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I Advanced, Masked
15:15
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I advanced, masked
Dry your eyes like nobody did for me
Spit deposits, you asked for it
I'm a grown woman
I guess I invite this
So I have to allow this
Refuse my hold and tell me no
I know you won't
I rotate and spin
Spit in my mouth and call me daddy
Some kind of scarecrow playboy
Plump you up, analog dog toy
I've been trying
Trying to keep it just like before
The times we never even thought to speak
Got me
I'm cold
The cold comes in at once
And enters into me
I am too weak and too stupid
It comes at the worst of times, the times it is least welcome
When it is in me, nothing and no one can warm me
I need to stop the leaks before all the water runs out
But sleep is calling my name so seductively that I don't mind
Watching everything important go down the drain
I have always been a slow learner of painful lessons
Just too much
Just too much
I want to...
It's this 1 thing that's got me trippin
It's this 1 thing that caught me slippin
It's this 1 thing that caught me slippin
He still know what it's like
The hunt hasn't yet passed him by
The memory fades but the promise is forever
A twinkle in your eye...
Your body is a temple, your body is a rental
You stretch your arms and claw my face
A twinkle in your eye...
Your body is a temple, your body is a rental
You stretch your arms and claw my face
Maybe...
Believe it's this 1 thing you did
High heels walking to the car
Keys jingling, I see you, I see you
Bury your head under the sand
The holy ghost of vermin
Heart clip
Aerosol
Shh
Figure in the water, semen clotting
Figure in the water, semen clotting to paste down her throat
Her image deep bescumbered
My song goes high like a rifle crack, bang
And we don't know each other well
So what? I keep thinking to myself
Memories just keep ringing bells
Hear voices I don't want to understand
My car keys are jingling in my hand
My high heels are clicking towards your door
Maybe I just can't believe it
In this 1 thing you did
I can't deny, tired of trying
I can't deny, tired of trying
Open up the door, and just keep on seeing you
I'm hoping you can keep my secret
Well,
Owning a liquor store in these parts is almost godly on my behalf
I'm doing so because I provide the blood of life to the patrons of this fair city
Now tell me about, uh...
I'm going nowhere
When the low heavy sky weighs like a lid on the spirit aching for the light
And when embracing the horizon it pours on us a black day which is sadder than any night
When the earth is turned into a gripping dungeon in which hope like a bat flutters blindly and bruises its timid wings and tender head against the walls and rotted ceilings
When the rain stretching down its long streaks of water imitates the bars of an enormous prison
And a silent throng of loathsome spiders come and weave their webs inside our brains
And suddenly, the bells swing angrily and hurl their hideous uproar into the sky like a band of wandering spirits who wail relentlessly
And long hearses without drums or music move in a slow procession through my soul
And defeated hope bursts into tears
And the fierce tyrant, Anguish, sets his black banner on my bowed head
We went into the Hollywood Museum and we learned about how all the makeup there became a thing
Even though it came from humble beginnings of grease paint and cake makeup
They had the costumes of the stars that made something of themselves
Governments from the bottom
Because I remember when I came out to prove myself and flap my wings, spread my wings
It's a nice suit, cowboy,
Polished and shined
And shoved deep in
The offspring of decay and the night
Blood spawned weird sisters
Their sire nutless
by the uneaten who brought his siblings to light
in a sea of vomit
Father time begat unwilling an earth mother
A maiden and a hag
They enter little into this tale
The curse of lesions
that they're laid with
works too well
I have leprosy's younger brother
growing everywhere
A garden state
I could do without
Thirteen black swords each
A noose remnant
The pelvis and legs reddened
The third the head
And a length of spine impaled up his rectum
The rocks keep getting larger
I welcome the coming rains
to dull the marred edges
and scarred face of the soil
where I dug
This that very Mab
That plaits the manes of horses in the night
In foul hairs,
which once untangled,
much misfortune bodes;
This is the lady loved,
when maids lie on their backs,
that presses them
and learns them first to bear
This is she
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2. |
Salome
07:19
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Nostrils caked in black dried blood
No hands in candles
No twin
No singing
Bang bang, way out in the distance
No glove, no love
Are you there? Are you listening?
It casts a shadow over Tennessee
Are you there? Are you listening?
