1. |
Shell Text
05:19
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I want to catch it again
My lasso glowing, foaming
All in my head? No no it cannot be
Circle the floor
My heart is open now like
Never before - I’m an answering machine
Service severed at the seam
I wear the coat made obsolete
Scrub the last shell text I received
From the island’s diamond reef
and then the voice
rips through the phone
“Did you forget?”
Where does it go?
When will it leave my heart alone?
Holding my breath
Diving below
Into the pummeling undertow
My pride
My choice
My words in the mask of your voice
“did I get it,
what I wanted,
did I feel it,
how you meant it?”
In the warehouse of my longing
Losing track of inventory
Cargo ship deck
Anxious ocean
Text in motion
Shell closing
and then the voice
rips through the phone
“Did you forget?”
how many times
do you go home
swallow regret?
force of your pain
turns all your friends
into a threat
you try so hard
remember the song
did you forget?
did you forget?
did you forget?
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2. |
Dead (But Not Like Me)
02:52
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Everybody Knows by Leonard Cohen
it’s a cynical anthem.
Resigned to your defeat,
unable to delete
my training,
your preference,
our elegant
deflection.
You earn enough to spend time yearning,
you earn your trust through sleepless churning.
Everybody knows unspoken pacts
make us human.
There is no shining artifact
only doomin’.
Granted permission to stand back,
camera zooms in.
Hands off the wheel but sharing facts,
fuckin’ cruisin.
I try to breathe in the rhythms you prescribe me.
Everybody Knows by Leonard Cohen:
the replay you pay to live.
The burden of a fact,
the joke you hate to crack —
thousands dead, but not like me.
Sweating candles pooling wax.
I love the sobbing climax.
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3. |
The Matter
03:50
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The big mistake
Can’t be revealed
In a secret location
Where wallpaper peels
Scan the badge
Open the door
To find a smiling face you’ve never
seen there before and –-
Now he’s nominating you
To slow down the oversight
It’s what you were elected to do
Greasing the wheel never ceasing or yielding ground
Compound complexity
To obscure the suffering
The months go by (they pass!)
Out run the heat (pass out dead!)
Still an uneasy stillness
hangs over your seat
(Out run the heat!)
The song you sang (so sweet!)
Lost its rhyme
The prescribed choreography
Fell out of time
(Now) what are you supposed to do?
To build back the firewall?
You finish the final room
Sick with desire to squeal and reveal it all
Last night before you meet
A new cold reality
What’s the matter?
Huh?
What’s the matter?
Huh?
Oh what’s the matter
With you?
What’s the matter?
Huh?
What’s the matter?
Huh?
Oh what’s the matter
With you?
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4. |
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I think I’ll pass on the flamin’ hots
you lick your fingers constantly
You do your shadow work
on off nights and holidays
never missing dizzy sex
or a photo of your birth stone
He consumes pleasure
He pursues pleasure
to walk a tightrope over traffic
and lecture ‘bout the color of the rope
oooooh
do you feel everything?
oooooh
do you feel anything?
He’s got the terminal cool.
An incurable cool.
People like goofy unwon confidence
They like shoulder length hair
you need brief eye contact
with a sloppy genius
citing Carl Jung
when you like your poetry convenient
you’re usually honest but you’re lenient
He’s got the terminal cool.
An incurable cool.
You’re not gonna get old
You’re not gonna get older
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5. |
Proverbial Con
03:41
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read the menu card out loud to the restaurant
every item’s shape conveyed to you in words
someone’s captivated by your sibilant lisp
they read a hundred pages on the sibilant lisp
woozy class traitor prays with panicked lips
electricity’s paid for, the building’s up
water rushing down my throat, let me fasten this
building up speed...
yeah someone can
yeah someone can
make your life their personal crucifix
yeah someone can
yeah someone can
completely fetishize a giant silver dome
yeah someone can
Yeah someone can
make you want anything, make you believe anything
subscription to some shards of wisdom for a debutante
annually paid with images and words
include your special prize your secret settlement wish
eyes constantly gazing at some settlement wish
I can never tell when I’m (turning/putting) you on
I can never sell once the energy’s gone
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6. |
Canary Dream
03:53
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Stop, right now, rehearsed, responses to the
Endless waves, of pain, that haunt us, in the
Garden glows, a crack, of morning while the
Seasons stay, in place, instruction for us all
to find, canaries, in the mine
where the smoke-stained tools tear into the property line
Dream sweet dream of steam stacks rising under
wings and beak both broken and lying on a cloud
A sheet of paper that’s balled up in my mouth
I choked and woke from sleeping in the line
to find canaries in the mine
can you use the image to inform the piece?
the choirs inside the galleries
with the preachers who perform
an entire industry
Rates, exchanged, the pained perception
of the game that’s played in place of self-reflection
while accounts, are filled, we’re thrilled until tomorrow
comes it’s done, aglow in abstract sorrow and we’re left
to find, canaries, in our minds
can you use the image to inform the piece?
the choirs inside the galleries
with the preachers who perform
an entire industry
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7. |
Reclined Derealized 2022
03:45
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Shirt soaked with gin
It's getting colder as the liquor is sinking in
I'm losing sense of time
I'm twenty-two in an hour I'm twenty-nine
Coping as I choke
Try to breathe as I’m dragged back by your rope
Have you seen my friends?
Let them know I don't ever want to see them again.
Wanna relax, just erase me
Wanna relax, just erase
I’m asleep or I’m not
My heart’s a raw spot
Somewhere in the pain I thought I forgot
Believe that it never happened
Another glass of wine
Burning bridges in a record amount of time
It's my turn to sing
I would regret it but I know I won’t remember a thing
Make my way cross town
The streets are numbered and i feel them counting down
Can't find my bed
Hard to walk with the spinning that's in my head
Wanna relax, just erase me
Wanna relax, just erase
I’m asleep or I’m not
My heart’s a raw spot
Somewhere in the pain I thought I forgot
Believe that it never happened
Erase me
Erase me
Erase me
Erase
How can I say
I’m in my way?
