1. |
Machines
04:15
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Every time he tried he felt he lied,
A lustful magpie.
She calls him up and calls him everything she fears she is
She's just a kid
This one kept his ghosts in the bruises on her covered neck
A reminder of the animal inside who never could remit
What a piece of
From their towers of pretension
The threads of time were stretched to tension
It's too far down to see the
Rotting foundation
All their plans and best of schemes
Never changed the code of their machines
Subject to the patterns that their evolutions gleaned
This one kept her ghosts in a bottle in her dresser drawer
Her doctor told her it'd help her deal with her lifelong chore
A logical solution
Never could be reached
About the problem of illogic running
Every routine
And all the irrational subjects went to their
Irrational king, and then they
Asked about their problem, asked,
"Just what the hell are we supposed to be?"
If the world is the body of a god who wouldn't quit
Then a human's just a temporary swollen little zit
If the world is the body of a god who wouldn't quit
Then the borders we've assigned are just the wrinkles in his skin
If the space that we inhabit is the space inside our soul
Then we've wasted all our efforts feeding ships into black holes
If the space that we inhabit is the space inside our soul
Then we've wasted all our efforts feeding ships
From their towers of pretension
The threads of time were stretched to tension
It's too far down to see the
Rotting foundation
All their plans and best of schemes
Never changed the code of their machines
Subject to the patterns that their evolutions gleaned
A logical solution
Never could be reached
About the problem of illogic running
Every routine
And all the irrational subjects went to their
Irrational king, and then they
Asked about their problem, asked,
"Just what the hell are we supposed to be?"
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2. |
Solitaire
04:30
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In silence, I drove you back to your house,
As I waited for words to come out of my mouth.
And I'm trying on clothes, and shoes that weren't mine,
Which I hoped could turn your wasps into honeybees...
Raindrops race down the very same window
We long ago fogged up and spelled our names on.
Longing drips slowly down epitaph eaves of the
Same roof we sat upon, made our souls sing.
I don't mind.
If it's time
To call evens 'odds.'
You can play
Solitaire,
But it's there...
And I'll stare
At thin air
And I'll wish you were there.
Don't know where,
But I swear, that I'll
See you there
Keep finding ways to trade
Hormones for heartache,
And leave at home at the morning bell. In my
Manic unrest, I drew pictures of pretense,
In weakness and worry I needed you.
I don't mind.
If it's time
To call evens 'odds.'
You can play
Solitaire,
But it's there...
And I'll stare
At thin air,
And I'll wish you were there
Don't know where,
But I swear
That I'll see you there.
And I'll stare and I'll stare and I'll stare and I'll
wish you were there.
Don't know where, don't know where, don't know where, but I'll
See you there.
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3. |
Dear Thom
05:00
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Ghosts
Noise on the radio
Thom said he didn't know
That voice
A hum,
Buzz like electrons.
Some strange automaton
Said hello
"Dear Thom,
Dear Thom, I'm gone
And I don't wanna be
Lost for long
Dear Thom,
Dear Thom, I'm gone
I'm wandering
The planes of non"
A plea
Thom heard with apathy
A misplaced elegy
For someone else
Still, it rang a bell
A conscience-colored hell,
He started to yell:
"Dear Thom,
Dear Thom, it's me
The one you grieved,
I never got to breathe
Dear Thom,
Dear Thom, save me
Floating endlessly,
I'm cosmic debris"
The pang
Of a memory
Trapped in the reveries
Of his loss
His death
Was God's laugh at birth
Tears flow in bitter dearth
Of a son
Every day
Thom hears the voice purvey
Echos, headaches
Madness falls,
Harder than Berlin walls
"Why'd you let me die?"
Thom can't close his eyes
But
No ghost said "hello",
Thom's conscience, it let him go
Trapped behind asylum walls
Nine feet wide, and twelve feet tall
Vacant stares and shouted prayers
Thom's existence in a snare,
All he'll ever hear again
Are screamed reminders of what has been
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4. |
Unrehearsed
04:31
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I descended,
from an empath,
to a shell,
bearing callous and truth.
I pretended,
it abetted,
the growing fear,
of stagnating youth.
The weight of all that's unrehearsed...
When I cut the cord I feel a patient to a nurse, and it seems
Nothing ever comes out terse.
Nothing ever comes out uncoerced.
Free of everything I
Want to be keeps
Me longing to be
Free of
everything I
Want to be
keeps me longing to be
Put a suit on
Paint a smile on
Stand in lines
Stretched along a life benign
The weight of all that's unrehearsed...
When I take the wheel I feel I'm driving my own hearse.
Every side is the adverse.
Every step is just as daunting as the first.
Free of everything I
Want to be keeps
Me longing to be
Free of
everything I
Want to be
keeps me longing to be
Everything I
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5. |
Slumber
03:22
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Wake me when I can dream no longer,
Wake me when I'm out of breath
There is enough to tide us over
There won't be enough time
How strange and abrupt, this grating slumber
Around just to hound these dimes
So wake me when I can dream no longer
Wake me when I'm out of breath
There won't be a light to call us over
There won't be a punchline
And if we awake to a great beholder,
He won't have a great design
So wake me when I can dream no longer
Wake me when I'm out of breath
Wake me when I can sleep no longer
Wake me when I'm out of step
The fear of the finite confines us to face it
To write, then erase it
To cradle, then break it
So wake me when I can dream no longer
Wake me when I'm out of breath
Wake me when I can sleep no longer
Wake me when I'm out of step
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6. |
I Go
04:51
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I go where I go
Nothing new, and nothing old
I do what I'm told,
Every move, and every goal
Life's eternal din
The animal within
An open maze
A settling wave
I go where I go
Nothing new, and nothing old
I do what I'm told,
Every move and every goal
Trapped inside a cage,
In a home or on a stage,
An equilibrium that's trying to be reached
Is your ever nadir and your every peak
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