1. |
Decomposition
02:40
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2. |
Favorite Slacks
03:28
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All that's left is a memory of a time when you could relax
Shame that the fashions didn't tolerate the viability of those favorite slacks
Wait a minute while I regain a pose
The time for signs and wonders dispatched replaced by desperate new schemes trying to hatch
Why does this time it have to be true
A sucker punch to the stomach of youth
A painful time to be reborn but I say that every time
Wait a minute while I get my coat
I'll pass the hours standing nearly froze
So this is what it feels like to be so close
But I say that every time
Strutting down a lonely strip with something that passes for an itch
I want to reach for something better but my limbs themselves are made of shit
Even if you tame love can you fit it inside your coat
When it's snowing and you've got somewhere to go
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3. |
The Clay Dog
05:29
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We need a less romantic language
The pain of turning back enhances the taste of next steps
Stumbling forward protestation
performative artifice stacks
Sliding down inward a vintage pair of slacks
Play time in the village innards
Everyone's an attack' Loosen death grip slightly to bring something back'
Every little bit helps
Clever is the clay dog not on any rope
Springs out at any moment''
I'm telling you this is no fucking joke
The world might take your hand off but music, art can cauterize the wound
Everything's too soon
Let's try to not quite get it
We'll just stare and swoon
One retreat and two forwards
One day we'll master this room
There's frequent sightings daily of misbegotten clues
Listen hardly boom
Step back to save your sense of self
Lying next to objects dressed to kill
Paying back what you have borrowed to the tune of no tomorrow
Get there in time to follow yourself in times of sorrow
Run fast so you can wonder as all the startled shadows scatter
Rushing to keep their place in line
You won't regret it next time
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4. |
To Cast A Shadow
05:48
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How to throw a shadow
How to cast a shadow
How to throw a shadow when you're this close
How to bribe a shadow when you've got to go
How to meet a shadow when you're feeling low
How to seduce a shadow this I've got to know
How to cast a shadow that moves with the wind
Poetry caught between pieces of thick black rope
Trip lightly the catch the shadow's trick
It may invite you to dance
Tread lightly
There's a ghost of a chance
To fall in love let the shadow past
How to cast a shadow that moves with the wind
How to throw a shadow far enough away that it may some day come running to embrace to stay
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5. |
The Rich Got An Itch
04:47
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100 pillows laughing brought together in a basement in a kind of debasement of down below
The eagle's talons clapping just in time for the show
A mix of children's laughter brought together with a splash of bitters oh no
And as the wing went wild so went the lady
Stalking stockings like a bird quickly exposed
How do you do
Such a wonderful nightmare not being disrobed in front of the queen so mean
Red dots don't decide delineation between me and royalty
God bless the leaning tower of our collective monstrosity
Cities paved and saved and craved by dancing bones of curiosity
Celebrations and emulations splash shallow by the sea
Halloweening past the breadlines they'll liquidate the poor and lend the rendering back again to plant the seeds forevermore.
Forevermore
The rich got an itch
That's right, bitch
The rich got an itch to satisfy
The rich got an itch
Why aren't you scratching
The rich got an itch
Santa Claus won't sate it
The rich got an itch
Scratch it, bitch
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6. |
Gots Geteray Haidu
03:30
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7. |
Laughing At The Angels
04:12
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Give yourself some in
They're laughing at the angels on the lamb
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Prayers collecting like dust under the bed
Dreams resurgent having left the head
Moonlight registers movement
The dawn feels soon
Her perfume coming round night's corner
Kissing soon
3am when we meet again remember that I am your friend
The pleasures of Theopholis
The warmth of a pin drop loudly
Fuzzy as the dim light of a paper mache moon
Smoking something particular
Acute
The pleasures of Theopholis
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9. |
Like A Neon Sign
05:18
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Neon on fire
So this is what it's like
to be on fire
Like a neon sign flickering I'm not bickering with a little bit of life
Like a neon sign flickering I'm not bickering with a little bit of light
Like a neon sign flickering I'm not bickering with a little bit of lies
Illuminating such a thrill to capture the language of an over spill
Feeling that something is ready to speak
Let the poor thing get on its feet
Attempting language something to do
Create the meaning before you
Consider the feelings of others in tune
Even if the strings are strung too crude
A small something to speak
Let the four winds wander and bring
Relief a package of something to do
Makes a poor bum excited and blue
So consider the language true
A sign or meaning might reach you
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10. |
The End Of The Trail
06:42
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The end of the trail
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