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Whitebled
06:15
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black fly, white tile, bleed oil, red tile
I’ve been confused, and do not grieve to admit it
those who are so true convinced are standing on a leaking ship
concealed, by some hidebound definition, the sand we’re standing on will show us, that it’s not some rock that owns us
now, endless summer dries you up, underneath the browning sky
you live where birds don’t chose to fly
but I’ve seen, the rat among the dreams
the fly in every ointment and the crude oil in the cream
do not write lyrics for this song
I’d rather swing a sword of dust than blow the golden horn
“where did we go wrong?”
a cloud may wear a lining but still it holds a storm
and I know that nothing good is going to happen but I don’t know when.
The brown dove takes it’s flight
from the hotel parking lot
the others get bled white, and tagged when they are caught
behind the color chrome house
the calf is whining low
like a drunk who makes his crying
among the church’s silent rows
crossmaker wordtaker say
why not that heavy other way
out from the eye in a ray
why not that heavy other way
whitebled
sensitive subject
no-one’s trying
any other way
whitebled
men cost money
mausoleum
heavier the tomb
when I spit out the medicine, of the cross and weary way
and the fog lifts up and leaves us, we notice that it’s day
and every worn-in delusion is naked and exposed
the terrified myth is crownless, groundless, only feeling cold
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Last Legs
04:33
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like tractionless wheels
they spin in place and throw up mud
the perforated lung
thick smoke presses down
it’ll be phoned in, the bogged down inertial stench
decaffeinated law, the mud makes motion low
what about the young, what about the young rat
decapitated dog, domesticated animal
bigmouth strikes again, burnt at the steak house
motivated sludge, ensorcelled hibernation
last legs
this is just the lag time, waiting for the other shoe to drop
i felt you trying to help me, but you only curse jewelry
what’s this dark miasma? what’s this foul pestilence?
the stagnant water builds
the sleeping sandless days that took, a broken rudder ship
buried in the shore again, buried in the couch forever,
englaciated way of life
obsolete machine
no more chances left.
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Grist Mill
05:51
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do not set music to these words
the hour is late and there is no song I'd like to hear
open wires and not the others, red the wine and black the color
the time of the iceworm almost past
I'm in sudden trouble
breathing under ovens
like grist for the mill
give them more and more rye
in some infinite tithe
grist for the mill
will I be physically disfigured?
will i come to no conclusions?
grind the wheat and grind the rye
when it happens nothing
people try to change and stay the same
people try to stay the same and change
when it happens nothing
when it happens nothing
surely this must be a dream
a web of sleep still clings to me and I am lost
the sun is setting on a deeply stupid prophecy
and sends the knock-knees running to the temples
I've been drinking mare's milk from a toppled over house
gone from strutting like a rooster, to sulking like a louse
with a morbid attitude, the mirror does appraise
what comprises can be made in the passing of an age
we've become such clever swine, in the fitting of our masks
the costumes that we cling to and the burdens never asked
to tear away the apron of the butcher that you wear
the grim determination gone, the fragile system bare
for this privilege I would give, all the water on the sun
cuz i've been burning tickets like this day would never come (last legs)
it's opening it's mouth on us
like grist for the mill
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Reveille
05:23
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in the valley of the lizards past the broken TV sets
a flower grows on top of a hill that’s never trampled yet
but the tread of tearing tires
and the smoke of leather fires
and the buzz of information in the air and in the wires
the sleepy old distraction of the glowing screen alone
under eyes of all the cameras you’re inclined to stay at home
and in a sweating shaking way it covers up my sight
and surrounds all with confusion in a greasy kind of light
the reveille blows
and everybody knows
but they still tell you
get up and start running
where the lily-wild grows
right under your nose
but I’ll still tell you
you better start looking.
the old face down decision, deciding to get up
or laying down defeated, befriend the chopping block
Now I will say it straightly so the message it is clear
we are like the silver birds in essence do appear
we are like the flightless birds in nature do abound
who’ve given up their soaring for security of ground
but the world is very long
security is short
the secret world is falling away, there's nothing left behind
the golden horn
the piebald one
coming in moon
coming in moon bullet and spoon
the burning grass
after the glass is covered in cracks
the dryest grass
never anymore
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Cadillac Desert
03:20
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Adder
05:34
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an adder wrapped it's neck around me
the serpent in it's posture, is draining life from me
there is water at the bottom of the sea
beneath the plastic islands, and white chemical stream
I asked for water and they gave me gasoline
they said gasoline's expensive and water's often free
I asked for water and they gave me gasoline
I asked for water and they gave me gasoline
asked for a drink, they gave me turpentine
they put the spike into the wells and turned their money green
I asked for water and they gave me gasoline
If i were a bird a bull would step on me
he'd twist my nose and break up all my wings
the only thing left over would be the little song I sing
If I were a bull a butcher I would see
like an animal that's carved before he's free
but if I were a butcher, my apron would be clean
an adder wrapped it's neck around me
so that I will see the bad things that he sees
and when I'm too much like him, that's when he will eat me
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Hecatombe/Agustin’s
03:58
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you’re like a doe giving her life
spoke through the air, killed with a knife
not for something greater than you.
we are a part of all this too.
What’s to see lying down on the block?
This one will die to save the flock
Martyred young one to save this home
alive with seeds alive with bones
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The Man in the Bog
04:47
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the sky is limitless but the land is not
the void is plentiful, the world is not
in the sky there is no chair
no throne among the starry vault
no king who does smile or frown
the watchful cosmic shepherd
is a vanity of man
the squalid and the devious
gives comfort to reward eternal
yet all that praises heaven slanders earth
living is no dreary chore
experience is not a veil
Circumstance my carve you wrongly
up to us to shape ourselves
with eyes upturned in fear the backhand
emperor can’t punish you
all that praises heaven slanders earth
the dictates of a vengeful father
2000 years of moral scorn
first the sword and then the book
one book to serve the conqueror
all that praises heaven slanders earth
the message in convenient doctrine
apologize for being born
in the land there is a willow
true survival’s only hope
life however great or mean
is the one and true reward
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