1. |
Plumbers Unite!
02:49
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cherry collect
cherry collect
auto-running before the ground hits feet
we’re running down the time on the dial
(cruise control, take it slow, setting attainable goals)
the sun fixed in corners, on the cube screen
dodging the bog down, collecting cherries
(three, two, one, go now, no more hesitating)
running in place the place passes scrolls fast
yeah we’re in the pipes, plumbers unite
(utilize, pennywise, pocket-size)
now in my dark room, do your lights go out too?
(lead me to the glow of the crucible with eyes closed until there’s a reason to peak)
sublime peace of no mind
(fumbling for a valve to drain remnant fowl of…)
or phantom feeling all of the hands that have ever contorted you
cherry collect
cherry collect
running in case the place passes scrolls past
yeah we’re in the pipes, plumbers unite
(maximize, all the time, realize)
you, without voltage, have you a single thought? of me
(my efforts had been spent recoiling your ascent through a labyrinth absent of ceiling or floors)
goodbye, i’ll forget you and leave you where you lie
(attempts to keep your pace stuck my feet of clay into a kiln, i can’t call it when i should)
you never really go to sleep
never really lose your streak
never rest your feet
(always more in queue, let alone my groove, i will not stop without the highest score)
you never stop to patch the leaks
and it’s corroding everything
(tomorrow i can change, today i need my things, i need all my things, i need all my things, i need all my things
to get the job done, to get the job done)
we are the pipes the tubes of the city
throw a wrench in me
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2. |
Unwaxed Flavored Floss
02:41
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eyes on the prize i can grasp it
in my hand sweat glands i drop it
my stomach gnawing
i survey my cabinets
forget all about that when
i click the ad
the more that i pull
the longer the rope
this morning i’m free
‘cause i chose which side i’d start flossing my teeth
my teeth
what i say
what i do
i feel as though
it’s me that chose
what’s to gain
what’s to lose
in outmaneuvering
instinct
can’t get in the room (inside the room can’t get inside the room)
programmed interior too (can’t get can’t get inside the room can’t get inside the room)
programmed inferior too (can’t get can’t get inside the room can’t get inside the room)
can’t get inside of the room (can’t get can’t get inside the room can’t get inside the room)
who are they
who are you
all our lines are toed
by the same dominos
if i stray
from the groove
will we meet at the same place at the end as arranged?
can’t get in the room (inside the room can’t get inside the room)
programmed interior too (can’t get can’t get inside the room can’t get inside the room)
programmed inferior too (can’t get can’t get inside the room can’t get inside the room)
(can’t get)
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3. |
Wetland Walk
03:24
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well-seasoned
in my neck of the woods
wetland walk
marshy muck
sink into swamp
blowin O’s
back at toads
sitting pretty on the dock
i
wade
through
those
murky ebbs and flows
i
watch
you
right into the depths
you’ll find me there
insects orbiting thistles
wings waver like my whistle
in the thicket
a chorus ribbits
may you give me this dance cricket
bide
my
time
aiming the arrow
don’t
you
see
this time
isn’t yours to keep
crossfaded pitch dark
don’t stray from the wetland walk
you’ll be run into tree trunks
like a punch in the stomach
park ranger it’s time
to rid me of color
send me back to my mother
a path restricted
hemlocks sealed it
off and only i can reveal it
hark
beetles snark
getting dark
can’t i lie here
forever
why
not
hail
to my prey
it’s my day, i’d say!
so why
not
wetland walk
a marshy muck
sink into the fuckin swamp
wetland walk
a marshy muck
sing me, sing me, sing me to swamp
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4. |
A Barnyard Bop
03:20
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keeper’s medley
rewards not the finder
she was a brave tangle
dual wielding, charm locked ankle
her saber marbled vermillion
feigned vengeance into existence
she buries her blade down deep in the sand
your time is wasted
on an endless spire
ghost bridges want closure
defunct pathways will we cross over?
you press your heel in the concrete
each stride makes a new machine
even cities need to let out a sigh
i sigh
i sigh
i sigh
i hate the smoke til its in my chest
then it tastes so good to me
now that’s when i can breathe the best
i sigh
i stretch so high
i reach for the sky
part angel, part machinery
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5. |
Etc
03:02
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how does water find the air?
