1. |
Bird Over Mill
04:13
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Thinking about thinking.
I’ve been walking down there.
I’ve been wrinkling all the seams.
Stealing all the wrong things,
breaking into soft chains,
death is not the inverse of sleep.
I’ve been chasing strangers
from broken spurs to rangers
from seven times four isn’t me.
Driving into declines,
breathing in refineries
to feel the wind on my knees.
Bird over mill.
We’re falling into our roles.
Sun over silo.
We’re falling into our roles.
And the churches sing.
We’re running into lost souls.
You can be hated.
We’re running into lost souls.
Thinking about thinking.
I’ve been walking down there.
I’ve been wrinkling all the seams.
Stealing all the wrong things,
breaking into soft chains,
death is not the inverse of sleep.
Talking about talking.
Drink some more to shut up
until I open my mouth again.
I’ve been making noise, yeah,
we’re all building a racket
until we reach the bird over mill.
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2. |
Our Syndicate
04:25
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They call the shots.
I’m just a patsy
taking the weight of the fall.
The heroes are gone.
I’m running away from the loan
shark’s brawl.
Here’s something else––
The suits in the alley
want to rewrite the laws,
breaking them all,
so stack the chips high.
Sell all your assets
til' they whisper the last hit
and cut off cash sift.
Remember what you parents said?
Always take your medicine.
Cut me down to size.
Tell me I’m alive.
Look me in the eyes.
Lies materialize.
Disguise your thoughts.
Bury the hatchet
until soil is soft.
Pirouette softly.
Dance around holes until
the music stops.
Here’s something else––
I can tread lightly when
there’s pacing involved
between the bars.
So dress to the nines.
Put on a tie and
join the onslaught of lies,
people rolling the dice.
Cut me down to size.
Tell me I’m alive.
Look me in the eyes.
Lies materialize.
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3. |
Messages
05:52
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There’s something
I’m withholding.
I’m not what I’ve said.
I carry these thoughts to bed.
My dear love.
From the brink of death,
I’ve wanted another blackout
to swallow with my dread.
I’m standing here
on taut wire.
One fall and it's all over––
Trapeze funeral pyre.
When I was fifteen
I cut my chest
to leave behind a scar––
a memento of the southwest.
When I think of then,
my heart grows heavy because
I knew I was dreaming.
Now, I’m sitting in the forest
left to fight all my demons.
Now, when I’m alone it doesn’t bother me much at all.
When you are alone, nobody can see how far you will fall.
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4. |
Puzzles
05:09
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5. |
Stay Inside
04:30
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Stay inside.
I want to be the
one who says that
I am not alive
until we're buried,
screeching under the ––
Daylight arrives.
Poets marching
to sibilance and they
broke my stride.
I'm not that easy,
hope to God I die.
A hero underground.
I can't wait for
a body to form.
Ascending from the lore,
avert the eyes of
different eyesores.
I can hear the sound
of slow twitch fibers
and lead pipe drivers
bursting all around.
You're all smiles,
decomposing.
This land is light,
makes it easy to toss away.
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6. |
Silhouettes
05:11
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You’ve heard it all before.
The silhouettes are calling,
pointing which the way to go.
Breakdown of ritual.
The roots run more than deep
alluding to the weak,
from weeks to years ago.
Nations to chromosomes.
Untangle them all
and give them a song.
Rearrange the letters
and give them a story.
Break them apart
and give them a song.
Rearrange the letters
and give them a story,
a story to distort me.
Scribble outside of the lines.
You’ll get pulled in.
Swim against nickel brine.
You’ll get pulled in.
If you question design.
You’ll get pulled in.
Change the way the sun sets.
They’ll be coming.
Decipher the language.
They’ll be coming.
Create something instead
They’ll be coming.
Try to read between bets.
They’ll be coming.
Force your thoughts on your guests.
They’ll be coming.
Seething under your breath.
They’ll be coming.
Best you personal best.
They’ll be coming.
