inferno at the base of my neck rages
and I daydream caught inside
picked to pieces pilgrim's pride
and broken leases fratricidal
naughty nieces searing pans
of echoes and their echoing
remarks
and I love everybody
in the moonlight.
I love everybody in the moonlight.
I love everybody in the moonlight.
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2. |
soothsayers
02:01
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1994 an old guy grabbed me by the door
to the all-night coffee shop
that isn't there anymore
"these are the scariest times
there's ever been"
in his eyes, moving chin, caving in
there was something to believe
2003 an ancient lady tackled me
on Columbus Avenue,
Museum of Natural History
"these are the final days
I hope you pray"
In her face, a ravine, every gray
there was something to believe
2010 I was a little high and then
strapped into a chair alone
when seven older men
or was it eight they wouldn't
wait they started screaming in my
face there's nothing left
inside yr bones and in this world
you leave alone
you don't suck the marrow
it's tomorrow that will suck yr marrow
dry
And I've been crying
And I've been dying to believe.
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3. |
fallen
02:41
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baste the bricks, evergreen
mount the tricks
you've never seen it all
the fallen forest mean
say to Jove by you I got it
rearrange the forces
blacken blake blinded by rot
shooting shady shotput shake
that's all in knots
get it right because you can
even certain mice are manly
muscles meager brawn
cutting ale brown
and mighty fast
into respectful holes
nonsense poet's thought control
leaking all the larks on top
shady shootout shimmy shake
into high gear
freaking at the fall
freaking at the fall of the fallen
pixie tricks shiksa sultry
terror pinned adultry
cop a feeling from the light
that keeps the dusty air
old Mr. Lidocaine
no telling if he feels pain
but shouting in the ear
makes things important
when they hurt
the hell is hustled like a Barney
to a beer
freaking at the fall
freaking at the fall of the fallen
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4. |
know
02:01
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I know
all the stupid shit that I know
a fog in the left
and a frog in the right
out of breath as I'm mourning the death of the night
you gotta admit that I know
I know
the way that a memory can grow
an innocent trick
an unshakeable name
the way that you suck at the give-a-fuck game
you gotta admit that I know
I know
that a streak of bad luck makes it so
a moment of pause
some sand in the eyes
a fountain of fault and a mountain of sighs
you gotta admit that I know
Life is a romcom starring yrself as yrself
Life is the wax in an ear of an elf
Life is a gift that you gave me for months into years
Life is the hole in yr heart when you look in the mirror
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5. |
this
01:49
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He'll take the truth and make you bawl your brains out
he'll show you proof and make you lie on the floor
yr emancipation ink and he's a bottle of white out
yr the box of matches and he knows what it's for
Anniversary cold
you are the worst of the caring
getting old and I'm faring
no better than before
AND I'VE GOT EYES
GOD DAMN IT
Like Radiohead said: yr so fucking special
Like Pearl Jam established: yr an animal whore
This is what you think during The Holiday Special
This is who you are when yr begging for more
Hysterectomy gold
you are exceptional daring getting cold
and I'm caring so much less than before
AND I'VE GOT EYES
GOD DAMN IT
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6. |
snippet
01:47
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in the crowded corner I declare a sauna in my shoes
peace is peeling off in layers and there's nothing you can do
to stop it
to stop it
may you live in interesting times that chew and swallow you
rent a rainbow for a song and rumors all come true
to show us
to show us
point is taken making lists of facts and evidence
sentences alarming farming solid solar sense
how can you march with shoes that tight?
how can you march, how can you march?
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7. |
robot
01:03
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What the hell is this
you don't see
metal to the ground
what the hell is this
you can't be
wired to astound
tell a robot fib
you are so glib when you wanna be
I understand the oil that you got from me
a maniac is nothing
if you grew up in a ward
a maniac is toughing
for the whitewash glove award
tell me about liberal
and librium and liquid salt
you know everything's yr fault
well don't you?
well don't you?
who the hell are you
get off the grass that I collect
who the hell are you
I'll shoot when everyone expects
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8. |
dream
02:29
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every day you make a list
and what if this won't go
with that, what if none of it
can fit into the folds
inside a set
of ancient maps
and in the furrows of your
brain and other simple ways
to paint a picture of the pain
we cause ourselves
when we don't listen to the
scratch that sends a shiver
up the skull that's meant to mean
that there was never supposed to be
a list for any kind of thing
at the end of every day
I realize that there's no end to
anything without a formal
declaration of surrender
porous pickled preyed-on
practiced portent playing
porno on a television set
that's cathode ray tube
from the eighties
curved like the Earth not flat
like the expressions
as the world goes to work
to be the first in a line
that isn't a line
that never was anything
like a line
you might think everybody leaves
but not everybody leaves
people disappear into their dreams
but you can get them back
if you can wait
you get them back
if you can wait
you get them back
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9. |
easelrod
01:49
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I am on the take
it's no mystery
I'm the goat who lost yr vote
you don't believe in me
I've got a real romance
and fake soliloquy
the more that you are sore
I can believe in history
buy yourself a map
have yourself a nap
pile into your lap
get me John Buchan on the Line
it's all a parade
surely you can see
make a note which
noisy float
you'd most willingly be
I'll tell you in advance
and experimentally
the war that you were for
was fought between the loose and free
buy yourself a map
have yourself a nap
pile into your lap
get me John Buchan on the line:
you know it's a great life
and it's fucking mine
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10. |
by rights
02:17
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put the address in your mind
before you creep into the math
obligate a wayward path
meet the getting there all right
fade the copper retinue
made to make a pet of you
cook a council to believe
bend for reveries the same
as when you bent yourself in shame
count the messages received
yr a light you don't forget
it isn't right or easy yet
it's the light of day at last
you aren't a shadow of the past
you aren't a thought to be repressed
you don't need anyone but me
there's no license and no fee
and the outside world
let 'em get depressed
there's even numbers in the square
and you know both of us are there
and I will elevate the dare
I'll make it so the angels stare
and when we gray the world's a mess
and we can get away with less
and we can climb along the edge
and we can finally get some rest
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