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Steel Park Slide
04:42
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I see his ghost subside,
red with time,
the threshold in which he died,
killed in prime.
Up from the black bowels
of memory,
my king's criminal scowl
but underneath,
a memory shines its lofty glow.
We swang so high,
I swear our feet touched the sky.
Once we were happy and free
citizens of the sky, living in smiled lies.
We built homes in our minds,
We lived nostalgic lies.
And once we remembered time:
how slowly it past, a bending mass.
Oh oh oh.
I see the prince has died
blue with time
the lightning was his guide
willed to his prime
Up from the black bowels,
a thousand trees
jut up and they surround
and in between
we lay in the bath of his softly glow.
Do you remember when
you made a mess
and wouldn't confess?
They smiled then,
wiped off your face and put you to bed.
Balanced on the crazy cliff,
you relieve your hand
and lighten your grip.
You feel loosened,
free from your false innocence;
You're false, in a sense
What's going on is going gone.
What's going on? It's going gone.
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2. |
Daisies
03:27
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And though they have spoken of mighty deeds,
the world still revolves on the back of appraisal pages.
Play by the dangerous, run by the Hister,
the weedpuller's with you.
I go to the garden just twice a week,
finding the rabbits that sit nibbling at the porch bottom,
asking my daddy, “just what does the water mean?”
And with eyes closed you're almost there.
Which house will she call, when will she be ready?
Can half-lights show what half-lights mean?
What beats macaws around a riddle
'til trampled the bag that I keep my appointments in
splatters the wall with her pinks and her lavenders?
Five leaking colors, onion leek, radishes.
Retard of Holloway, I'm kissing the crown on your head.
Grappling, chaffing, choked with weed,
splitting the Adam with single celled fantasies.
Fat Man and Little Boy have never felt lonelier,
because when they arrive, pink flesh runs away from them.
The Enola Gay dropped Galilee
with chests full of fire to curse and pay homage for,
razing the cities and finding the garden in me.
Capsules of color and ballads of dancing machines,
she's just a photograph.
These memories are eating me alive.
There's a neighbor whom you've never seen.
He's pushing up daisies he sighs before he disappears.
I'm making friends with the spiders, address: hole in the wall.
The world is blazing with colorful people like you.
You're a masterpiece of fleshy flowers, ovaries, and art.
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3. |
Velas Amarillas
01:55
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Whirlpools and magma vents,
dirty jokes and strange events.
Let the light glow on my head,
candlelight of my dear friends.
They're not mad in each aspect,
but they're the type of angels I respect.
They're commonplace, they yawn and yell
but to me they are living bells.
Ringing and “na na na na na,”
singing “oh oh oh.”
If I could make one hold my heart, oh,
I would feel “oh oh oh”
I'd make her feel “oh oh oh.”
Nostalgic love and starry nights,
my heart is bleeding, it's all right.
Lighted candles in the night,
spiders sprawl across the sky.
Whirlpools and magma vents,
dirty jokes and strange events.
Wooden vessels and hands in tow,
let your mouth go “O O O.”
Singing out “na na na na na,”
Holding notes
floating in our friendly circle
clouds surround.
They surround our sounds,
singing out, singing out,
out out out.
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4. |
A Tree City USA
06:20
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Rackin’ up the racket
lackadaisy lacks it
make a noise and whack it
rackin’ up the racket
crash crash crash
bang boom smash
bang boom smash
Children cry and they're alive,
lucky eyes and noisy rise.
My child love and enjoy life.
A Tree City USA
And I hope this carries some
special meaning for you
because throughout all your days
you will garner heavenly praise
from all the world
when it is finally gone.
When you breathe your last breath,
let this be the soundtrack
to your memory,
to your memory.
Rackin’ up the racket,
lackadaisy lacks it
make a noise and whack it
rackin’ up the racket
crash crash crash
bang boom smash
bang boom smash
Complacency is shaping me,
filling me and raking me
thirsty for the trinity
that bleeds in the weeds.
Autumn days are yet to come
but silence yields a deadly hum:
a relation ship's hull
racket in the sullen lull.
Children cry and they’re alive,
lucky eyes and noisy rise.
My child, love and enjoy life.
Children cry and they’re alive.
