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Birds
11:01
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All objects are empty
Light shines through, and under
A black veil stretches around the dry earth
Every inch is run through and ridden
No material spreads
The pieces are loose, they will --
Own the pieces
Branch out
Yes, or not built
But instead, stretched for days and days,
No separation
The roots, they spread out
But the blood that runs down the drain is easily forgotten
But wretched, close, in defiance
Birds know it
Pulling shut down the blinds
'til I forgot what lies outside
I fell asleep with my shoes on
I'm tired - smell some ammo - my eyes are closed
While bridge of my bridges burned
I'm here, in the flat desert without --
I can sing to an empty room
And I know my angle in me
There is a bell ringing underground
There is a bell ringing underground
There was a thing they can swallow
They can see the back street
Where the sad status fell
Perfect dress on broken glass
I was almost thirsty enough to drink the rain
It's pouring rain but I am not wet
I have heard the thunder, haven't seen the lightning yet
Oh, but I've gone and said too much
Or so I did assume
Autumn breeze between the trees
Fallen leaves are red
Lonesome tones of hollow bones resting on the riverbed
It's pouring rain but I am not wet
I have heard the thunder, haven't seen the lightning yet
Oh, but I've gone and said too much
Longing and lament
Waves and water dragged away the envelope you sent
I will not let you go alone, come and take my hand
It's pouring rain but I am not wet
I have heard the thunder, haven't seen the lightning yet
Oh, but I've gone and said too much
Gone and said too much
Gone and said too much
A scratch
A scratch at my door
Who am I to judge?
Because all I remember
Is the way you looked on our anniversary
Down by it all
Let me lay underneath
Let me lay underneath
Found myself
Rolling deep
Beneath that Oregon pine
Beneath that Oregon pine
So I'll take you down
To where the whippoorwills lay
We'll go fishing
We'll go fishing
We'll go underneath it all
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2. |
Hall
11:19
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(...smell of wine...)
But you're not what you want to be
The way they stare at you is the way they look at me
I'm going far to--
I'll just stare at the ceiling all night
I'm going far to see the land
I'm running far to see the land
While back at my house the sun's out high
I want to keep flowers on the kitchen table forever
Eat them before they rot
Put them between my teeth and my lips
Make you speak
My yellow smile
Smiles nicer than a bowl of cornflakes
We don't keep milk in this house anyways
Paying the support of the line
Lying together in barb-less hooks
Like they were open to the words I saw, I crushed
Still not over
Children, look!
Look at them luring the big one
I just know
Your mother's the lure
What the bait looks like just before
The big ones are taken and hidden in the cracks
Oh, the riverbed
They want something more
Than a blank, empty slate
They need movement
Vivacious,
Flash of color
She cast out
And back and forth a lure
Glittering black fly with bright red mouth
Red lips at the end of a barb-less hook
You are a single singer
(We're all sitting now
But the smoke lingers
Lines in the sky
Hang from trees
Days and nights
Spent in the gutter of the world
We're all sitting now
But the smoke lingers)
[hello, my love...]
You ain't never been nowhere like this before
Girl, what you waiting for?
I know that you're onboard
I know you can't get enough
I know that you want me
And you know that I want you
I can't even describe the way you make me feel
I just want you, girl
To rock my world
There ain't nothing else that you could tell me
To change my mind
I want you
And I know I'm on your time
I ain't really worried about that
Cuz anybody can't say anything
They ain't really doing it like me
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3. |
A Cliff In Our Garden
08:58
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Her still singing limbs turned away
to hide her face and lips and guilt among the trees,
Even their leaves, to haunt caves of the forest,
to feed her love on melancholy sorrow
Which sleepless turned her body to a shade,
first pale and wrinkled, then a sheet of air,
then bones to thin-worn rocks,
and lastly just the voice
vanished in forest,
far from walks on hills and valleys,
heard by all who call
Daughter of a voice
There is another
Built so I could say
I'm all alone
and someone would hear and echo
Rival of time
A place to put these things we do
And hold eyes to the past
Learn now and warn later
I would die before
[You give yourself to him]
Look up at the sky
The hours passing
Echoes down an empty cave
All the voices and shadows and photos of a sound
From a cliff in our garden
Flung back, and in the sky's blue care reborn
There is no cure for loneliness
But itself.
The wide glare of day?
Endless.
The night was luxurious.
And with it,
All your dead friends,
Who kept you warm.
But then the day begins
A car, a bird, the bell rings
"Wake up, sucker!"
The Happy People Are At Your Door!
This is the hour of smiles
This is the hour and there
are another twelve
that tell you:
"You have lost and will not recover
Your god is gone:
he is gone
forever.
The light is piercing
Even though
through the burnt holes of
your black curtains
will emerge
some sign of life
someone is passing
that knows your name
that someone
that you hate
that knows
you are awake.
Who will not leave you
because waking up
is all you do for most of the
day
BLACK TAPE IS GONE!
Where is it?
"Look again!"
Block the light
It burns your retina
It burns your brain
It burns your skin.
The shout of dawn:
"Find it!"
There..
"There it is."
Black-taped and
Whole again
the noise is louder
and there are people laughing
They are SAYING
'Good Morning!"
They are giddy minnows floating
atop a sea of dumbness.
The bell rings
And you smile
the smile of the man
who holds the key,
"Keep ringing buddy!"
They want to take you
Out of here
They know what's good for you
is anything but you
And you are rich
You are RICHER STILL
with knowing that your living death is a death with dreams...
that no
confidence man
can pry away
They may be all you have
these thoughts, these
memories, these dreams--these
hallucinations
of the things
you
could
have done,
what you
might
have
become
all just impossible but only
just
out of grasp.
The thought is the deed!
The deed is out of grasp!
Out of the fingers, sweaty
but
fully-fleshed
still comes to you
like a
gift
unwrapped.
And wise men know
that the thing is always better
than the thing
itself.
The bell
has stopped its ringing.
And there is another
roll of tape.
The minutes pass.
You have locked the windows:
There was a noise.
and now you are
airless
like a bat
with a human face.
It whispers.
"Once I was a fool
like you...
but having been forever scarred
by the smiles of stupid people
smile myself now
forever downwards
liek the smile of Death,
the great reliever.
For what is lonely
is really
just
lonely
for a
man.
Not
for
a
God.
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Bound in blood, feral cries burn out these holes
Memories you hold dear peel away
I hear your screams from the very edge
I fall with the rain and bleed with your about-face
So hush now while these idle hands carry me home to the edge
Where the lights, they hang low
Oh, these hands
Boiling with my blood
I hush
Feral cries bound in blood
I know the way you suffer
Counting
Afflictions burning
Right to the bone
Bleeding piece by piece
I only cry when I see the white of your eyes
So carry me to the edge on idle hands
Carry me
While this blood is boiling
I see the stars beneath the oak tree where I pray for my sealed fate
Idle hands
Bound in blood
Bound in blood
You fade all away
Bound in blood
Bound in blood
Bound in blood
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