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Blueblack
01:14
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You called to say goodbye
but i died
my fingers curled around a bottle of red wine
i called to say hello
when i was below
you met me there after a little while
you saw my psychic powers and you smiled
into my blueblack eyes
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2. |
Cold Zodiac
02:18
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Summer hung a lung and I sang along while we stung at the Thrush’s Nest.
We pretended you were bent and on the mend, and we read the stars for them.
smoking deck
intellect
zodiac
rent check
Lining up the suckers one by one. They get broke on the broken sun.
Combine my hand and your eye and their underfed lives.
They pay their interest on the magic astrological signs.
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3. |
Young Satyr
02:09
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How are you? I feel like a goatman
with an enslaved octopus
Fastening me to my corpse.
Tommy boy, he reads all the zines
when he’s climbing in his trees
he hurls the dumb ones down at me. A Zeus with thunder.
You obliterated everything
when you told me how you love
Nietzsche and that piece
you wrote was just bullshit
but that’s for goats to chew on.
You came out of a mossy
hole in a birch trunk
You were choking flowers.
I’m cinched to this arborvitae
covered in zines.
Steel amaranths sprout around me.
Don’t blame me
if I seem skeptical
of your dismissal.
I am a born skeptic
as you are a trained psychic
whom Nietzsche loathes
by default.
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4. |
Daylight Ritual
03:05
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You have your brain and you eat it too
You got me chained to the kitchen sink with 8-ball
outlook not so good
I am out here fishing
I am in here courting ruin
You wanna break but I cannot stop the dominoes from falling
You wanna break my fingers off and plant them in the garden
under the big birch
I am out here fishing
I am out here courting ruin
O I cannot predict now
The smell of moral disinfectant
All my replies are moldy
In the waiting room of the clinic
Dirt sigh glistens
You're miserable but your satisfied
Piles of dead surround you
Old whore petticoats to Paradise
oracular confounding
Now i am out here fishing
Feeding on a daylight ritual
You would slip beside me
Wake me after you've been writing
We will break the shining
We will hide in nighttime to symmetry
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5. |
BUGGER
02:43
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In all ways we knew what we had done
we witnessed the fall and the decline
everyone drew blood
everyone had fun
how much depended on how close you stood to the front lines
cloud residua library nebula
anyone know where the time flies to?
inkwell gone corrupt history melting up
refusing to follow a timeline
you know what it is?
it’s all likenesses
what are we doing?
why do we bother to transcribe?
my brother sits down
he knows he’s a fuck up
he’s down on his luck, so I
tell him he’s lucky he ain’t a duke
and no one’s writing about his life
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6. |
P.M.O.S.
01:43
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Psychic Maude Origin Story
Well, I first met Maude on a soccer field. Shit was real.
She wore shin guards and kicked a crystal ball.
She kept a tarot deck up in her head. Shit was death.
She counted cards before she placed her bets.
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7. |
Ashtray
02:32
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Her ashtray comes from South Dakota.
I snuffed it out in Roosevelt.
His head was never finished.
In that regard I can relate.
Maude was at the Frontiers.
Maude was at Versailles.
Moon was like an angel
with hollow blackout eyes.
We are all subject to erosion.
It’s an inevitable fact.
I am always losing something.
The universe will take it all back.
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8. |
Bargain Boys
04:00
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There is a war happening
in that bargain bin.
Capone & Noreaga and Beethoven.
The laser pointer shoots,
and I am struck dim.
I wonder who it’ll be this year
to do me in.
I wanna
I wanna rip it out of its context
I wanna tear the house off the map
I make it drown drown drown
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9. |
Prefrontal Vortex
04:28
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I stare at double doors
I feed drunks on all fours
We have ourselves one more
Mirrors stare at mirrors
looking hazy with your lazy lies
I see diamonds in the coal black eyes
We’re ten miles to the front
Wives and kids crushing lunch
Doors swing like bi hedonist
Shells blast like drunk chemists
We are gypsies in a chain-link line.
Between cities, eating clay and rinds.
I see dates on an aging calendar
and choke that month until it dies.
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10. |
(sitting) Ducks
03:46
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I stumble out with Maude’s "advice"
Swinging off my ears on vines
She says “your intuitions, fast as light,
swing alive in a spangled mind”
She says, “In every version of life
my sturdy footsteps brace
your crew composed of horse
our deathbed embrace, and:
what is
what is
simply is”
She says “I believe in every God
that we have conquered or paid for”
She says, “you think you are outside
but you are running through door after door after door”
She tells me it’s a simple life
an immaterial life
“Deathless child of many earths
I believe em all
I believe em all
I believe em all”
Ducks are sitting.
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