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Subtlety
01:35
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You are the 'B' in my subtlety,
but I'm not as subtle as I try to be.
One look at the word and the 'B' is all that I see,
Avvah, Why should eyes focus on 'B's'
when I don't dot my 'I's' or cross my 'T's'.
I'm unfinished, just erase m-.
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2. |
Pilling
04:37
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I already see you in half of my week, so why not make it the whole thing?
Forever isn’t sweet until you know just what it means. Do you know what it means?
I’ve never been close to a mountain’s peak,
Or the things I want to speak. I want to speak.
I follow the shadows in the indents of your cheeks, and my face stings, my ears ting.
I catch two freckles on your finger’s hide.
Man alive.
I catch two freckles on your finger’s hide.
Man alive.
deep sage green, cute Cotton ball toes, they’re so well hid.
You pummel me, now I’m up against the ropes, go on, take my rib.
I know the lines in your lips-
Where they run to, and when they resist.
Practice a masterful prose, eeesh i messed it up. Tsk tsk tsk
Pilling of her sweater, pick me off and flick
Pilling of a mountain, she’ll hike and I’m stranded.
Pilling of her sweater, the coming last stitch.
Pilling of a mountain. She’ll hike, I insist.
I catch the freckle right below her eye.
Man alive.
I catch the freckle right below her eye.
Man alive.
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3. |
Monster Vein
02:06
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Monster Vein
Splash up the water, flood the gates
Flit your lashes. Composure waned
Weathervane
Which direction? Choose a way.
Win the war, see the states
Flow through me.
Monster vein
Feel my forehead while I’m fevering.
Blood, sweat, and tears racing down the drain.
Champagne
The popping cork blows out the flame.
“You have pretty eyes.” What are you saying??
Go on flow through me Monster Vein.
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4. |
Susie Lee
02:33
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I thought I was made in God's image.
I thought I was made for you.
I thought that I was made from dust, and that’s the only thing that’s true.
You change your clothes right after meeting, and I keep mine on for a while.
You hang them up real neat
and I throw mine in a pile.
You thought you were made in God's image.
You thought and then you moved.
You tell me: “yes, you are made from dust, but dust settles dude.”
Then I think to myself: “There’s always some jerk with a broom.”
You change your clothes right after meeting, and I keep mine on for a while.
You put on your Susie Lee
Sheepy With Footrot in denial.
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5. |
Sheepy With Footrot
02:10
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Separate
Leave me pursuing
Coagulate
My hooves are pooling
Pet my wool,
Tell me: "keep on doing
the things you do while the devil is looming
Cos if-a-you don’t, it’s you he’ll be grooming"
I don’t think…
I don’t think I can make it.
Diseased state (so lonesome I could die)
It’s my undoing.
Eating away
It’s you I’m losing
Foul in the foot.
Why is it so grueling?
Tell me: "Leave the sheep’s walk, those muddy yards are doing you in."
Angel of music, hi.
Angle of music, I…
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6. |
Of
02:57
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Like a flower bed with blight
Like a handshake with no right.
Never mentioned, never tried.
You need things I can’t provide
No, I never could quite
Seem to jury rig my might
Even through years gone by
No one wants a man who whines
What am I made of?
Of is hard to describe.
Someone out there knows it.
You’ll ask & he’ll reply
Like the moon without sunshine
Like surfing without the pine
Even with unlimited time
I would never make you mine.
No, I never could quite
Control what would incite
My clipping R Waves in their heights
Or what reminds me of you. What a plight!
What am I made of?
‘Of’ is hard to describe.
Someone out there knows it,
Can explain & tell you why.
What am I made of?
Of is hard to describe.
Forget that, all I know is
I couldn’t be the head of a wife.
I couldn’t be the head of your life.
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7. |
Lip Skin
02:52
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I could tear that lip skin off for you
I could even clear out a closet too.
We could share a waist, and buy a place.
But I don’t have the room-
For the human race-and the planet's face
That you’ll be walking soon.
Your lips like the corners of my shower
Your cheeks like the smoothness of my shower
Your hair on my sweater would make my life better. Your hair in the lint of my dryer would make my life better.
I would leave my arm just resting on you.
But mom says: "We have to leave at noon."
Place a magazine, Vocalize Christine,
I laugh at your tune.
Getting all our time. I could have some wine.
Was I always doomed?
Your lips like the corners of my shower
Your cheeks like the smoothness of my shower
Your lip skin would make my life better.
Your lip skin Would make my chapped lips wetter.
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8. |
Cartwheel
03:16
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This we learn at an early age,
To feel mighty with our heels to the sky.
Our parents stir up a ruckus and cheer for us.
There was no containing our proud youthful grins-
Not back then.
As we grow our strength isn't impressive anymore.
The motions have worn the spokes,
Though some people can still give it a whirl.
The last time I witnessed a cartwheel was 11 months ago.
It was the girl in the olive maillot.
She performed it perfectly.
She was radiant, beautiful, a cause for blinks to be abandoned.
A cause for taking deeper breaths.
A cause for a hand to the heart, to feel that the beat is correct.
