1. |
The High Room
05:42
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hers was the first face I’d seen in weeks
drifting down Broadway on a piece of the Bradbury
her eyes held the sun like a message
through chandelier tears she reflected the river-street
as she spoke to me
all the walls are grated
with tiny office spaces
where dim fluorescent faces
mill about their stalls
the stairs kick out beneath me
into watery air
I’m reaching but I don’t seem to be
going anywhere
come out of the night
wild and without mind
like headlights headed south
on the north bound side
they speak in visions
they are my guides
and their decision
is love love love
now I see her in the high room from
the starry stairwell I’ve been swamping in
hovering above her like a sun
a sphere of woven bodies
they’re peering and they’re leering
as she speaks to me
all the walls are grated
with tiny office spaces
where dim fluorescent faces
mill about their stalls
stairs kick out beneath me
into watery air
I’m reaching but I don’t seem to be
going anywhere
come out of the night
wild and without mind
like headlights headed south
on the northbound side
they speak in visions
they are my guides
and their decision
is love love love
intertwined
of one mind
hold me in the hands
that fan around the faceless grace
of that which holds us all
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2. |
Faith In Oil
03:57
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I want tunnel vision
‘til all I see is you
you’re my one decision
you hold a candle to truth
there on
the face of a six sided die
level! level! level!
god’s name
no matter which way that it rolls
level! level! level!
tell one more lie
I’ve been waiting for it
hoping for it
all along
I can hear it all
everything under the rug
and pull
I see it
big bright vision
now and it isn’t mine
American mating ritual
I’ll kill the anchor on air in 3…2…
as long as there are stars fading above you
I’ll make you so full of doubt that
you’ll never be without it
swear on
the face of a six sided die
level! level! level!
god’s name no matter which way that it rolls
level! level!
tell one more lie
I’ve been waiting for it
hoping for it
all along
I can hear it all
everything under the rug
AND PULL
I SEE IT
BIG BRIGHT VISION NOW
AND IT ISN’T MINE
it isn’t mine
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3. |
Melting Mirror
05:23
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it blooms out of the fog
old Ferris wheels and antique songs
high-wires above the sky-pit
bright souls of acrobats afloat
playful lights
just dressed up violence
the great parade
I see it now as cold
two dancers fly
across the night
and drift away
as fading taillights
back into the fog
a silver dinosaur
small figurines
that she adores
her life is mirrored twice she
turns towards
herself in rows and rows
as she throws
batons up high
into the fire
a ballerina
twirling in the smoke
funhouse eyes
blinking bending prizes
find now the mirror’s melting
and so are you
so are you
face up to the glass
tiger on the lash
his eyes on you
fables of the past
the mirror’s melting fast
and so are you
so are you
as I look back
at myself in rows and rows
I see it all now
I see myself as cold
I see it all as cold
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4. |
King Of The Lobby
03:52
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King of the lobby
Pissing in his chair
stuck in his hobbies
with gray under gold hair
He postures in the lobby
he’ll wink and then just stare
I hear him when he calls me
if I turn then I’ll grow old there
My girl, my girl
Melted down
Melted her gold incisor for me
Still totes around her dropkick Corgi
After he died he died
he died
I hear some idiot he’s singing
of the flowers that he never sent around to her
I hear my voice in other rooms
and I keep praying while I’m waiting
To let it subside
No, I’ll be fine you’re right
ballroom in the parking garage
Communion in the bathroom stall
a singer with a voice like screws
In my temples
Make up
Break up
You’re wrong this time
You got a long way back to useless
right down the hall from lobby music
cheers to the bride
the groom and bride
I hear some idiot he’s singing
of the flowers that he never sent around to her
I hear my voice in other rooms
and I keep praying while I’m waiting
to let it subside
this time
You got nothing to give
You got nothing to give
He says
You got nothing to give
You got nothing to give
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5. |
Burn The Roses
03:19
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summer in inpatient
money for the pain and
profit from the same old
cycle of behavior
looking back I should have
stuck with my young guns
I heard you like a voice on the phone
I’ll turn it over when we get home
this bond is not to be shared
you and I both spent all this here
lets stop and burn the roses
you divide up all I’ve earned here
what’s half of nothing?
defamation lawsuit
mescaline switcheroo
motel with your nephew
vending machine menu
you never knew better
made your own medicine
you saved the memorandum too
but they took all your money and you
can’t find your husband can you?
you and I lost everything here
let’s stop and burn the roses
you divide up all I’ve earned here
what’s half of nothing?
of nothing
of nothing
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6. |
Words In The Rind
08:24
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I woke to the sound of
the whisper of wings
The first bird had risen
from my rusted sink
and she sang
and she sang
I walked through the prison
on droppings of white
watched Dan eat his sandwich
as talons gripped tight
to his head
his bald head
I refuse to read
what is written in the rind
one night in confinement
the door bent and whined
at once they all flew in
to nest in my eyes
I blinked and an orange grove
appeared green and bright
as one flips a light switch
I’d left I’d arrived
words in the rind
mind rend them away
to lift past skeins of
binding blinding
clamoring to you
they’re yours and they’re mine
deny them
I’m not mistaken
wide white sky
I’m still listening to you
still listening
fat hands on his rifle
the hero arrived
said we’d feel much safer
if you were behind
bars
I wished him the best but
the birds would decide
I trust that the message
will reach past the blind
pigs
words in the rind
mind rend them away
to lift past skeins of
binding blinding
clamoring to you
will of divine
entwine me
in sunny eon’s sleep
holding folding nature
in its deep
on quiet frozen freeways
the manifestations
the orange globes
slowly float towards
a clean sky
a Procession of nature
the stardust heading home
I refuse to read
what is written under
knowing
is the end of wonder
there I begin
intertwined
there I begin
undefined
growing
past the rind
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7. |
Coal
05:03
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rudderlessness in west-divide’s
capsized boat
the sail pulls us all in
what carried us once now drags us down
happily useless
I sleep among the trees
one quarter on each eye
I’ll be carried up by the bees
coal is an old white man
with a broken goose-neck
pushing balls of blood and shit
up the hill to roll them back down
last car on the pyre now
three rungs and we’ll be there
to crawl across the thoroughfare
to pirouette through sedan-air
I am a little man
with butterfly wings!