how can you call it fair?
who takes care of the grass?
how can you call it fast?
how, with voices all around?
how, not to make a sound?
you put me on a shelf
you keep me to yourself
parking lot find a spot
in the shade right up front
circling, engines rev
who doth dare to race?
halos are for horses but they aren’t for men, not for men
if nature is unjust then change it if you can if you can
douse yourself with water lying is your fate is your fate
today you’ll never win, tomorrow’s another day
gathering information
will set you free once you’ve reached
37%
of the database
halos are for horses but they aren’t for men, not for men
if nature is unjust then change it if you can if you can
take my pony out for a gallop through your head through your head
hold me like a baby softly in your bed in your bed in your bed
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6. |
Gorgeous
04:42
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7. |
Blue Jazz
03:00
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8. |
Pocket
03:19
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you reach into your pocket, try and touch the sky
what price are things i buy how do i know i'm still alive
they say
we are
hundreds of thousands years old
got an ancient virus, it picked me like a flower
now i can recall yesterday and the days that came before
here are these belongings, arrange them all by size
you’d like to be at the very top but these inner lines still spoiling for a fight
in the cube a room
press start to go
trampoline
and a porch to sit and be chewing on straw
in an apartment all the things you forgot
rotary type intersection driving backwards through time
reach into your pocket
reach into your pocket
they say
you can touch the sky
passing by
all the other places in my mind
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9. |
Oh, David
02:25
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10. |
Time Slips
02:53
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oh let’s seize the night
though no matter how hard i seem to try
time slips just the very same
through an open hand
or a first clenched
so i dance around a tune
as the cosmos will me to
the future’s path is paved
we’re all just watching it all play out
why is enough never enough
to push that little button
in the back of my brain?
time waits in the wings in
between an action and inaction
counting tree rings on a crafted wooden chair
how does one still exist when no one remembers?
looks towards a cold, slouched moon moving tides on a planet face
and sigh
time slips just the very same
i always knew the moths would come and chew their way through the loose ends
sedimentation, the blow’s coming around the bend
static on a screen it whispers to the spores seismically
bury me sound asleep the mounds of moss keep me in good company
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11. |
Big Paws
02:58
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look
before you listen
its a two way street but we’re so quick we’ve barreled through the intersection
stop (stop?)
this ride (why?)
alert
the driver!
now we’ve got both hands on the wheel
I’ve got to, you’ve got to, we’ve got to find direction
we’re sticking to the plot – you brought your big paws to the waterpark
slide baby– it leaves a mark, the kind you get from racing through front of the queue
hello (hello)
listen close (okay)
we’re turning dials to static odes
the sun is high
the tank is full
the wild west’s an open road
the diamondback
looks coiled to strike
we grit our teeth and speed ahead
and know this desert owes us nothing
we’re chasing trains of thought – yours went left and mine to the waterpark
motor memory– not easily forgotten when you’re two twin snakes tangled in a knot
dove or dove
read or read
lead or lead
tears or tears
wound or wound
engine piff puffin, sporting those rose colored glasses from the water park vending machine
yield to yellow lines, don't cross til they turn white
all i see is red in a desert of green
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12. |
Toy Wagon
03:51
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a dame with perfect palms
that I let go of
she let go of mine
among the low fly buzz
she’s like sweet persimmon pie
muddied boots will wash away
but her shag will stain my fingers
this draw is overdrawn
she is a countryside
i’d wander her hills into the dawn
cherry pits and freckled sun
she rows me to the water’s yawn
swallowed the amber light
that left all the cornstalks dry
tied a knot in our denim frays
stumble in the damp smoke high
a certain piece of calico gets me dandered up
i’ve got barn sour blues to come back to you x2
soon as i set my cap she’s dyed in my wool
ballad of the salty stone
the wind has gone home
she fills her blanket we’re full as a tick
feels like diggings together unshucked
i’d love to yarn the hours away
bone orchard sunset with calamity jane
internal polka always on my toes
the ground the heels of my boots never know
burning the breeze on palomino wine
her mushroom moon musk is music to mine
her mushroom moon musk is music to mine
music to mine
feels so divine
just like old times
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