I can’t breathe in this stress.
They are coming.
I can’t breathe in this mess
They are coming.
I can't trace silhouettes.
They are coming.
Pretend they’re only dead.
They are coming.
Pretend I’m only resting.
They are coming.
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7. |
Let's Go Surfing
04:01
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Cut this out and post it.
Perforate my voice.
Social ties to the brazen
wills of one word.
When you're outside, they’ll burst in––
ideas out of doors.
The brush at the sink,
an artifact that will break their thirst.
I can’t watch you break alone.
I’m an inversion at home.
If there’s one thing I can do
is muzzle the world from you.
Take one side, a refraction.
Prove you’re loyal to us.
Erase the past, or you’re slated
to clean up our mess.
I can’t watch you break alone.
I’m an inversion at home.
If there’s one thing I can do
Is muzzle the world from you.
All we ever wanted was rust.
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8. |
The First Day
04:51
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The first day after Sarah’s mother died
I couldn’t even bring myself out of ideas
Broken laws call for broken measures
suicide held up someone’s career
They found her in a bath tub in California
Her ex-lover was addicted, abused her disorder
But I’m sitting here thinking I could be either
Sifting through the sand in a meaningless torpor
The first day after Matthew’s mother passed
I heard it through a message from somebody else
A pilfered sky in the bright blue desert
Had robbed her mind and left her entering bad health
Yes, I'd only met her a few times before,
She was the sweetest women I’d ever met.
I wonder why I never got that call
I’d be prying to ask about the disconnect
We dream alone, we live with our eyes open
We see alone, we dream of never dreaming again
The first day I learned that my mom had cancer
I paced around the apartment like it was a stage
In a panic thought about the day when
my uncle drank himself out of a cage
They say there’s always a first day for everything
That’s how we grow as human beings.
Me, I’m in a state of perpetual learning
Reciting facts until I’m convinced.
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9. |
Springfield
04:18
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Branded by the art trends.
When can I leave this purgatory?
I don’t know my best friend's
family is strewn half across the country
and when will I see them?
On a flight wondering why I can’t move on,
and when you can’t move on,
no tread, no tread.
You can't outrun yourself
You can't take back those moments
but you can splice them back in,
if you don’t look over your shoulder.
Joe’s the new show.
When will the curtain close?
Drove through Ohio
as if it were my home.
Painted into paper trails.
Broken down, resting on the wrong rails.
Erect a cardboard backdrop
as I run in front of a camera.
And when will you see me?
On your dime, wondering why I can’t move on
and when you can’t move on,
You’re dead, you’re dead.
You can't outrun yourself
You can't take back those moments
but you can splice them back in,
if you don’t look over your shoulder.
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10. |
Sketching Across Figures
06:01
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South end in January.
Frozen blood in tributaries.
Needle highway signs, let’s go
create another status quo.
Engulfed in flames, on Woodward Avenue.
What’s the use in calling for rescue?
Fire’s a lighthouse in the storm ––
a warning sign to dock while it’s warm.
Circles end, I can read the escalators.
What’s linear dies beneath the ground.
Pretend that you are moving on and upward,
the earth spins from left to right.
I drive from New York down to California
I am fighting to stay in the same place in time.
The pockmarked sand of La Jolla.
They demoed our apartment in paranoia.
A white flag is a luxury condo.
It’s the symptom of a wink and a code.
I’ll stay put til I get the itch again.
To find a place I'd consider worth living in.
One day I’ll look at the landscape and know
I’m lying to myself and go.
Circles end, I can read the escalators.
What’s linear dies beneath the ground.
Pretend that you are moving on and upward,
the earth spins from left to right.
I drive from New York down to California,
I am fighting to stay in the same place in time.
Condescend, spit proud knowing I’ll never know a thing, talking in circles about the only time they had ideas, I had ideas, and did anything other than condescend, spit proud knowing I’ll never know a thing, talking in circles about the only time they had ideas, I had ideas, and did anything other than...
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