She was a shape from the sun's emissions.
Her mother did not cheer for her, neither did I.
But everything inside me was shouting out bravo.
I noticed her strength.
The girl was kind enough to pity me a glance.
I think she heard my mute plaudits,
Because with her sand-curled cappuccino entanglement across her face
She smiled. There was no containing it.
There was no containing it.
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I wake up in the morning with my hot wheels blanket still above my head.
I think about your going away party that’s in June-
Oof I’d rather be dead then have to go there and mutter a goodbye,
I’ll probably stay home instead.
But that’s like two months away man
just calm down and go get the coffee started.
What kind of failure is in store today?
Well, I had things to do, but they were left disregarded.
I played basketball to have a moment where I don’t feel despondent.
But I rolled my ankle so bad it feels and looks like lead.
So I go back home and struggle to get the shorts off my legs.
Then I cleaned up, and thought I might as well just go to bed.
I lie down and springs start digging into my back.
I’m thinking of words I never said.
Didn't you have words in mind to say?
Let the blanket cover me.
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Chronically, an eye for me
Mentally the ones who flee
As I crawl into a void that holds my purpose, I can’t see
On this I can attest, known since the day we met
On this I can attest, we would make a lovely mess
No good at trying
You’re dried up from crying
The irony in that just goes to show you, that opposites attract
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Father hems for him, but hems her into mohair.
Reciting threaded hymns made daddy such a Huckster.
Oh she’s feeling oh so lousy..
She looks so cute when she’s pouting.
Hang it! The boys are gawsy.
She’s forced to lie in tawdry.
Oh father...
Father’s forming figure eights.
(Look he’s forming figure eights.)
Securing seams of bitter hate.
She was the daughter of a haberdasher
At arm’s length, you know he never reached her
And every time the entry bells din
He pokes his finger with a sewing pin.
A doover, a doodad, a watchamacallit
Daughter dear, You know he’s got it.
But he doesn’t have you anymore
A lost scrap amidst the grandeur.
A motif, she wants to be more.
It’s time to close the store.
She flipped the sign and he locked the door.
So, Who receives the ballyhoo?
Breasts are double breasted suits.
“Lose the silly attitude.”
A noose, he is her button loop.
Father’s caress to a torso form
He never kept his daughter warm.
She was the daughter of a haberdasher
And ever since her leaving, he pokes his finger with a pin
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12. |
Welcome Back To Hatred
04:09
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I should of yanked out my sweet tooth but I have a few
Rounding the corner to have a scoop, I saw a girl who looked like you.
I mistake you in others so often, I didn’t think it was true.
But you pointed & waved and my faculties caved- so what’s the use?
Welcome back to hatred
It’s been quite some time my friend
Gee you were doing so well
It's a shame it has to end
It's the last chance to hang out with your friend from Michigan
As much as I want to see you this is not the moment.
This dingo with the dad jokes is interrupting.
The ice cream had chocolate in it, I had to spit it out through the fence.
Welcome back to hatred
It’s been quite some time my friend
Gee you were doing so well
It's a shame it has to end
I left the two of you early to get out of the way.
Without the spoon cupping my words I’ve no reason to stay.
I’ve never felt the need to cuss until the drive back that day.
I wanted to tell you about Will’s Guitar and how great he plays.
Welcome back to hatred
It’s been quite some time my friend
Gee you were doing so well
It's a shame it has to end
Welcome back to hatred
I almost forgot my friend.
Any good for nothing man would
Curse all those on the mend.
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13. |
Capo On The Fourth Fret
03:50
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I write songs about you with my capo on the fourth fret
They’re not songs that I can easily forget.
I write songs about you they get stuck in my head.
I’ll hum some other tune & live in that instead.
You hold your left shoulder a bit higher than your right,
and your head also favors that side.
The flagrum whips and lands behind,
And I wrap the contusions like gauze with your tie.
Move on, and I won’t be alright.
Lean into me when you laugh, but you do it everyone.
Should I make her laugh again? Am I another moron?
Sundown greeted the son, in the ninth hour God’s will was done.
But I think of earthly things, God please tell me how come?
You hold your left shoulder a bit higher than your right,
It’s the one that rested on my side.
The flagrum whips and lands behind,
And I wrap the contusions like gauze with your tie.
Move on, and I should be fine.
I write songs about you with my capo on the fourth fret.
They’re not songs that I can easily forget.
I wrote this one too it was stuck in my head.
But I am changing my tune, it won’t be as often.
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14. |
Punctuation Marks
04:09
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Orange cream cookies, crumbs in a plastic bag.
The colt runs like me, amniotically clad.
You take off your sweater & swiftly fold it in your lap.
It’s not one of the ones I bought you. Why is that?
She grits her teeth and growls “I’ll bite you.”
And I even thought it through,
I say: “sure.” Giving her the go ahead to
nosh on me like her favorite food,
Or leave it alone like we usually do.
I go to clean the office almost forgot to disarm the alarm
Pain shoots up my leg and then I think about your arms.
Then I imagine you lifting me upside down like a bully at their park.
