1. |
dog
02:07
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blind dog running through the field
in ever-increasing circles
the stain of her teacher's gray-colored voice
barely troubles the edge of the horizon
sit down all the way down
step come closer
to be of use this is real this is real
the offering of one hundred weekends
to buy you more like in your felicity
to make you the best thing you could be
happy to gone in 48 hours
i'm grateful but this is enough
clear and concise this gift I was dealt
to run til the end of running
alive with that smell in snow or summer corn
loved kept and grown
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2. |
magic
02:13
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the action's deeply felt
your will's a poltergeist
cause cause and effect
why not why not
take some responsibility
please take responsibility
the world is a still pond
your ripples ripple on
you push and pull
and the mountain won't come
sharp sharpen your beak
leave your footprint at the bottom of the creek
why feel guilt
when your intentions weren't bad
when your intentions weren't good
when you misunderstood
why feel guilt
when the world flies on
as we bounce off each other in accelerating waves
how can any one bounce be wrong
be kind, oh my god be kind
a robot in a corner a monkey in a cage
we don't know how we got here be kind
we can't give up our comforts we can't give up our ways
we don't know how we got here be kind
action is disgusting non-action is a bore
we don't know how we got here be kind
i'll still build my cathedral if it's rotten to the core
we don't know how we got here be kind
we don't know how we got here be kind
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3. |
stone
02:55
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tongue like a river and teeth like stone
you're alone but you're never alone
I think you must be pure
I'm pretty sure
grip white-knuckled on the edge of the bathtub
if I grip harder can I follow the path of
your cold and ineffable will
if I were to lie on my back and go perfectly still
in this song I worship
to worship is wrong
and the wrong I worship's
the name of the song
and this morn I dumped all
the rain on my head
and the wind it took me
healing is all about picking the shape
that you want to become and then smashing and taping
til it sticks that way
what your bones say
and all of my magic can't help me defy
the shape that god and my mother designed
if we melt all the scarring away
then who will be left to play all the games that we play
in this song I worship
to worship is wrong
and the wrong I worship's
the name of the song
and this morn I took all
the rain from my head
and the wind it took me
genie gives the boy a wish
fix all the mistakes he made
all he has to do is kill the world
so it's an even trade
in this song I worship the way that it is
every word that falters each unwelcome kiss
and when I was baptized a boy and a girl
I hit the water's surface and fell from the world
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4. |
spider
02:20
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the spider's entrance to the bedroom
is delicate and joyously felt
the spider's entrance to the bedroom
is not a metaphor
indelicate soon enough
to keep alive requires slapstick
violence in slapstick
to keep the love alive requires elision
obstinately comical
the spider's entrance to the bedroom
is irreversible
become what you are to me
in binding wrists in straining distance
become what you were meant to be
and do you notice any time pass?
do you notice anything?
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5. |
don't mourn yet
01:49
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6. |
dirt bloom
02:02
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good earth is bringing me down
feels out the rot in me
childhood is stalking me
birth is the enemy
I want to live lighter than air
simple, never touch anything
live on the rain, warm in the night
never have or lose anything
click clack the beetle is back
bike through the tall grass
dirt bloom and bleed on your back
this too will pass
I want to live lighter than air
simple, never touch anything
live on the rain, golden in flight
never have or lose anything
don't be near don't be near
live like a bright goldfish
listen sing crystal clear
breathe like a bright goldfish
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7. |
flowers
03:05
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oh love and oh gratitude
how the sick stay sick
oh patience neverending
oh work
all the buds I collected
when they bloom they bloom
into flowers
just flowers
all the buds I collected
if they do not bloom
they are buds
just buds
and I have nothing to say to flowers
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8. |
ithaca
02:31
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there are times we must be cold
to adjust our internal weather
at times we must withhold the light
to let the stories wither
to pursue our persisting unprogress
we must let our hopes go to seed
and with every new warmth, we weed
I will always be your friend
it's that uncomplicated
and my need for you must always be
that little bit unsated
spring is coming round again
I feel it in the ether
a renegotiation of
our unremitting together
ah go off to Ithaca
and feel the cold
next time that I see you
we'll both be old
and we'll pick right up where we left off
in a hymn to our mutual greed
with every new warmth, we weed
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9. |
boys dream
02:47
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gray eyed boy in the sweatshirt beside me
in the warm hug me with your worm and thrust
and enveloping torture of ribs I am twelve
and I notice the feathery rips in the gray green
leather of the seat thrust your hand deep
into the foam, notice the white blood soaking
bubbling through my fingers
he'll always be waiting when I get home
mr. feelings right and born the right gender
eyes right save for a pile of kittens
caught in my guts caught in my eyes right
notice which family member dies tonight
which member is back for forgivenenss
in your tastefulness in your reticence
throw me a memory to match what is
notice the end of the table, the item lurking there
do the dance for the wallflower dream
for the destined pair who work together
so loud and clean
do the dance for the dragon that's real
for the kid who'll never fight it
who'll never be less than real
do the dance where you stare at the wall for an hour
do the dance where you scream at the nothing at all
do the dance where it's someone else acting not you
do the dance where it's you
gray eyed boy in the sweatshirt beside me
in the warm hug me for my sins
and let the healing begin as I apologize
for every little thing I wanted to do
let the smoke come through
I'll emerge ready for my vacation
at last armed with my true vocation
I find my ledger is balanced and I am white as the snow,
white as the snow,
white as the snow
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10. |
underwater
02:46
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once I saw a city
wild and overgrowing
haunted by a people
burned by their expanding
who lived day to day
and when I was a young man
I wanted to live there
never understanding
that's where I was heading
day by day
when we are underwater
we'll find ourselves together
in twos and threes
bobbing in the current
living without hunger
done with making messes
how are you
once I saw a city
where the war was over
nothing left to fight for
no-one left to tear up the crusts
just us
and when I was a young man
torn by my ambition
wearing out my spellbook
longing to free of the need
to be loved
when we are underwater
this will be our story
living in my body
glory for the others
ruin where we stay
happily this way
how are you
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11. |
wedding song
02:58
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12. |
girls dream
02:15
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my party dress and I
run out to the autumn garden
there's a friend there
first frost has not yet fallen
inside
the party is back in motion
the wind is cold on my bare shoulders
an arm is around them
lips on my ear
and I want to stay here
you're a fraud, she says
pulling me closer
as light blooms in the mansion windows
this was never your story
the single essential feeling
of being lonely
contains no virtue
spiders feel it too
just like you
my party dress and I
search our pockets for bus fare
another fine mess
trembling in the night air
sans dress
sans prince
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know the feeling the feeling is optional
the meaning is optional too I
stand up when standing's required I
do what I'm meant to do
dreams of youth are dreams so what I
find stories that I fit into
one story the end of the day I
tell the story that I fell into
you have the meaning. the meaning is optional
the feeling is optional too I
do work when work is required I
do what I'm supposed to do
and dreams of youth the dreams so what I
find stories that I fit into
one story the end of the day I
tell the story that I fell into
here comes a thought
the thought is optional
feelings are present
notice it
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