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Arriving in the Rain
05:57
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Fall from the sky over the plains and into a field
Real’s hitchin a ride as soon as you sight an automobile
At least feels realer than what you know back home
Where they won’t even let you wheel alone
It’s either passed or postponed~
O lord I feel light
But really only when I’m riding on my bike
Swiftly passing through planned neighborhoods
Where they recreate the roanoke woods
Though you know it floods the denizens’ dreams with a strange sense of mystery
So that then, amongst the themes, they reckon similarities
But not what they mean
Take her home, suburban road, like don vliet on the enneking parkway
Bring us rest, the breath in our chests escape and race down pavement meant to pass right by the pond
Before it’s gone to waste through haste
Whereas I would always wait until it’s too late
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Wasting California
01:37
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You’re off the rails, San Fernando
Though I can clearly see
Amongst the misty streets at night
Disdain
But who am i to judge I’m just the same
Although a little less cavalier about cocaine
And the godawful smog that floats through the hollywood hills
Spilling swill that wastes itself, landfill
Oil well
All while they wait
For what can only be termed a ‘fleeting feeling’
But you know that that's all we have
My bad
If your dad doesn't matter at all until you need a home
You know that's something you can't replace
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Alienism
01:50
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Stints
02:18
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Haus
01:21
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Coming Down from Coffee
01:45
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Still feeling tense, I’m on edge
like afternoon dry mouth,
or the stench of coming down from coffee
it will never relent
until I surrender to the scent
and perch my soul upon your shelf once again,
my head feels warm like when
I stop a jog to catch my breath
and reject this carbon dioxide
or stay in bed, and replace the base with nitrogen
then, I’ll be okay
to face the day with a soporose straight face
a sensation that’s sold on the streets
what begins as a bean, washed clean,
un-dampened, tampered, and is then steeped and
soaked in water boiling,
all this toiling, just to soil the roast
for a dose of what it means to now feel "in control"
yet inconsolable about the slow drip from the ceiling
and I’d rather not be petulantly anxious or antsy
but in silence, even breathing slowly
really makes me mad
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9. |
Six
02:16
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Jim, get out of the six
Its sick, a fault you can't fix
Although I know you try to care about
These new highrise-socialites
Who feed off the colour in your eyes
With their drones, tv in the living room
And a stone in your shoe:
You’re not wrong
So proudly a contrarian
Al, get off of my back
Your words are lacking in tact
Although you entreat me
Always getting down on your knees
When I picture you it is framed by anxiety
On your phone, dining in the tv room
Half a bowl of mac n cheese
“What's the deal? I made it for you
Man you don’t appease easily
I notice you’re not weak where I don’t squeeze
Every goddamn day
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riperoni
01:16
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follow clover down a hole
for all the colors you throw out
it's not me you said but i could still tell from the text
someone's dying while their mom hangs up on them
i have no idea who you are but you seem
well aligned with what I've liked in life
I’m fixing your tea, she’s chewing on paint chips
i feel i could rest in peace
hop on my log
I’m just a friendly frog
we can both go swimming in the pond
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11. |
Canadians of Film & TV
02:35
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hope I didn’t rub you wrong
not wanting muddy waters re written
into some white guy’s song
like this but a little less self effacing
that don’t make it
ok to say shit
as a replacement
for what you mean
it’s time we both agreed
to concede the belief
that bunny wailer’s still waiting
on the royalties
that lee perry forgot to pay him
for his riddims
they say shit
if you listen
you can hear the sun
come undone while you lie in the pouring rain
but bongwater waster advocates
appropriation of a culture which was shaped
by the enslaved
their cry
for freedom
crown on the cage
rings with such beauty
follow the stars there’s a place where
they won’t hurt you that much
on the screens and in the towns
they represent the face of everything which we are not
kind, accepting:
forgive me, I’m a burden on this home
so
farewell friends
I’m off to Oshawa
for the day
perhaps I’ll stay
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12. |
Arm the Armless
01:53
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calm day in our suburbanite utopia
infrequent house calls (ding)
i wonder who that could be?