When you breathe your last breath,
let this be the soundtrack
to your memory,
to your memory.
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He stepped out onto his darkly lit porch, the humble panoply of bricks that plagued his barefoot childhood, the rigidity and conductivity being the primary concern for the child. After crossing the Valley of Death, i.e. the road dissecting the two halves of Kaspar Street; A Tree City; USA, with naked toes and soles, post-playdate with kids on the other side. The hot heat always elicited a jump from the child when he simply wanted the air-conditioned sanctuary of the foyer, prandial promise pervading the air; the fenestral policy of this household is pretty loose.
Abrasive textures less-than-cushioned his leaping fall.
As if this wasn't enough of a gauntlet itself, the local hornet population had a habit of bombsheltering in the ceiling-situated porch lamp above the brick plateau, centering their hives around the solar-like incandescent bulb. His mother once had a paranoid obsession with Africanized bees and ergo, this embassy was a source of great trepidation in the boy. No one has ever so quickly opened a door as young himself trying to escape the heat, roughness and insectuous cells of Halcyon. Now he is traversing the gauntlet in reverse toward decidedly greener pastures.
Can’t repeat the past?
Of course you can.
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6. |
Antesheba/Kadabra Cards
05:00
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All of these years I've been singing for nobody,
Nobody cared, nobody listened
Until you cracked me open but you opened me too late.
Let me tell you, Leslie, when I try to tell you you're my only --
All I can breathe is wasted away from me;
Russian ballets and golden calamities
Sing through this winter, we can dance to better days.
Hope that no one catches us as we catch the snowflakes
On our tongues.
How long am I to stay in shape?
These wooden limbs are getting older.
Lately I can stay amazed,
The flowers made me feel so lonely.
The flavors helped me stay awake,
The morning keeps me sort of sordid.
I hope that you have stayed the same
I hope that I can be your only --
Your Prince of the C's is dreaming that he will
Return to your beat, return to your sweetness.
If you kept an ounce of what you had that made me drool
I'd keep you forever in a jar that smells of oranges and
Peppermint dreams are keeping me kicking
For lights I have seen, perhaps I will see them.
Tonight there are legs on the bleaching cathedrals
Blossoming into an ocean of autumn.
How long am I to stay in shape?
These wooden limbs are getting older.
Lately I can stay amazed
The flowers made me feel so lonely.
The flavors helped me stay awake,
The morning keeps me sort of sordid.
I hope that you have stayed the same...
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Stop your running, the kids will stop coming outside.
A step outside to see she isn't spinning,
The girl who kept on spinning out the door.
The pilot's eyes, that you once said were pretty,
Are black and white and shitty, like newspapers of yours.
Oh, You'll get by, little bird.
It was time for Clara to leave that beautiful magical place, but the memories of that wonderful Christmas dream would stay with her forever.
On the floor, there's nowhere you are going,
But you wish it'd just start snowing razors from your skies.
Kadabra Cards and 31753.7 maybes
Your childhood's left with rabies, but it's easy on the eyes.
Oh, you'll get by, little bird.
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7. |
Young Bird
02:28
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Calling you
falling for you
calling you
falling for you
From our nest
from your breast
broken leg,
shattered egg
Everything
seemed so nice
happy home
and grain of rice
You only fed
me gummy worms
when I gave you
the world
It's you
it's me
maybe us
maybe them
Wave goodbye,
crushing high
your high sigh
crushed inside
Everything
seemed so nice
happy home
and grain of rice
You only fed
me gummy worms
when I gave you
the world
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8. |
Spirit and the Bride
04:18
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Saccharine caramel girl,
fingers stuck to your curls
bending between your silly, moans,
feeling all your funny bones
Nazarene spiraling world,
won't you come down and unfurl?
Lending yourself to every sight,
but then I realize
you're just a girl who refuses to say goodnight.
Mercury's life you lead,
shifting, lifting, sifting the hearts you read.
Blinding yourself of every possible time,
because you've realized
you're just a girl who refuses to say goodnight.
I've got a friend that I think you should meet
a friend in need of a friend in need
and I've got a wound that I think you should see
a wound in need of time to bleed
we are christmas trees in summer heat,
trees in love with treason's deed
lovers aligned like loving lovey doves
riding lightning, writing 'love'
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9. |
They Speak
02:40
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Yeah, right.
