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Middlebrow
03:23
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Meant to be
Speak their names out: quietly.
Holding in light of the day.
Like they knew
at the vision’s end
that I’d never see them again.
Late last night, heard the song.
turn the lights all off.
Stay in the dream, just a while longer
Kiss my old friends, chat with my grandfather.
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2. |
Chain Wallet
03:52
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You were the only person in homeroom
To compliment me on my chain wallet
Carving messages into desks
Two week detention when Ms. Bennett finally saw it.
And there were days incalculable: cheez-its, wind waker, and super jail
I turned beet red when your mom snapped at me for
breaking the toilet and ruining your bathroom scale.
I’ll admit it was deserved
And I acted like a dog, clinging too hard to your words
There’s always something, but you had it right:
every single time you turn around you get lost in the twilight.
Diesel smell through cracked AC.
Rattle sounds in your SUV
Had a bitter fight over shugo tokumaru
You lost your temper and took the aux cord from me.
I bummed too many rides?
Maybe I was too much of your dog?
Clinging too hard to your words?
There’s always something, but it still burns me real bad
So to make it clear this time: I’m so sorry I told off yr dad
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3. |
Seneca
02:35
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I am the light dawning onto hotels
White on the sand, vandals wailing wall
Later on, your emails straightened up
Nothing but the air-conditioned halls
I see ‘em bobbing on the ocean
I see their hands above the waves
I see ‘em coming but remain above the fray.
Temple to our holy effort.
Good intentions never felt so good.
I am the star
Above a boarded office
Under a swivel chair
Hiding there, something strange
Open doors
In the outreach center calling center
Blinking blue on the radiation gauge
I see ‘em bobbing on the ocean
I see their hands above the waves
I see ‘em coming but remain above the fray.
I see ‘em bobbing on the ocean
I see their hands above the waves
I see ‘em coming but remain above the fray.
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4. |
Ottawa
03:51
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Your crisp blue tides wash in, then push out.
The shore waves. Short shorts? No doubt.
Kick sand, over kick stands.
Sweet cigarettes on the beach edge.
It’s the small things: blown out ketchup packets and kite strings over gradiated sky.
Waving so green, guided by those
flirty springtime winds
Sand in your hair, elbows on the grass
and the light’s just right.
Waving so green, guided by those
flirty springtime winds
I’m not gonna say it, but I don’t need to.
You know? Just kick back.
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5. |
Large Portable Shrine
03:45
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Large portable shrine in the middle of the night,
flash catches us uncorking the wine
Large portable shrine, you got here right in time,
strike up the band and conga line.
Unwind. unwind.
Large portable shrine, some sort of ocular device,
in a clearing hung with Edison light bulbs
Large portable shrine, getting larger every time,
our armaments stacked up to the side.
We should be better than the rest
Yet here we are cowered behind a desk
Red as the flower of death
and the saints are not impressed
We should be better than the rest, and buddy you should be the best of us
At least the guys with AKs don’t care how you’re dressed.
Large portable shrine, figure 2-7-5
Unknown provenance, Unusual size.
Large city levy fine, and we’re moving on tonight.
So pour me one; the usual’s alright
We should be better than the rest
We can’t even light our cigarettes
So throw your matchbook down
Thump your hands against your chest
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Two black eyes and blue out in the country, data streams above me in the stark bright blue sky.
You’ve gone green and nervous in the morning. Tap it out on your kneecaps and floor because we need to drive.
Pinot and biscotti from attendants. Week old stagnant coffee in a large white novelty mug.
Can’t believe they’ve got me so impatient, but I know when the time comes, and the watching and the waiting is done:
There’s always another way, (there’s always another way) you can map it out and figure out a source of escape.
We’re gonna be rich one day (we’re gonna be rid one day) so figure it out now already.
Their stale air and inflated self-importance. If they grab your laptop, jab their eyes out and then run for the mall.
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7. |
The Life And Opinions
03:14
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Do you remain in the EU or do you run with A.S.C.A.N.?
Do you know what these airfields do? What kind of public funds we spent on them?
Have you tried restoration yoga? My girlfriend says it really helped her out.
And can I read, can I read can I read your celtic cross?
Do you see it like an egg? Or do you see it like a layer cake?
Did you retain use of your legs? After the charging of the Belgian break?
Did father pat you on the head, did he quote that Winston Churchill quote, that he oh so, that he oh so loves to quote?
This one is the hanged man, it looks bad but it just means: stay working. Stay working.
Reverse of the four of swords, this one isn’t the best, tell me about your investments.
Would you like to cure the common cold?
Would you like to tour with Aerosmith?
Get shot by a twelve year old?
See that’s what is meant by lived experience.
You cannot toss it in the I Ching,
You will not find it in the Old Koran.
When you see it you will know.
When you see it you’ll know.
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8. |
Passerine 1
01:30
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9. |
Wishboats
03:57
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Your kind eyes in the silence
glasses fogged by rain
Flickering florescents
Strands of wicker out of place
bright box of candy
and bo-ho chic settees
Strawberry bright on dark mornings.
Sneakers sticking to the floor.
Fruit, whiskey and fig candles.
Saccharine sweet liquors.
Fat feathered pigeons
Shift their wings and soar
Limestone flower pedal details. 1906 completion dates.
Bird whistle in leafless bushes. clouds running late
Grape stems in the calm love light. take out oil on the stove.
chestnut hair strands on black jackets. Image of our home.
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10. |
Temperance
02:50
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He gave me his last cigarette and went on: “it’s fine, it’s just a bummer. As long as you’re happy man, but I can’t help but wonder. It’s your two drinks to every one of mine, and I can’t get you to meet my eyes anymore, but I’m done picking these stupid fights. I’m just waiting for the smoke to rise on up.” And on the bottle cap a honey bee. When did I do unto the least of these.
You’re on the five year plan now. You finally moved that rock in the backyard. Like only a good man can and now: sometimes you take an extra minute sittin’ in the car after work. And when all our pets grow elderly, you’ll know how that moment felt to me: sand I held to be a stone. Let ‘em roam, let ‘em roam, let ‘em roam let ‘em roam.
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11. |
Sprouts
03:05
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If I was a dog, then you were a fish, because you’re cold and slipped through my fingers.
So I’m sorry for causing the mess I made, but I’lm glad that I didn’t linger.
White plant green reflecting light.
Sunlight strikes every hair, and illuminates your eyes.
So pick your battles and kiss all the solders on their precious shining heads.
Before they are corpses buried in green fields where nothing is said. Nothing is said.
Brown plant green reflecting light.
One occasion of optimism is all that gave us life.
White beautiful walls in the summer, store brand febreeze in the spring: we made our stand for the moment. Let’s see what life brings.
Let’s see what life brings. Let’s see what life brings.
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Coventry Chicago, Illinois
Coventry = the Chicago-based duo of Jon Massey (Silo's Choice, Animal Mother, Upstairs) and Mike Fox (Arthhur, Flesh Of The Stars), cast in the image of the most stoned songwriters from the 60s and the 90s and the far, far future.
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