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Hexes
06:01
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Safe and shameful will we stay
changing the angle dont mean it changed
stomping the omens gaze on me and my friends
the eclipse done impeached you and all your honest men
theyre lost
the pigeon on the door frame is all alone do you inspire
dice clattering on the table is synonymous if youd just look
sparks are arranging in hexes spoken with the word of the evening
the foliage is beaming youre all alone so make the best of it
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2. |
Tough
03:13
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oh i want so badly to build a life
but i like the person i am when i get all fucked up
and so does everyone else
and as i barrel into the future
who will step out and shout in my honor
do i have enough of that stuff at all
do i
is it all coming up along the edge
do we defend all of the fire in the sun
till were gone
oh i want so badly to build a family
but i like the person i am when i blow everything off
and so does everyone else
are these truths because i believe them so
are there folks who just love me anyway?
then why is it so damn tough
to see
to love
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3. |
Feral
02:55
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making plans with the feral cats
i wish theyd hit me back
shopping malls hate me too
but at least im not sorry anymore
shaving the face of the earth
watching from space it hurts
im not running to you
with savage eyes we'll tear the light
inside out
again and again
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4. |
Pine/
03:10
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boy I pine
ive done it for a long time
intelligent by design
and im convinced
that these parts
are working in tandem
weather or not we brand them
all neat and smart
but kindness came into being
in the wakes of the gods that we claim to see
as did the cold dark rain
of my never seeing you again
and all gone
but nowhere in particular
and safe bets are the root of my dastardly sentiment
she can shiver and burn for all i care
and im caught all alone embracing the lightning
i guess my heart has a point
gifted beast to enslave for my exploits
once felt at home in the open
now nature demands my employ
so find a coffin that fits
if the writing is sweeter than living it
i found my home in the void
i am reason reaction and choice
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5. |
/Maple
05:30
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everyday im changing heart and mind
how can we distinguish wince from sigh
you do
fold along the creases build some depth
structure is a virtue have i none left
ive had a lot of time to mix and stew
but theres not a lot of room for passing through
bathing in the open softly glow
gold is not a thing here run along home
love
maple growing sickly froth and pound
rolling down the river you announce a renouncing relentless shout
taken by the air its good to breathe again
so she mouthed
to have a lot of nerve and nervousness less so
wise and proud
weve never really met but this song might be yours
so hang around
but were better off alone to focus on whats real
now unbound
when youre down i know a place
were always in space
do you hear me now you know the song
take me down and through
the mind
and the heart
and the space
and the ground
and the maple
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6. |
Wrists
04:31
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cars ride out slolem hounds
the equine insurgence hit K and dropped down
granite blocks water halts
cut from the same cloth all of the same source
and the marsh being flanked by the brass knuckled iron fist
dug up from the earth and compiled
with a smile
we surround soft sweet powder
for the nerves capillaries and hours
heartbeat loud cackling sounds
knowing when its free its so shamelessly sweet
and i drive down the heartstrings of holy ghost swimming wakes
up on upholstry with sharp xanny headaches
and i clasp and clamp down on the stoked fire ashings
that depict and read out all my brain smears
way too clear
holding guns to the heads of the moons and their ailments
risking wrists for the hands to control all your outputs but
breathing gets so soft after minutes of coughing and calming down
and the pinkest i love you slips out from the sleeve on the couch
and crust eyed i awaken with sledgehammer eardrums
the sun now florescent comes stinks up my air with
mortality and lust and loneliness and headaches more headaches more
wishing all was so blatantly brilliantly simple as this
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7. |
Comfort
01:44
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five-thirty home plug in the computer
the keys are soft and the pixels are tasty
and holy dirt is cultured and wet
smoke pulls up collapses the tension
wrapping thorns around a lack of intention
and every house is a home to a few
atrophied these muscles daily wasted bound by ceramic
armor in a mech-suit clambering into the art gallery of extinction
but the soul is unbroken
exempt from the natural law
god what a beautiful comforting illusion it is
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8. |
Wandering (I & II)
02:46
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the estranged strangeling is waning, salty-eyed, fruit in hand. When her fingerless twigs bear no vegetable, no sunshine, gravity sits in her place. Flat and sun-baked are the citrus critics, with stars of five so memorable and easy. We do not feel them, but not because we cant. In the holy mountain light, she finds herself swallowed in hands like crocodile teeth. We await anxiously for her return.