So I never take him any food or anything but I always thought, mean he'll run the link fence and get up and get his feet up again! And gets 'em before they got goin' and if I, and ever since that first night we're walkin' down through there he came out and through there chargin' and barkin' and scarin' me at night and oh, it was real quiet about 11:30 at night we thought he was
They speak of poets
in love with life
and time,
despite its passing-by
Will you let it pass you by?
Will you walk these streets and fields of rye?
Or will you walk among the spider's sky?
What else could you want but to pass the time?
Instead it leaves you behind
in a wake when you're away.
So will you wake up
from sleepless dreams
and leap
despite the sheep
Will you let it write your verse?
Will you let it build your hearse?
Or will you run among the birds at night?
What else could you want but to pass the time?
Instead it calls you “mine”
in the way when you're away
they speak of poets
who know nothing of woe, it
keeps you stuck in place,
keeps your natural way away
So the song that was just played was?
Yeah that was...yeah, wait.
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10. |
Old Support
04:00
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Blood drips down the pool
Springtime clothes in bloom
Red melds with my drool
Daisies in my eyes looming
Don't dwell on what is passed
or who has
Dry your clouds,
my old support.
Don't get hung up on the
vacant sea, they can see vacancy.
They can see you.
Now I fly with your eyes
catching the tear shed high,
I graze your lips a kiss goodnight
A blistering kiss goodnight,
breathing life into “goodnight.”
Blood spills on her dress
Roses, rouge in bloom
Red melds with her darks
I'm in her eyes, looming
Don't dwell on what you have
or who you had
Dry your clouds,
my old sport.
Don't get so high on the
vacant sea, they can see vacancy.
They can see you.
Now I fly with your eyes,
drinking the tear shed high,
I graze your lips the kiss goodnight.
I can't fly with your eyes,
so I hold those beside
I can't fly with your eyes,
starry sighs stuck in time
in time in time in time in time
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“I know the perfect story.
The story that Molly told me about her and Natassia.”
“Oh, and the mom...”
“Just comes out of nowhere.”
“I know the perfect story.”
“I know the perfect story comes out of nowhere.”
“The perfect story.”
“Perfect story.”
“Tassia. Tassia. Tassia. Tassia. Tassia. Tassia. Tassia. Tassia. Tassia. Tassia. Tassia. Tassia. Tassia. Tassia. Tassia. Tassia.”
“Tassia just... comes out of nowhere.”
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12. |
Bottle Rocket
11:04
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Lightning is lifted up from my lungs,
simplified by the sight of the sun.
Respiration Perspiration
Reparations for imperfection
Fireworks are forming in my eyes
pointillism cross the autumn sky
Illumination, rumination
electrifying execution.
Come lay in the grass, come down with me.
We’ll color our bodies and paint the leaves.
Creating a canvas from mother’s green,
creating clay sparrows from what’s beneath our feet.
I’ve got a friend that I think you should meet,
a friend in need
of a friend in need
Take a Little Rumination,
sanctify the old solution.
We are Christmas trees
awaiting these
breathing lives that will fall when Autumn leaves.
Fuck the bride before the fall,
douse her throat with alcohol.
There’s meaning in the meaningless.
The nature of nature is infinite, infinite, infinite, infinite,
and to achieve human infinity requires an affinity
for all things impractical, the things that I love,
the only investment I find any meaning in, beautiful ringing and
making a life ain't making a living.
Far too far to be drawn by any hand.
Far too far to be a calculated dance.
Far too far to be drawn by any hand.
Far too far to be a calculated dance.
There’s meaning in the meaningless,
there’s meaning in the meaningless.
It is time to leave that beautiful magic place.
Leaves that breathe,
leaves that breathe.
Do you remember when
you made a mess
and wouldn’t confess?
They smiled then,
wiped off your face
and put you to bed.
Balanced on the crazy cliff,
you relieve your hand
and lighten your grip.
You feel loosened,
free from your false innocence.
It was time for Clara to leave that beautiful magical place, but the memories of that wonderful Christmas dream would stay with her forever.
I’ve got a friend that I think you should meet.
I’ve got a friend that I think you should meet.
A friend in need
of a friend in need.
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