And all the lyrics fall from my pockets - and I’m left with just punctuation marks.
The Ellipsis… just hangs me out to dry.
The Exclamation! Hails a riled up cry.
The comma, it’s a pause in our timeline.
The Question? makes me wonder why.
The hyphen- it could make us collide,
But the apostrophe’s meaning isn’t ever mine.
The Period. To the finish.
to July.
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15. |
Bullseye! Black Eye!
04:27
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Neither of us are bold
I never loved the cards like the full household
I’m giving it up I’ll just fold
It’s all on the table, but I’m in the hole.
I’ll switch to darts, that’s how dad struck gold.
Succumb to and realize it.
True romantics can’t keep on getting nix.
Tell you what, it’s exhausting
To just be around you doing anything.
But then leave lonelier and regret coming.
Bullseye! Black eye! Thanks.
Winterhude the grisly crime
It’s a shame when someone crosses a line
Our country’s are just as fine.
Pack my sweater you must tightly wind.
Everything’s Misaligned
In the long run I’ll be left behind
I knew it wasn’t right
From Jehovah’s day to Yahweh’s night
It’s inconceivable in my mind-
Those thank you’s one is obliged to write,
Or a congratulations addressed to You and I.
Bullseye! Black eye! Thanks.
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16. |
A Study In Contrast
02:00
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Would my life improve without you?
Or would I be lost without you?
I’ll be over it in a year.
I live my life in glimpses around you.
If I looked at you for too long, I would have to give you forever.
Well, at least as long as I last.
I mentally and physically cannot go near you.
And speaking… is speaking always required?
I was talking with Mick about the size of elementary schools in Michigan.
8 grades combined equaled only 120 people, but I lost interest when I felt you behind me.
You, just 1 person.
Accidental meetings, drive me.
I have never used the corners of my eyes as much as I did that night.
You look comfy wrapped in the warmth of your Hulking sweater.
It hangs down so low, almost down to where your skirt ends.
My conversation with Mick ends, and I had to take my leave up the aisle.
I glimpse like I normally do.
It boggles my mind that you can wear an oversize sweater with an ornate necklace and get away with it.
The contrast is making me insane.
The contrast of your clothes and jewelry.
The contrast of your November skin and your Red lipstick.
The contrast of your feelings, and mine.
I always love your shoes.
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17. |
Bye Cassandra
05:52
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I remember one time I said: “Bye Cassandra.”
You said bye back and called me: "Lazlow".
Holy cats I loved that.
You were sitting on the sectional next to Claudia
And I slipped one last glimpse before I had to go
And I never faced those facts.
A few weeks back, I couldn’t sing high enough
But knew you could so I sent you ‘long throw’.
You listened to ‘norm’ front to back.
Day in and day out, I don’t have the stamina
to be right up close to you toe to toe,
When you, top to toe is an attack.
Today I saw you among verticals like Madame Kupka
People, and versions of people in a mold.
Any version of you & I’ll Lapse
There’s no one else
Emotions ricochet like the instrument’s voice in an orchestra
Mahler 9, the lower balcony. Reach the rondo.
This burleske we hear, it’s my own trap.
Getting late, and I know I’ll garner the insomnia
And I’ll pray that my life could be retold,
And we would unfold the same map.
Imagined you had left and driven to Florida
Man I hate that place, folk are crazy and old.
I Wonder where you’ll end up at.
Wherever it is, Australia to Canada
There’s a promise that I think you should know,
And it stands tall like a mast.
It's that when you do say bye Cassandra,
I’ll always have the lights on low
and set out a Welcome mat
There’s no one else.
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18. |
Lanky Scarecrow
04:23
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I’m a Scarecrow, wool made my belly grow.
Down came that accursed calm crow
And covered me in feathers. She comes and she goes.
“You never mind me, and you eat the crops whole!
How can I scare you? Is there any emotion you’ll show?
At least peck at me, I’m stuck on this stupid pole.”
I’m a scarecrow, there’s a lot I don’t know.
But I seem to have a heart, it’s just fallow
You’re a calm crow, soar and look below.
There, my lanky figure! You pass by even so.
You’re a calm crow, caw for the murder.
Desolate the field I protect. To the Dirt.
Snag my Sun bleached flannel when you use me as a perch.
“What’s this scarecrow good for? Just a moment’s mirth?
I’ll eat up everything that grows from the earth.
And he’ll still stand here when I return.”
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19. |
No Girl There
03:53
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Metal grinding metal and they shriek for the train to stop.
There’s no girl there. And it’s my own fault
Chalk the free throw behind Jimtown. Wait for the ball to drop.
There’s no girl there. Tattered leather is the result.
Toss the Schubas old fashioned back, Flyte’s harmonies clear the grot.
There’s no girl there. Take another gulp.
Find her calloused skin on her guitar, it must have fallen off.
There’s no girl there. Like a slug caked in salt.
I drive by a glasslike Hunter lake,
With sunset shades so soft.
There's no girl there. Of course it’s that result.
Listen to the mourning doves wail
Then simply rise aloft.
There’s no girl there. It’s as if the heavens called.
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