My sweet sun-shaded cinnamon-like flavor. Do we find ourselves appreciated even when found under the coldest stone, or studied with titanium scalpel, harvested in the light of scientific morality. Fester and fester will that timeless investor, pink with excitement as his clamshell mouth slowly shuts forever. And with final utterance, colorful as fastfood slogan, he too finds himself shut. Up and out, over and under, being kind and wandering no longer, for the counted spirit has finally left.
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9. |
The Open
03:54
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I pray for the open with disdain for the omens
breathes sunlight perhaps some human-ness into my hide
faced with opposition to this molting
speculate the karaoke singers hopelessly eroding
and its bad for its bad for the open
innate
do we wait for resurrection
cause its not likely these days
holding out the page
shall we dance to the answer
cause the questions not enough
to know
are the lives in question for the taking
better hope not
does it undermine our love and fear of everything
and still you pray for
you pray for
the news
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10. |
Soil Frozen
04:02
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since then
its all holding
holding on
smoke and a beer in one hand
its not you its them its them
its them its them
scent of boiling hatred
on your clothes and the pavement
hoping its not there for hours now
and hours now
calm is fatal
cats in a cradle
behind exposed navel
notice
the paper in the yew
its the devils garden yeah
did she hold it down around
and is the common mind not you
is the soil frozen yet
do we have more patience at all
did i miss out on the place
i think i missed out on the place
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11. |
Water's Red
02:42
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Pray for this morning
savor the day
break for lunch after
flavor the day
you insist
the waters red
the waters red
the waters dead
save for the antlers
pray for the ants
broken are the ribs
with love for this lens
through which
the waters red
the waters red
the waters dead
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12. |
Sheep Chomp
04:04
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while the sheep chomp on the brown grass
we'll groove
making movements like the elk did
away
and its safe to say were alone again
at least to say
there is no god that could sneak up
on me now
say it aint so
god can laugh and you cant hide
the cheerful island
is just a cell whose host is sick
and substance is wrong
yet it charms the holy young
and nature is tough
should we exfoliate it smooth
lets snatch the gifts up
and carry them to where we arent safe
the open it sings
but i cant hear what its saying
to me
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13. |
Iron-Clad Chad
05:26
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cast the shadows on
the carpet and tile floor
that ive shared with so few
gruesome and delicate
transcribe the translation
and rearrange my genome so ill mean well
and fortify my protein structure everywhere
i so care
come on man
so simple it never really is
i put my shirt on backwards every morning
my biology is messy and untested
i invested everything in it
hoping the past wont notice what im doing
thinking fast but from and ill informed perspective
she might notice how im feeling
maybe the peace corps will give up all the answers
maybe its the hermits life for me my dear
im still open to it
iron clad chad
lays in the grass
counting the filaments and growing food
doing what it is humans do
iron clad chad
lays in the grass
holding field guides like fencing foils
keeping his thoughts off the old soils oil
state calls these days nightly
breaking bones they might be
state calls these days nightly
raiding homes they might be
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14. |
Serpent/
02:56
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Hey
the serpent is shriveling
eagle is weeping
mankind is thickening
growing is the open between the three
chase
the fondness of animals
chill in the fire
the old texts have been annulled
the death of god is not an insult
but it sure is a problem
these shoes are empty
will these feet fit
break
the chains of indifference
fear of the end
and embrace the excellence
new gods will delight in the confidence
sweet
so sweet is the suffering
strife of the young
the cold touch of the oak tree
shapeless and thoughtful and lonley
thats the way to be
as far as i can see
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15. |
/Eagle
03:23
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focus breathe well
this urge is not real
some strength required
eat sleep expire
I betcha my god can beat up your god
