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He lives in a chateau
On an asphalt puzzle
That burdens its runoff
On the historical district
Nestled in the valley
Now sunk into mud as the
thunderstorms continually grow
Is this not enough?
You spoiled little prince
Wipe that solemn look off your face
He exists in silence
‘Til he's all alone
What would his family think
Were they to somehow know
Suck it up
Where you can find it
Affection, community, tenderness
Is this not enough?
You spoiled little prince
Wipe that solemn look off your face
Suck it up
Where you can find it
Affection, community, tenderness
You can't suffer like this
You poor Little Prince
I won't allow it
I'll hold you so tight
It'll squeeze the tears out of your eyes
‘Til they're dry
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2. |
Fetch
03:24
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I was buying a tarte au riz
At a family owned bakery
Stuttering french to the sympathetic smile
behind the glass case bejeweled with confections
When the rope
around my waist
Yanked me through the window
Smashing the store front
When the rope
around my waist
Yanked me through the window
Smashing the store front
I was dragged along the cobblestone
Through and beyond the countryside
I was met by Atlantic breath
I was skipped on waves
At the whims of the ocean
I was battling crests and fetch
Smashing my body, smashing my face
I was battling crest and fetch
I was battling crest and fetch
Until finally, your loving arms I met
Bruised and bloodied, but still your pet
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3. |
I Saw Violence
04:12
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O alma, I saw a man engage
In the civil debate of a fist to the face
And the police struck while the iron was hot
They struck it right from the record
They swiped the blood on the sidewalk with wite-out
Cover up assaults with pamphlet-ready smiles
Private facility with pamphlet-ready style
O Free Man, you pledged to cultivate a better state
Than the one Bull Connor grabbed you by the collar in
But maybe you felt the power in his grip
And thought you’d get a grip of your own
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Outside it’s 75 degrees and cloudless skies, but so what?
It’s daring me to suffer my internal woes, but so what?
I have my feelings on the matter, but que sera sera
Wasn’t adequately prepped for a day this nice
But so what?
I've already cut all of my losses, but so what?
I've held my flinch for so long that’s it's locked in, but so what?
I have my feelings on the matter, but que sera sera
Sometimes it's easy
And the day reveals itself
With a generous simplicity
But sometimes, peace seem elusive
Anger keeps me lucid
Outside it’s 75 degrees and cloudless skies, so what?
Sometimes, anger is the only thing that keeps me lucid, so what?
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5. |
Saymour's Stop
03:14
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At first glance I thought
The most frightening thing
In these narrow halls
Was the blood red doors
But with a closer look
the condensation on
the flesh tone walls is worse
Who would coordinate
A color scheme like this?
And I wait here
for what could be 2 minutes
Or What could be 5
As Saymour makes his way
from his wherever within to the door
I'm afraid this time
I may have been short with him
My tone in my "hi"
And he's a stroke victim
And he's a stroke victim
But when whoever dropped
The blank looking package
At the foot of the apartment,
My mind jumped to bomb
And it felt like a suspense film
With me waiting so long
In the flesh colored halls
And the blood red doors
Another day, the scheme's
Been repainted to cool blues and greys
But, with it came my look
At the wherever within the door
It felt like a horror film
With me stepping in
Beyond the cool hue of the
Newly bandaged door
There lay Saymour sprawled in filth
A stench no match for my mask
Beyond the APS’s reach
Beyond his family’s care
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O Kristi
03:26
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O Kristi
You’re a jewel amongst the livestock
You shine as if untouched
by the pesticidal slough that is the Big Sioux
If I were ever to be a human test tube
Would it were for you
Let me be your prized livestock
Give me the fever so I may dream of you
Let me be your prized livestock
Give me the fever so I may dream of you
Give me the medicine
so my heart may break for you
O Kristi
Give me the freedom to kill
Give me the freedom to hurt
Put our beloved state on the map
As the infection capital of earth
Let me be your prized livestock
Give me the fever so I may dream of you
Give me the medicine
so my heart may break for you
What’s a few bodies
If business is booming?
The dead weigh light
On a country girl’s shoulders
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7. |
Plead Insanity
03:37
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Even after all this time
I'm trying to figure out the case for you
The case that’s pleaded in the corner of my skull
People bet it all on love
When they do they give up on themselves
They reckon that they’re incomplete
Even after all this time
Even after all this time
I'm trying to find a different case for you
The old one’s breaking open in my mind while i sleep
Like a punctured poison pouch
People bet it all on love
When they do they give up on themselves
They reckon that they’re incomplete
Even after all this time
They bet the earth on one person
And yes there’s no one else
What an insane notion
And I’m not saying that that’s how I feel about you
But if I am insane and so are they
How can I tell the difference?
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Light Tread
02:35
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Set Up a Camera
03:56
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As you nestle into each other
Lend me the gift of one another
Nestled between crowded news sites and empty streets
Lend me your languid forms slipping into your new routines
Set up a camera and let me watch
Worry not how I’ll get off
A viewer from outside will do no harm
Living alone can be so hard
As your honeymoon stretches out
Like two mirrors face to face
When reason left, a divorcée
Now, It’s only ever you two who are face to face
Set up a camera and let me watch
Worry not how I’ll get off
A viewer from outside will do no harm
Living alone can be so hard
This whole world was designed
For people you’ll never meet to get off
So, if I can’t covet
What have I?
And if I can’t exploit
What am I?
Set up a camera and let me watch
Worry not how I’ll get off
A viewer from outside will do no harm
Living alone can be so hard
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10. |
Call It Strength
05:46
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While my mother works in the rain
To help the blind man find his way
You work to impress your student
Whose love you claim
Do you remember all of the times
you insulted us to our faces
You made her believe that she might be going insane
And now here you stand at the top of the stairs
To ask for a hug from your kid
So small and confused
The ‘you’ you wanted hidden
Your face, lifting weight just to hold back the tears
The lesson you scorned into me
An alien look on your face
I’ve dreaded for years
While my mother works in the rain
To help the blind man find his way
You work to impress your student
Whose love you claim
Do you remember all of the times
you insulted us to our black faces
A story so common
It barely merits the page
Men push their weakness on you
And call it strength
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Spring Silver Silver Spring, Maryland
the wrong music for the wrong people
Contact: springsilverrocknroll@gmail.com
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