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Held!!!
01:47
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lock up yr children turn off yr robots fasten the screen door
tighten yr belt now trim up yr bowl cut survey the landscape
drink up the cheap wine bury the old bones tie up the hammock
yr angles so high posture & tone
& after that one i spent some time alone
i wanted to tell everyone i was held
i shouldn’t be surprised at myself
be nice to yr friends tell off a mean guy show off yr dress pants
hold on to my hand stand up real straight & stagger away now
send out a postcard turn up the old soil follow the youth &
whenever you want i would go gladly into yr old home
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asking for another language, appropriate,
filtering thru silver ages, forget about it
i don’t wanna be a vole, in a field, in the sun
you just want a discrete void, could you mean this?
waiting for a late reminder, if you recall
asymmetrical & languid, so just step soft
don’t wanna read yr mind so don’t bother
you just want to write it off, could you mean this?
listening for just one voice, it isn’t easy
wading thru the vines & thorns cause i can’t see
i don’t wanna see her taken to a dark place
you just wanna make it fake, could you mean this?
throwing off sparks & discalculic whatever you say i am following
& i will toss bricks & scream for attention yr misplaced affection & scrambled regrets got me melting
crawling out into the snow after a long fall
saw her there & lying cold, did it happen at all
i don’t wanna take yr hand because it’s so numb
you just wanna slip away
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3. |
I Will Check yr Fever
04:47
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smaller towns & cities, stand-ins, salty air & coastal flesh
perspective from a sinking boat, she said: the land is beautiful
ministered yr rites in key, couldn’t get a grasp on secrets
sawing thru the wheels you shelter so: enjoy yr holidays
me i’m always on vacation, luxury i couldn’t spare
shaking down yr sister’s trust she said: it isn’t happening
lost my lust for living gentle, practicing a bitter joy
looked at all around before you go: congratulations love
a little place beside the harbor, a rock to climb upon the shore
a drink to settle in the evening, doors spilling light into yr room
will you trade silence for sleep? can we take shelter in the years?
i wandered off while you shifted & shook
but i’m still here
i don’t suppose i’m going anywhere
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4. |
Clark, I'm Sorry
03:42
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i tried to be a well dressed man
they staked me out, led me on, their children suffocating
& pretty soon they shot me down
hyperventilating, hope that you don’t see me later
i couldn’t keep her off my mind
wrote automatically, dictated every word i’m speaking
& pretty soon she came around
but our routine was improvised, i couldn’t stop my hands from shaking
(ch.) i get sold, i don’t get seen
slideshows spin & grind & stall out, i don’t wanna go outside
i don’t wanna see you draw a line, but it don’t reach
view gets blurry & it burns out, i don’t wanna live or die
drowning i got drowned out (/ch.)
i couldn’t sing them back to me
while they were locked away i could not stay so isolated
& shaky fists that clung to me
a real slow disease, temporary & sustaining
i took her everywhere with me
into the light, but i could not keep track of all my scheming
& when we crossed & looked around
our routine was improvised i couldn’t stop my hands from shaking
(ch. repeats)
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5. |
Senior Tilapia
01:17
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who do you think you are?
who do you want to be?
if you wanna be an asshole, just go on & be an asshole
if you wanna be a nice guy be a nice guy
don’t order tilapia at denny’s
don't order tilapia at denny's
what were ya thinking? ordering that fish-thing?
don’t order the tilapia, get french fries
don’t be an asshole
don't be an asshole
wanna be a nice guy? get french fries
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build a silhouette & strings & swell/decay
& stupid haircut-shaded eyes expiring
how many mothers? how many lunches?
& we’re all lovers, & we’re all trouble
& we all got sunk
we all got corrupt
still faith in everyone everyone
couldn’t stand my face
what a waste, what a waste
still faith in everyone everyone
when will the children come home?
phone catch phone fall phone slip phone
fray the ends & blameless flailing: affect a pose
lying or better: lieutenant or mayor
always in trouble! giving up loving
with a failing body
& a shitty story
still faith in everyone everyone
& yr written off
sleepless disembark
still faith in everyone everyone
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7. |
Master of Many Forks
03:21
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you consider while, the distance feathering,
wrap around & lash to me, yr not so clever
when it’s time to leave, turn the fractions feed percentage
yr not so charming, i’m not regretting
apartments, shuttling between
don’t you want to murder me?
a pale sharpening, to reach, reduce, suspended
heat will subside you see, but it wasn’t my intention
indeterminate! too many forks to master
he’s just slumming down with the regulars
& all the diagrams they dream
don’t you want to murder me?
you’ve been frequenting the palmist looking backward
mostly for some pre-redemption
but crooked lines go guilty, the results revolve
& historical campaign speeches written:
all the candidates were measured
i woke up shuddering, a calm distinction
i made a list of real people & i found that you were missing
it’s a long contained retreat mistaking density for vision
i’m not so charming, i lost the measure:
a hundred days all in between
don’t you want to murder me?
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8. |
Possession/Propriety
03:16
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in streets & towns & states away, subdued
stalled fates & filaments, removing absolutes
try to do the best thing, but you only stand to lose
what belongs to me, i’m asking
own a feeling, ignore the distance, list lifeless without resistance knock me down on saturday & drive me home much later
do it for yr unborn children falling in their slumber
& when you stop taking in food still drinking yr self under
given into tangles & shaded into graves
what belongs to me, i’m asking
hold an idea, shake recursion, resuscitate an old diversion
pick me up along the way for no apparent purpose
when the spark won’t fly, but sink & burrow in to
intentions that you don’t intend to try
& it guilts you into thinking that maybe for a while you’d be mine
a ritual will kill you but then no one is to blame
beliefs not cancelled by the disbelievers
let yr hair grow long again or fake it til it’s true
what belongs to me i’m asking
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9. |
Artist & Students
01:16
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& maps remain i chase & i could cast my shape in a sliver
thru the molding in yr stairwell, it’s slanted
so escalate my fears
the best of all worlds is slumbered over
basement apartments getting brand new coats of paint
& i’m thinner in return
it’s yet to arrive, the queue is lengthy
remonstrate me, how will i ever get clean?
it’s out of state, maps remain
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