1. |
Vampire
02:48
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The ache overtakes my design
to deny it satisfaction
Scary, peculiar (cease fire)
A bird through the window
took me down like a poison dart
Hit the ground still running out of my luck
The night makes no mistake:
a poker pushing hot through bone
and I (check into a room and) fall into a bed on fire
A bird though the window
stretched the skin and it stole my wind
Up at midnight to a burning, boiling dissection
A vampire wakes as the shade
is shrinking all around him
(Cut down like the hunted)
A bird through the window
Knock me down, I can walk no more
Every now and then I worry: what is it made of?
The prize is cut in half
The purse is tax
The pain is more than fair
My kingdom to stop eating me
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2. |
August Repeating
04:09
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The last escape coming to an end
Along the bridge on the way back home I collect
the warning shots hanging in the air
What to expect? What can happen? Anyone guess?
All repetition comes to an end
Look it up and then you’ll know what’s eating
On the telephone home: faithfully repeating
and everything must be said twice
Settle in, the shining day is peaking
There is nothing to say; I can hear us breathing
Is anyone with me for one last August morning?
The last escape coming to an end
A changing shape set up for the race to connect
a bolt of lightning under the skin
Another beat in another chest put to rest
and repetition coming to an end
I can hear us breathing
Everything must be said twice
Getting out of my own way should be easy
when the Alligator Eye (mindlessly increasing)
is put on ice, then pulled away
until next summer
The last escape coming to an end
Along the bridge on the way back home I collect
the warning bullets hanging in the air
What to expect? What can happen? Anyone guess?
All repetition comes to an end
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3. |
Today
02:53
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The day starts the same then gets away from us
My friends clear the way of sweat and pain for me
My friends let me think of other things besides me
To touch the goal of fortune now
To leave the curiosity
Leave only the ones who’re dear to me
The day starts the same then gets away from us
My love is an easy game and I want the same for you
My love: I wish I could stay, celebrate, and be old with you
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4. |
A View From #22
03:48
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A stain on glassy ceiling cut
the size of thirsty city skies
Plug into a poison tether, lose the day
What it was to walk in storms
The action was an easy friend
As ruby sister breaks a heart, remember them
Snap a round into the pump
Send monsters in to catch the pest
Beauty and the braggart lights: a view from here
Castle dirt and periwinkle—
a funny way to stretch the time
If nurture is your nature, best get on with it
The building edges fall, and skylight hail
cuts through the changing light into our room;
cuts through the alkaloid, into the marrow
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5. |
A Favorite Machine
03:45
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A drip through the tube, hanging over the bed
a machine I draw by hand
connected around one end to the other
circles overhead
Push away and stay in orbit
The voice in the sky isn’t mine
High on the hill a sound is pulling us down
“There’s planets in the ocean”
And in the sky levers move together:
twisting halo crown
Push away and stay in orbit
See falling lights, mountain line
(Na, na, na) Help is on the way
I leave without a curtain line
and anyone can hear what I say
Suspended in air I can feel affection
“There are magnets in the sun”
When the tube runs dry and the black trees whisper
I’m missing all the fun
In the dream I am elated
The voice in the sky isn’t mine
My favorite machine still in motion
Push away, in orbit
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6. |
Scary Haha
03:25
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A constellation of white tablets
and symptom tracking (now) for better habits
On the table with limb detaching
the simple comforts are interacting
Unsteady for a fight
Push down and turn for the morning
From end to end the world is much too small
and the studio would like to see more blood
Scary ha-ha-ha: the restless cravings
Two pipelines of blood: a body draining
Dispensation now: a vulture, starving,
says simple comforts should come with warnings
A couch is cradle where
one hand can bury the other
From end to end the world is much too small
and the studio would like to see more blood
From bed to bed I’m looking for the moon
with OT light imprinted on my eye
From end to end the world is much too small
and the other team always has sharper knives
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7. |
Mayday in E Major
02:22
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Day one: a leash undone
Up and stagger through cheers
and parade and bubbles
on my way home
No one can know for sure
Still, I fool myself and think,
“there but for the grace
of God was I”
Mayday: let’s drive away
Nothing more to be done
—there is no half-winning—
my greatest friend
A moving target, starting tomorrow
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8. |
Salamander
05:10
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In the morning
when I wander
coffin dreams fall behind me
When I stop I = sitting duck
One day the band will snap
Lucky salamander grows it back
But we have more to lose
I’m outside, tread on track
out of my lane, crawling past
the upright (heel-to-toe)
firing muscle, moving bone
to jump on thin ice
The chase remains the same
(Cover on face, scuff on shoe)
When I wander
and fall forwards
on the hard and crooked ground
it’s tough to stay a moving target
One day the case will crack
Axolotl caught in a trap
so we can pick and choose
I’m outside, tread on track
over a hill, wind on the back
alright (eyes ahead)
lifted, hanging by a thread
above the thin ice
The chase remains the same
(Cover on face, scuff on shoe)
Each step is a crusade
as I regenerate
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9. |
Fit Enough for Fighting
04:06
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Might last another year to discover
I saw this world to its end
with tragic bile still in power
The best have conviction (and better numbers)
The worst: full of passion for a snake
Some revelation, surely tucked away,
will follow when we take the wrong way
Turn out another chance to recover
from sicknesses that scatters inside
If I get over getting older
then I’ll go home and take the long way
Oh, this grudge against the body tears the soul
Fit enough for fighting to stall vermin
standing the world on its head
Time together gets us somewhere
and we go on still crawling up the face
When I go home I take the long way
See you at exudation
See you with seven million
See you under a scalpel
See you until the next one
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10. |
Overtime
04:44
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Three months before
a coin went in the air
When it hits the floor
what will I know?
Will it deliver?
Up next to it
breathing like a whale
to taste the day
A summer weight
every other year
I count the quick nights
as overtime
Quiet extensions
The face of it
makes a hurried heart
and spins the mind
Any other landing
any other pillow
could break this fall
and open a distraction
from the countdown on the wall
The flag goes down
I thought that I knew fear
With time to gather
this short cease-fire
left us uncovered
To start again
call it in the air
and make your plan
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