sirens shout the compounds burning up into the ground
save the babies, ladies, and of course the guns
it’s raining at the pavilion
packed in at half a million lives
and he opens fire
it’s his right
but when we ask why
they say it keeps us safe from insurgency
doesn’t it just provide them
with an armory
hate loves to prey on people who are praying
for an escape that will take them to a safer place
but can you lend a hand to the homeless?
can you spare an arm for the armless
are you willing to make it a habit?
cos otherwise
they might die in a culvert
shot by a phantom limb
come on swiftly my friends
we must free ourselves from this plight
strip the sword from the knight
and tonight we will topple the might
of the so-called "popo"
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Wikipedia '68
02:12
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Just say what u mean man
Don’t ask me why your duplicate sounds a bit chaste
An erasable marking,
gracelessly gracing our selective social slate
Antithetical to an aesthetic worldview
which solely serves to subdue and suppurate
Coax the coalitions that fuel the flame
Beat a battered horse to death on stage
And get a rave review the next day
Because “I think I know that sound
you’d swear you’ve heard that sound
Somewhere before
We wanna hear it some more”
But why ply evanescent ideals
that favor flavors over feels?
Lord knows phonies appeal to lemmings so
Is it strange to remain the same when (O!)
Every white-boy pop group with a van
Tries their best to cover Steely Dan
Doesn’t go over/cover well and so they say:
“I swear we were born in the wrong decade”
Why in this century
Would you search for re-entry
Into some early world?
So better forge your path or else fall prey
To the curse of wiki ‘68
All the psych acts switched and ditched their phases
In favor of lasers and low bit rates
I’m amazed that in 5 decades nothing has really changed
Oh well, except for the names
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Oh Pogo!
01:10
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Bury burden amidst the blanket
Into which we both succumb
The product of/resultant from a nurture-less existence
Talk amongst our friends
And wander streets where I have been
Increasingly, i can’t quite tell the difference
(and) When i’m there, I don’t care
Enough to supplement life with an ephemeral world
If the girl wants a boy or a girl or the void they will
Step within to grace and honor god
This is his love
Still, the days ain’t waiting for my blues
I look outside and I see time, I’m losing you
Although I must say
I sure could use the rest
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Emu
00:58
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Off-Kilter
01:19
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I reside near a home for the blind
where they teach them to drive
Sit still behind the wheel and bide their time
before they make a turn and merge
based on feel alone
whereas I wouldn’t leave my driveway
without a green light
you say go!
and I think up a reason to say no
Stub that toe
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Locus Amoenus
02:51
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Grass that covers the floor
makes it hard to open the door
But light shine unto our laze
lets waste another day
until our bliss becomes a mistake
the kind that i can stand but you just hate
erase me and it won’t phase me
cos i’m in a place now, so far
away from the maze town where our
folks had grown to know and to love each other
your unholy hold on me leads to the deep end
but if i don’t float, where will you be? then
the tendency i have to wake
you up on the brink of sleep:
“just let me dream”
you screamed
everything you say is so sanguine
but everything you touch turns to turpentine
And i don’t wanna wash you off me, colors bleed
and seep into the sewage system where they
mix amongst the rats to produce an olive
tree, let me be your seed
And that’s where we’ll go
over the hills and through the meadow
a mythical place that only we know
we'll wait, ride out this storm
with a love that is warm
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Positive Action Everyday
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Fell Swoop
02:45
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Sunlight stains the white lace shades
I contemplate my daze
Last night I dreamt that I cut you in line and you let me
“I know this guy” you said and smiled
O Jeez, that’s a relief
Had you not found me I would’ve been waiting for weeks
One day bitter, next day better, must be a burden to bear
I hope you can sense that I care
Cos when I awoke and told you the joke
Ensconced my body in warm crisp August air
Running down the stairs
In the summer, we eat supper, and then flee for the fair
Not me, I’m too busy fixing your hair
But your face came in one fell swoop
No matter what you choose
I remain a tape left out of loop
No matter what you wear
They see you standing at the window bare
But you realize my motive so I must keep in touch
Emily you are a painting
Ever-nearing completion
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Dent
02:37
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21. |
Scream 'Untitled'
01:53
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On the way to new amsterdam
Our bus stopped beside a bosk
An ice cream truck was parking
And I helped him but I was condemned
By an angry man who had
Tried his best to plant his van
Inside the empty space occupied
By one irreverent goon
“What the hell you tryna do?”