is this the deity we had in mind
time-thief yearning
farewell rat-king
how are you now
wings clipped unfound
theres no horizon in new york city
but is the sunlight all we need
tryina drink more often cause it keeps me honest and im lost
keepin copacetic's got me hooked on genetics and im gone
mom and dad both taught me when the hail gets too heavy get inside
but i cant keep my eyes off all the smashed up windshields im alive
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16. |
Buried (III)
01:32
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Brainshine in the infinite circling thought pattern of the moon. She is sweet, soft, sharp and green... astounds me as countlessly as are the changes from enviously green needle to bashful blue backdrop. She painted these colors perfectly, swiftly and unknowingly. She humbles me, and my intelligence humbles her back. She cannot know my appreciation as I express it to her. My bony fingers clambering through her cold soil, my tanned flesh against the infinite yellowing warmth of her sunshine, my calloused souls against the rough and ever-changing texture of her treebark. She knows me well, and not at all. Our encounters are anti and ant eyes are her ears, and the rain is her language. Scallops and horseshoe crabs scatter across her wet skin like an artful acne, and it is not for the faint of heart. And may my heart faint in her wake, let me lose sight of her in the ocean. May I someday be buried beneath and falling apart within her, and only then will we finally fuck passionately.
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17. |
Hours
01:26
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hold your pride
its not the time yet
just get off of your knees
and stay out of your head
get the fuck out of here
its not a joke wait yes it is now i dont know anymore
just stay out of my heart
while its regenerating
and im sick
from home
youre not wrong
youre not you
anymore
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18. |
Ghast
02:38
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hey man just let me feel this out for a while
wake up the bile all bubbling up
lean-to gently if thats your thing
great gasp the ghastly emotives have passed
forehead pressed on the glass
sweet farce a billion bits to parce
save clothes folding a thought in the neck
instinct braces the heart with a drink
amen the open has torn me again
from a broken and heartless friend
been farming
its charming
if colder
im stronger
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19. |
Kin
06:20
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burn it all down
so says the so called better me
and im clumsy too soft sticky and glued
everyone is a mess but pulling through
now im stumbling drunk and thinking loud
while the hornets and slugs all dance around
i sat alone in bitter cold
did not learn a thing and i watched the sun
and she watched me the while she ducked
behind all the leaves and water too
erupting in pinkish orange hue
thats how she called the gang
for supper and contemplation games
with personal stories set aside
we absolve in the gorgeous visual light
embracing the silent songs of science
im broken frail and fucked up
shaping the earth with clay and sand
on my throne of dirt and spoiled ham
shoe shined clean cut seasoned man
have you met god do you know of her plan
maticulous she is not
she coats in colors trees and rocks
but mankind gave us books and clocks
concretion it builds like blocks
with open eyes and ears and lungs
the frogless throats and teeth and guns
the famished voice now finally loud
can travel through the sediment shaking the ground (and the crowd)
but silent spring is here
losing the bets weve been placing for years
and mankinds lover turns away
her green too pure for him these days
alone and disparaged we'll all decay
but drop that arrogance boy theres beauty in the world
hide up on a cloud for today
singing solemn songs of my pain
the ants all building castles out of dirt
my love she has grown out of it
and everyone in my life knows her name
her green is overwhelmed by my strain
she has tremendous love for her kin
without a single word she has said
that i will favor strength for my kin
that i will extend lengths for my kin
that i will bleed in towns for my kin
perhaps destroy myself for my kin
yeah i will bleed in towns yeah
then i felt a rush through my blood
finally understood i am her
and everyone is angry at themselves
not nearly enough love for oneself
and everyone is stealing form themselves
and everyones dishonest with themselves
and everyone is voting against themselves
and everyone is killing themselves
and everyone is choking themselves
and everyone is drowning themselves
and everyone is falling for themselves
and everyone is
yeah everyone is
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