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Mountebank
06:20
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Like a mountebank
In the pale grey light
I snuck off
before my worries could find me
Before the day had drawn aside
the sky’s cloudy curtain
To present itself to the waking
Up the lichen covered path
To the still, misty water
Crisp and clear as a glass pane
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2. |
Drop Into the Blue
05:06
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When the country falls into the ocean
I’m just supposed to move on
But I jab my hands into the water
And pull to no avail
I don’t understand
Why can’t the water be stilled
And the land raised again?
I paid my dues toiling and tilling
But, I must have done it all wrong
The denizens all smile and wave
As the land falls away
They all smile and wave
As they drop into the blue
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3. |
Digit
04:12
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You can vacation in my body
You can vacation in my skin
You wear it better than I ever did
Your house is nice
But your gang walk is nicer
And you’re the color of rice
Or a Norwegian glacier
I’m gonna close my fist
And raise my third digit
Oh, I wish I was you
Just translucent
Can’t even breath in the sunlight
Or it’ll do me in
Yeah that sounds nice
Like a canvas is white
No predispositions
Painted on my figure
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4. |
Mon Beau
03:53
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As the unrobed trees
Crawl up to the darkened, blue dusk sky
She coos to the moon
To further open wide its slender eye
Kudzu
Bloom, you beautiful monstrosity
When the moon lights the grass
With a dew soaked match
She is coiled around the branches
When the moon shines a light
A 200,000 mile flight
To wash the earth in pale white
To prove its prowess to the night
She is coiled around tight
The silver night
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5. |
Unrest
05:06
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I forget so easily what it’s like to be wanted
To see the outstretched hands
grasping at the empty air
Where I once stood
The dreams that lift you from the earth
Threaten to put you in the dirt
And you reach for sanity
But all your hands find is a tool
to etch your sorrow into your arms
Gnarled marks in your soft skin
Like scratches on the wall
To show how much your anguish has grown
My shaky hand finds purchase in his
as we lay in the dorm beds
Too small to get a comfortable night’s sleep in
This sleeplessness I once shared with you
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6. |
Waterfront
03:40
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People done lost their minds on the waterfront
People done lost their minds on the waterfront
The spectrum slurs into a solid white
In a room that's football sized
People done lost their minds on the waterfront
Sailor girls are gettin' high on the waterfront
Sailor girls are gettin' high on the waterfront
This ain’t no place for a child
But, as a parent, you thought, “How could it not be… right?”
But, sailor girls are gettin high on the waterfront
People done lost their minds on the waterfront
People done lost their minds on the waterfront
The spectrum slurs into a solid white
In a room that's football sized
But, it’s more than just the jungle juice that’s got 'em drunk
It’s a service in a laser tag arena
It’s a thousands strong clan of hyenas
But I confess that I love this mess on the waterfront
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7. |
Keep the Peace
04:57
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Will I see the end of days in my time?
Will I see the glaciers thaw
(And) release trapped disease
And I’ll try to keep the peace alive
Here within my mind
When the straw falls to break the back
Cannot change the track
Will apathy seal our fate? Shut the door?
Is what we do no concern to us anymore?
And I’ll try to keep the peace alive
Here within my mind
Are you scared to change your way of life
Even to survive?
Time goes fast
So they say
And we stay on our backs
Too concerned
With our own toils
To resolve the true task
And I’ll try to keep the peace alive
Here within my mind
Will we try to change the track
Anyway we can?
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8. |
Kin
06:24
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7 or so men with guns
In military outfits except one
Round us up
Looking for pension for our visit
To La Fleuve
A man grabs a bus in motion like
He'd grab his oldest friend around the arm
I suppose others grab hold with their faith
To the bus that says
‘If your god is dead, try mine’
Seen in the home that I’d never known
A kid digs out a piece of the road
To resell on the street
Article 15
The students are so nice
And the moment we leave
A protester dies
What put the power in your leader's hands
But uranium taken from my homeland
My homeland that I’d never known
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9. |
Untitled Interlude
00:46
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If you asked how it felt
It was like the basement was a box
And someone was shaking it around
To guess their gift based on sound
And the sound was abrasive guitars and bass
Shrieked vocals from grimacing faces
And the crowd knocked back and forth
As the fray raged
He fell in a heap to the floor
We covered him in jojoba oil
We effleuraged his back and shoulders
Someone filmed with a camera phone from 2004
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11. |
Surrogate
10:04
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The dentist asks me questions
With all their gear inside my mouth
Cuz they know if I respond
I’ll get scraped and I cannot swallow
my eagerness to please
and keep my jaw agape
My surrogate wouldn’t care either way
She’s got thick, thick hide
She likes some gear in her bite
I first found her on 495
On the shoulder, there she lay
Her chest had ‘firestone’ engraved
I knelt to check for a pulse in her wrist
Only to be met with a straight barbell
That wet the back of my neck
As she put her jaw around my throat for a kiss
“Is this how one makes friends?” I ask myself
(I don’t know)
The couple on the floor below
Skirmish verbally
They do this constantly
It’s 1 am and I cannot swallow my eagerness to please
And tell them to let me sleep
When the wife eventually peels out
Like a wagon in mud
Her Geo Metro leaving behind an acrid cloud of dust
My surrogate crawls down the steps
To ask the husband what’s up
So she’s fawning in the foyer
Then she’s fawning on the memory foam
Then I hear the new couple on the floor below me
Their reverberating moans
When the night is spent
My surrogate comes back
She tells me how it went
And we exchange a laugh
‘Just don’t forget who
took you off the side of 495’ I tease
She playfully flashes her barbell at me
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12. |
Hypnotist
07:47
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We watched as he transformed them
They gave up their wills to absorb him
They became their own shadows
Never to remember except within dreams
We watched them express pleasure
At a profound level
At his command
Something that I'd never seen
We wear consciousness like a coat
That we take off every night
Our dreams become our realities
Then they leave us when the day arrives
Isn't it sad?
I can barely remember
But some had such value to me
And now they're faded images
Memories of memories
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Spring Silver Silver Spring, Maryland
the wrong music for the wrong people
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