1. |
between two gestures
05:11
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biking thru elyria
hoping i can find you
im lost and i cant see out
of either of my eyes
whose been dropping books around?
light petals turn to brown
on the counter
i dont have a reason
i couldve guessed
that lack of reason
is not to go on
looking for that
any time or season
i couldnt rest
so i had no reason
not to go
when you move with reason
its hard to admit
but your gesture is taken
out of context
between two gestures
lies history
thats built beneath
a slack, red roof
thats drummed by
a monotonous rain
the names concealed
i could not forget you
not for all
the bluebirds in elyria
small birds
ossified by your mouth
and data thats mined
nevermind the photographs we'd shared
looking thru
a transparent eyeball
at the most curious flowers
unnaturally placed upon
a window that im
looking at
but not looking thru
biking thru elyria
hoping i can find you
im wondering where did you go
and if ill ever be
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2. |
knuckles on the wood
03:45
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make sure to put
all your knuckles on the wood
its imperative
if the woodchips
are words
that you play
on them
where does
the sweat pool up?
you couldnt tell so you bolted my bloodshot eye
make sure to put
all your knuckles on the wood
the grey mass
in the sky
is the reason you are so unlucky
why dont i go back to that place?
why dont you go back?
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3. |
rave 2 the grave
04:06
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falls road after dark
laughing/dying/fucking/crying/sleeping/rocking in your car
you know what i wanna do
to you
i cant go back to baltimore
meet me at the dell i have something to tell you
about that kid who raved to the grave
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4. |
sacred & profane
03:08
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the chair had crows feet and it smelled like clay
grandpa was a walking soliloquy
with his fishbowl stomach sloshing about
and he would sit
red around the mouth
just swearing about his predicament
a sputtering engine
hes surely getting sick again
when he wasnt nose deep in the cologne
samples of GQ he would dance alone
he stole the fire from the thin lizard dawn
he always told me
when i turn the light on
i think im getting sick again
and then id tell him exactly what i think of him
you take things too far
the world is falling apart while you write love songs
and in the dark
the light of my phone makes me feel sacred & profane
upon sheer sky he swore at the despair
but if i was quiet he'd give me a now & later
impressionists were grandpas favorite ones
i remember that one record he always spun
the notes floated like cupids harp
with a cheshire cat smile
he'd say this part is super sharp
he wants to be in his sarcophagus
with the corpses of the twin venuses
in the after life he is a lover boy
grandpa says he wants to marry death
it is his seventh sacrament
and when he's dressed in all white
ill dance alone with merriment
i take things too far
the world is falling apart while i paint landscapes
and in the dark
the love i harbor stays
sacred & profane
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5. |
butterfly museum
05:13
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and if i could
i would tear my limbs out
and then id put
cement in the holes where
the limbs once did
flail with honest gravity
stare as i shed
this coil dripping off of me
seething through
it would turn to blush
angel wings obscured
then you'd see what id become
and if i could
i would tear my limbs out
and i would build
monuments to your past
the temperate furrowing of your brow
to me suggests another nail in the coffin
seething through
it would turn around
angel wings surround
me when i lay my head down
and if i could i would
child of the great lakes
dont walk away
its what youve got to do
another movie for a dreary afternoon
and then you asked me why
i left you there
behind the butterfly museum
i left you bleeding on the place mat
thats when you watched them fly
where yawns the mouth of a still, dark cave
you didnt have to walk away
and leave me at the
butterfly museum
who is leaving who?
chicago lipstick
stains my collar
im not bothered
it comes unglued
the way the butterfly
landed on my hand
and let me seethe through
thats when you watched me fly
where yawns the mouth of a still, dark cave
i promised I would walk away
to find a place to roam past where yawns the mouth of a still, dark cave
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6. |
ixnayed from idaho
05:09
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its the grey of the fruit
that makes me find my nerve
in every fig a wasp has to die
oh but im in another town by now
you have me coughing up butterfly wings
into a tree-shaped hole
that i had to dig out with the honey of my fingers
the problem is im ixnayed from idaho
and you are there beaming like a half-dead stone
its the length of this road that shades me taciturn
counting the highway lines in between the
pulp of shames juice and the gesture of your silence
we're moving sunwise towards the falls of idaho
the radio plays big yellow taxi
who carved this circle that we live in?
the problem is i forgot the words to that song
except the line "you dont know what youve got til its-"
where has all my money gone?
and i knew that they'd come, they'd come
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7. |
wonderful weirdo's day
02:03
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well i cant help but laugh when
you show me the t-shirt that you bought
on the boardwalk
last summer
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8. |
100 paths crossing
04:46
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told you wait outside
for your ride
ill be on my own
and meet you at home
told you wait outside
for your ride
ill be on my own
and meet you last
here I am
unclean, uncouth, unbroken
don't insult me
free wheel
down st. lau
look back as you go
confused by outcomes
half weighed in contention
100 paths crossing
the geo-
-metry of your life
occurs to me only
under streetlights
free wheel
slant goodbye
what is left behind?
perfect retrospect
when i walk down st. lau
i run into all
of your friends
they don't now my name but
i find that when I am alone
i think of
that street and all its possibilities
when i walk down st. lau
i free wheel
thru the colors
that linger there
everyone is looking for
something
they won't find here
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9. |
a lion attacking a horse
04:23
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a lion attacking a horse
i have been
i've just been moved by a tree
the quiet space
will be filled up
cast yourself
cast yourself into the sea
where has all your fruit gone?
sunlight in a cafeteria touches my tired
locks on my head
on this very same stretch of road, i thought i died
if you hit the road, hit it twice
but don't beat it half to death
a lion attacking a horse
i have been
i've just been met with the seat
thats memorized my changing form
and embrace
its on a bus
to new haven
i know
the transparent fruit
of your cares
will be devoured
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10. |
cave junction camouflage
05:15
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can't be seen without my
cave junction camouflage
its the right dress
and they dont know that
im not a deadhead
i have a headache
can't be seen until i know
that you love me so
just as much as
i love you
oh, cave junction
you broke my heart
i first noticed the dog-earred basil leaf
the week after owen fell from your second floor
and surprisingly lived
it was wilting
unlike the rest of the annual
but that memory pales
playing video lotto machines
underlit by the screen
and i know i cannot show my face without my
cave junction camouflage
can't be seen without my
cave junction camouflage
its the right dress
and they dont know that
im not a deadhead
i have a headache
can't be seen until i know
that you love me so
just as much as
i love you
oh, cave junction
you broke my heart
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Mormon Toasterhead Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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