I’m in my way
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8. |
Warped Page
04:17
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Tracing the path of
The crystal scars
A bell jar cracked and filled with alarms
They wake up the mountain
Like voices through vapor
Like paint across paper
Seeing stars
I don’t think the likeness
Was supposed to look like this
The ominous light kiss kiss
What gets it’s attention
It’s own name mentioned
The ego’s ascension
into the blue
It might be me
It might be you
We won’t know till we’re through
The truth (pulled up)
overdue (late dove),
Returns a warped page to you
Shivering candles,
The quiver is filled
Arrows overflow wax is spilled
It runs down the shadow
Licking the edges
Fragile hedges, guarding the hill
Tonight it’s me
Tonight it’s you
We know there’s nothing left to do
The truth (pulled up)
overdue (late dove)
Returns a warped page to you
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9. |
Count To Ten
04:56
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What’s it to you?
A stony smiling lie
A brand new era
Yeah, I heard that one before
your past, your ugly past
you can’t save that
why even try?
all people
innately understand
their feelings of
dread and bad romance
embarrass them
so they should be killed
if they aren’t
then we surely will
distance
move just a little in line
don’t change
let them know that you’re fine
and you ought to take a break
but it’s getting really late
and there’s work to be done
still yet
distance, move just a little
quick change, wipe the spittle
A 30-second meal
describe how you feel
cuz I know as well as you
it’s a long walk
toward talking
and we’re
fuckin freezing so
baby I drink, I drink just a little
I drink, I drink just a little
I dream
and I count to ten
and I dream
I hold my breath
What makes you different from the people that you see?
Are your feelings just yours?
What makes you different from the people that you see?
What differentiates you?
I look at you and see my fears, I look at you and see my love, I look at you and leave my body while my soul hovers above
I look at you and burn alive, hallucinating my demise, I look at you and see a way out of the pain that shields my eyes
It shields my hopes, it shields my joy, monopolizes and destroys, pathologizes misfit toys hook line and sinker for its ploy
I look at you and see myself, I see an endless space of truth, I see a single perfect oneness across from me in the booth
So I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know
what’s different about you?
I wanna know, I wanna know; I wanna know what’s different.
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10. |
Lab Rack
02:30
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It’s good to think and think so hard that
you no longer live on earth
you are now outside of history
finding out what works
Scientist screaming
Love is worthless
Time is toothless
Life is fun
An allegory
another story
I just want to eat my lunch
deli case or murder’s platter?
john berger knocks out john schnatter
we painted racks of beef in our lab
and sold them to your parents
A perfect person
I’m never certain
Behind the curtain
The future lies
The past is frozen
The windows closing
It’s nearly clean-up time
Humming like a
tooth appointment
The chef anointed
our cooking spray
Was it worth it?
You don’t deserve it
But have it anyway
Ethics shifting, grocery thrifting
Set intentions and settle scores
Reinvention, cold convention
The lab coat keeps us warm
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11. |
On A Curve
03:27
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Reach out to touch fatted and fallen fruit
Convince princes to run from fights
Measuring all the pleasure recorded by
A simple feature I turn on every night
On the stage I’ll perform with my bandaged hand
Showing thorns to adoring crowds,
Stars melting the platform beneath my feet
The boards weep such an awful sound
(Slip) Secret begins to slip
(Song) They wait for one more song
(Grip) I cannot find my grip
(Epilogue) The icy epilogue
(Nothing left) The start of nothing left
(Lost again) Looking lost again
(spinning rim) A slowly spinning rim
Still can’t say why I dress up my words in verse
Cryptic costumes can’t understand
I’m on a curve overwhelmed by the streaking blur
Won’t be deceived by an unseen hand
Can’t compete I’m distracted when someone speaks
Speaks my name like a spoiled pet
But still I run, towards the source of the loving hum
Some belief I try to briefly forget.
(Split) Secret begins to split
(Song) They wait for one more song
(Grip) I cannot find my grip
(Epilogue) The icy epilogue
(Nothing left) The start of nothing left
(Lost again) Looking lost again
(Spinning rim) A slowly spinning rim
To the affects
To the react
To the time worn
shape of a crotch-patch
To the answer
To the resolution
the self-assurance they all have
To slowly stepping
away from it
To loving something completely
To the recognition
To the painful aim
of an arrow’s bullseye beneath me
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12. |
Sun Turned Over
04:46
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The highway bleeds, and births, twin crying cars
Starry-eyed lying in the hospital yard
Seatbelts, blankets, doors biting keys
There’s a halo hanging faintly over you and me
Now winter’s boxing / tires in chains
Through all the phantom paths and blocks between lanes
With impounded offspring / and those doctors in blue
The heaving body breathing over rivers, houses and schools.
In the lamp light framing me
The express-way to the exit from this grief
And while it might be brief
This desperate clawing peace
The last thing you’ll ever see
A sea of trees down on their knees
Looking for clues / the reviews of the wreckage pit
The infancy of doom is choking on it’s spit
We’re swelling, and swerving, in autonomous sleep
I’m giving up control I mean responsibility
That pattern, the portrait, that you used to unlock
The map that takes you back to memories you can’t block
Is blinking out a warning, saying it’s up to you
This paralyzing information hiding in plain view
In the lamp light framing me
The express-way to the entrance, almost free
And while it might be brief
This desperate clawing peace
The last thing we’ll ever see
A sea of trees down on their knees
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