1. |
dull embargo
02:40
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inflatable from the surface
i don’t doubt you mean it well
i will float upon that offer
but i think i feel it still
hit me back with a tariff
i didn’t say i wasn’t wrong
there’s a tomcat in the backyard
and he’s trying to get off
scratching for a higher ledger
and he’s lending me a paw
feedback from a dull embargo
i didn’t say i wasn’t…
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2. |
fuzz blush
02:54
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that night we sucked on sugar
and you licked my ear
i lapped it up
and it was insincere
i overheard you asking
if you like it here
i spared some change
and i disappeared
phasing with the creepers
blasé rock ’n roll
as my mossy stone
tumbles down the slope
i was hidden on a mission
to enjoy the show
’til ya tap my arm
i had nowhere to go
see i was standing here
trying to mind my own
i need some room to breathe
and you’re blowing smoke
praises to the preachers turning
rocks to gold
as my mossy stone
barrels down the slope
pacin’ cross the nation
try and quell the fear
that it’s not lost
it’s just not here
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3. |
whethering
04:06
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if you knew what was in store
it’d still be something i can’t afford
the mercury drops and we let it
take it’s course
but there it goes, i’m all exposed
and you didn’t even gasp
you just said fuck this relentless winter
i can’t take it anymore
eleven stops past california
as if it’d help you feel the warmth
with one foot in your new future
and the other in your mouth
you wear the costume
’til someone calls you out
if you new what it would take
only to shrug it off the same
the ice expands, the pavement
cracks and breaks
if i stayed composed and made the joke
would you even force a laugh
so fuck your delinquent summer
driving everyone away
just ‘cause they use romantic language
doesn’t mean that it’s innate
so if you stare at that blue ocean
and find that you’ve nothing to say
the glass shifts from
translucent to opaque
and you said fuck this endless winter
while acknowledging the wall
as if a year depreciating
meant you’d really seen it all
with one ear pressed to the padlock
and the other towards the clouds
the path of least resistance sounds
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4. |
bugspray
03:33
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when i mull my options
the answer seems much clearer
with very little faith
the jesus on your nightstand
flickers disappointment
for we have misbehaved
pissing in the alley
with the local heroes
do as i fucking please
because i eat the poison
don’t sleep until it passes
let it wash over me
‘cause the night is full of horror
but the ocean’s full of spineless
tentacles that sting
so if you want good cleansing
try elevator music
or endless loops of waves
‘cause hell is a museum
open late on weekends
with food trucks in the back
and in the marble lobby
there will be lots of beer cans
and up and coming bands
(woo-hoo!)
jesus you have failed me
we’ve been misbehaving
and i don’t see a plague
just misquitoes on my ankles
roaches in the kitchen
and traffic in this lane.
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5. |
lagging
04:47
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grass on my heels, sepia eyes
noon in the honeycomb
roof in the night
those hangovers, lightning strikes
leave me high, white paper dry
snap back in focus, trip through the motions
sang with her choir
it was hardly a trial
engines were revved,
saluting the dead,
clubbed in the street with a baseball bat
stand behind misty eyes in the line
and i think about you
i was absent, i could have been there
and i didn’t move
remember the time we drove up to milwaukee
and she’s in the front seat
throwing up in a bag
you try and hide it
wait ’til it subsided
forget the awful shit i said
all of those late nights
all of those half lives
bounding to blank in the blink of an eye
try another party
nineteens lagging
puking fear upstairs in the bath
and there’s ants in the marrow
on the side of the road
nothing much i can do now
when the colonies float
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6. |
a refrain
04:12
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simple rhyme
and tired eyes (don’t go)
shutter myth
no divide (don’t go)
it’s three and two and four and nine
honey milk and fingers tied together
headed out just to be seen
lashes swing meadows in a summer breeze
some red gaze binding mind (don’t wait)
but lacking lovers purpose (step in common time)
stretch tension inside tighten (unfamiliar tempos)
have one more and spill it all outside (and my idle mind)
why is it you’ve come for me
what have you seen that isn’t in another
it’s six and four and eight and five
smiles beaming thawing my midwinter ice
it lingers on my tongue (don’t wait)
but doesn’t it feel worthless? (hung on every line)
new tension pass and lessen (unfamiliar shelters)
have one more or take a step outside? (and my idle mind)
don’t wait
or play the part of the moonbeam
cast upon you as you walk away
don’t wait
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7. |
juniper st.
04:00
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i saw your name
a vanity plate
drifting in an out of my lane
you’d say i’m always late
(it’s hard to say, tough to explain)
(that i’m not feeling better)
i break, you accelerate
(oh how it hangs)
(it’s such a shame)
stop the arc
in it’s place
sick of watching the scenery change
while i stay the same
(it’s hard to say, tough to explain)
(that i’m not feeling better)
i wait, i hesitate
(each word is strained)
(oh how they hang, oh how they hang)
skip like a sidewinder
leaving s’s in the sand
chewing up the paper
while you pack the caravan
i’ve done it now
another bookend nears
but it’s hard keeping tabs on
scripts left on the shelf
starring fictitious versions of yourself
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8. |
the arid interval
01:55
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9. |
kindness
02:47
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you and i will never meet
you and i will never speak together
you and i will never part
we’re together in the vacant lot
between the not what is but
what was thought up
at some time
hear the neighbor down the hall
doesn’t care for the result, whatever
shuffle mumble to his stall
uniform hung in the closet
with the cobwebs
plastic forks and groceries
does he know whats there
between the not and
what was thought up
in some mind?
you and i will never meet
you and i will speak together
and that comes as a relief
kindness strangled under all the pressure
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10. |
afterglow
04:25
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this is not what it seems
i think you should hear me out
not a comfortable routine
but i’ll try and sort it out
it’s a start the corner bar
hydrogen red metallic glow
settle down, a few rounds
it’s how we burrow in the cold
calm and blue it’s like new
sidewalks covered in the snow
when i leave i’m waiting
outside for the bus alone
this is not what it seems
i think you should hear me out
unsustainable routines
but i’ll try and sort it…
wait for it.
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