But I was too high to
Understand my impact on the whole ordeal
I just reacted like I was born an idle wheel
Between their cogs
Automobiles which stood still
Left in gear until I interfered
You played ‘old flowers’ at the parkway
Passing grass within the cloistered garbage-green
Psyching ourselves up for the show
We analyzed my dream
In which I perched atop the rampart
I could feel my heart canoe as
I lucidly viewed the two of you alone in a room in rendezvous
Amour perdu which I misconstrued
Off to the Met, I want subjective
Reality, can’t be rejected
If you control all of the narrative
Cos after all, it's all perspective
Look to the right, Pisca and pompey,
And to my left, emmett and ally
Packed to the brim, for the finale
It’s finally nigh: “Ibold and I”
But to my surprise (we didn’t even)
need/have to scream ‘untitled’ (they launched right into)
It to start the night off (the dancing)
Filled me with delight
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Brûle Toute
03:34
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senseless slaughter ought not be martyred
so i don’t give in to the opinions of
the home page hacks, their packs of dogs
so insincere but calms their qualms
they wear the fear but feel no harm
and then there's those who just want out
they know their stock is crashing down
it's what we get and i don’t mind
but if it gets hot
you can’t just hide your face
and pray your race would change
i'll stand by when we get our due
sing “Brûle Toute” smile and queue
the greenest mile to the killing floor
the only way
that we’ll be sure we’re square
our world will never be fair as long as we’re still there
someone left the light on now its warm
so I leave the fan running to cool us down
but it's too late
for the air
filled with our pneumatic shame
we won’t admit is there
and yet it is
the pestilential presence of
a careless candidate
who won’t back down
until the earth we love burns to the ground
why would anyone just let the
vandals live amongst the chosen people?
"unredeemable and aimless swine who'll rape and dine
on anything and everything
and only generate hate”
i know i shouldn’t say but
it makes a boy feel rotten
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Fire in the World (2015)
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Allotrion Phos/Clutter
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I would like to die in a manner most polite
at the BPL
tag in the showers
I'm a garbage man, you’re my garbage can
filming while she walks
spewing out her thoughts
on rape and railings
and it all makes sense to me
in some godawful way
the air is running thin
must the children face
the Mumbai garbage haze
even Bombay beach looks like a dump
kids picking at the muck
choking on the fumes that shield the sun
and their plight from god
he can’t tell
cos they’re not dying in a synagogue
but with a rail so low
how could they
stay so near to the endless pit
and not look in?
I get nervous when the freaks go out at night
the door cracks open,
I’m not scared of the dark I’m scared of the light
its an obfuscation
crafted by the creeps who created the craze
this worlds confusing,
because and in spite of this information age
we seem numb
to the pain of being helpless and alone
the muffled moan
of the cuckoo in the depths of the woods
but if I keep reading license plates
I'll spend the rest of my life in a box
until they put me in a box
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcpIWBwMvM4
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Why does my blanket feel so heavy? So warm
while the air around me stings my body? Just a minute more;
sun intervenes
“let me be!
at night, once you leave
i'll awake without you”
slowly to a slumber i succumb
languor from the smoke left in my lungs
to heal but sometimes just to feel real
cos nothing feels as real as it would seem
at least not to me
but then when i sleep
I’m free
to live out my dreams
and bypass my life
because I never learned how to wake
I’ll neglect what takes time
because I never learned how to wait
I”ll distrust those i love
because I never had any faith
but I’m still ashamed (done bad)
of the mess (went mad)
I’ve made (how sad)
for myself
my own personal hell
where my cell
is the flesh which invests me
but I’m at peace with my inner demons
their voices don’t annoy me no more
and they won’t ever make me say
(on a clear-sun day)
‘I don’t wanna go out and play’
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Departing in a Haze
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You said "I'll be ready in an hour"
But I was already ready to leave
I was made worried by the wait
And so I rolled myself a j
Then departed in a haze
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