I am a carousel
catch the golden ring!
the Botticelli angel
leapt into the volcano
now everything around her
searches and flounders
in front of the concentration camps
we’ve got drive-in movies
Displays of American heroism
rigid brawn is death’s best friend
St. Francis descends with wings of picket fence
prosthetics down his whole left side
he says there’s nothing to be angry about
you are the channel change it now
celluloid hands ran
the ropes back to dry land
they heaved until the city would stand
I watched as they made the stars of bone
there’s nothing to be angry about
wealth suspends me in midair
I stack up all the loathsome cars
and turn them into rungs to God
I am a little man
with butterfly wings
I am a carousel
catch the golden—
History’s underwater
Remember it how you want it
My credit here is spotless
for all pernicious nonsense
tortured by the same dream
the money in the rind
they handed you an ice cream
you fortified the line
you were never ordered
had nothing here to lose
an infant with the last word
delivered with a noose
you can’t get any older
your children’s bloody shoulders
you half-dead fucks will just
keep rolling up the boulder
keep rolling up the boulder
keep rolling up the boulder
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8. |
THe Manhattan Project
06:54
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I’ve only seen it
in my mind’s eye
a black line
lolling in the sky
shining when the light
hits it right
it’s as though it were
someone else’s lost
wandering memory
looking for shelter
coming to me
unbidden
stark
a solitary line
on a sunless sky
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9. |
The Orange Grove
07:00
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In the beginning we were alone in the orange grove
the sound of the siren would not recede
I don’t know what came before
everything was just you and I
I don’t know how the cable formed
But it ran from your chest to mine
for a time there was no hunger there was no need
we were ghosts tending clones of orange trees
the sound of the siren became our silence
and time was a gift from a ribcage
Now I’m starting to remember…
Then there was the clearing with the statue at its heart
We couldn’t recognize it
We didn’t know our likeness
And when the voice came with the rain and the grove became a marsh
With water came junk migrations
Barges of garbage circled by melting birds
with night came the searchlights slapping at the earth
Like fat white wrists fumbling in the dirt
I turned to you for reassurance but we were not alone
a grey procession at our sides their eyes
their throats a gravel tone
You turned to me and smiled
A single orange out of place
Alone along the path
A bite was taken from its face
Its pulp was cold and black
A whale breached through
the sky the siren and her calf
A spider city-eyed spun
highways of concrete
You turned to me and smiled
gorgeous and complete
said we are not to blame but those who carry it
we carry it
I don’t remember much
Limp and dragged through dust
The cable that once joined us
Hanging from the dusk
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10. |
Divine Distraction
02:55
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swimming in the angry waves
I thought I’d found a statue
then I saw as clear as day
his porcelain mask and black suit
enough
enough
I will take it all
for you
enough
enough…
suddenly
the swells rewound
surrounded us and circled
then he spoke without a sound
it warmed me then it curdled
let me take the weight away
what moves you will soon kill you
enough
enough
I will take it all
for you
enough
enough
I will take it all
from you
from you
from you
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11. |
Shadowboxing
05:06
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VHS
of unruly roots
reaching back
to me through time
I am just
an echo of you
family hands
run through us with twine
tell me little one
what did they do
why didn’t they look
when you ran off to hide
he won’t let it lie
he won’t take an eye for an eye
so I find that we’re stuck
in a feedback loop
all these voices of mine
in a fight
when the noise is enough
I will look for you
always under the light
my dear shadow
we’re shadowboxing
There I am again
A chair in a school
When I recall him this time
I’ll be the angel by his side
tell me little man
what did you do
what makes your head burn
what’s getting to you
he won’t let it lie
he won’t take an eye for an eye
so I find that we’re stuck
in a feedback loop
all these voices of mine
picking fights
when the noise is enough
I will look for you
always under the light
my dear shadow
we’re shadowboxing
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12. |
Tapping On The Glass
06:22
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this air-conditioned hell
it never does surprise me
these glowing little bells
they take me when they ring
I made it through the tunnel
without a single bruise
but now my eyes won’t open quite
like they used to
can you hear me
tapping on the glass?
can you hear me
tapping on the glass?
saint Francis on my astro-lawn
reclining in a chair
he says he gave me notice
but he can’t recite the prayer
I tried to get real loaded
leave easy life behind
but I didn’t have a motive so
they hung me out to dry
can you hear me
tapping on the glass?
can you hear me
tapping on the glass?
I crashed into the cell
right through the ceiling floor
piano keys and baby’s teeth
my mother opening the door
I tailed the van through Lincoln Heights
it stopped before the bridge
a starlit man stepped out and said
it’s time to come on in
can you hear me tapping on the glass?
can you hear me tapping on the glass?
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