I'll show you bubble and squeak
Bang bang
In my dreams, my teeth fall out and I crawl
Packing the dirt
The wind quits
And I put my ear to the ground
There's coffee downstairs every morning
I'll hide you under cover of tables
The flies won't touch you
You'll never be tempted
Any trembling you get is just dress rehearsal
I'll hide you when there's no shelter outside
Your cradle is a louse
Your bedspread runs ragged with mud and cigarettes
Posted high on the atoll
Silver mountains and quiet hiccups
The sickening, foul moon won't shine pain on your face
I'll just flit through the dark like a corpulent eel
Your comet falls overhead
You've left everything in a train that is pulling away from the station
Your teeth are forever falling out of your head
Your comet falls overheard
It straightens and falls to the earth
I bite
And I dance
And I pray
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3. |
Two Haikus About Flies
00:16
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Flies gather to feast
On the semen you left them
I can't remember
The days are long now
Flies born in shit spread new wings
It's your turn to sleep
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Seinfeld
09:00
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Monolithic
The prehistoric maps are buried under miles of sand
The land long eroded by hands unrecorded
Pounding rhythms on post-consumer polymer bags
Tails flap, heads shrink and the fish cheer
The golden age packaged for eighty years in the marrow of her bones
Under grass
Deep in the museum, Tobit's son catches a fish
And awaits instructions never to come
Buried in the potter's field and awaiting other daughters
Disguising mother and child
So the students never know
Miles above, each day is commemorated by one million parades
The hotels and aqueducts stretch into the streets
Where thousands mourn the causes they died for
And march to placid songs of domestic birds
For maille books Voynich will buy
Their words mean nothing
And the grid is a loss
No matter what tube from which light shines,
The hand swallows itself
Where his work meant something,
Exit stage right and wait for Orion
Our world is gone from under his coded back
Wash and forget
I don't know if you remember our wedding
Snow in Heaven and animal glue
God's books on tape are still in His pocket
Thrown down a well:
Please tell my wife to get the pictures developed
Yell for the doctor as the blizzard bears down
On Streeton's folly Florry and me
We'll live on only in books
He told me he knew as he took off his belt and climbed the stairs
A man's man, known for his bravery
Manager of the Columbian Order
Cooper's Leatherstocking and the Baptist prophet
Swing from the ceiling, drunk on the fumes of honest souls
Aspiring to be more
More than a hunter, who, in a hundred years or more,
Will walk the land above our bones
And gaze in awe at the rusted carousels and statues
Swing from the ceiling, drunk on the fumes of honest souls
Aspiring to be more
More than a hunter, who, in a hundred years,
Will walk the land above our bones
And gaze in awe at the rusted carousels and statues in the square
We must have been rays from the sun
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5. |
Gloss
14:56
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I don't care if I'm on my own again
When there's a white river of love and kneeling
Starting them together
String them together
Read my lips
S-T-A-R-T-A-L-O-N-E-E-N-D-A-L-O-N-E
Such a tall light
Sutures past smirk, yeah, I know
You shove that desire in my face
I love it
Scorch my hand where my fingers
Perfectly intertwine with yours
You whisper in my ear
About how you want to get fucked by a real man
While my thoughts became knives through bone
As you scream his name
Bouncing off the walls
Stinging in sync with the changing trees
Calm seas don't change color
Dry swords don't push ashes
A tent full of eggs means hard work
Greek roses down winding roads
They say hello and they're my saints
If I don't... If I didn't laugh
The earth is yawning
Different trains
Have you heard? Bovine tears
Naked bells, the mescaline sun
Swans' laughs ratlle like teeth in a cage
Mice, mice, mice, mice
What man wears your face and chair?
The snow is getting deeper
The snow is getting deeper
I know lenders' lips are moving
Let me be your best girl
Like in a movie
Let me be your raft of abuse
I hope you brought your camera
First you walk up the hill and take your place in line
I don't think ever I've seen you around
Have a sip
How does she hang the clothes climb up on herself?
There's a house, and a porch with a table on it
No one knows how far this stretches on
They stand until they fall down
Going back to school
It's nice to get out from time to time
What if she freezes in mid-air
While the apples roll away down the hill?
Swaying
I put on high heels for the first time
In the attic across the field going home
I fell asleep underwater and everything made sense
Cracked tile melting information
Cracked tile melting intervention
This town owns me and I'll never leave
They bend down and this deal keeps secrets
Catch and release, catch and release
Better yet, try again and wait another day
Limp into the sea
Tiyn dot, strip of sand
Waves that sigh behind the hand
I stand across the singing shore
The earth and you are round
Chime, the feet dry,
The sand clouds collect out at sea
This pink shell
This gray span
Lonely beach, careless wind
Faster than a skipped
Faster than a skipped beat
Table for one
Faithless dove
Table for one
Faceless dove
Here the blankets fall like snow on wind
From night to night
The air scratches
From the forest came the wanderer
A winged victory for the sullen
The bird ends its flight increased in gravel
This has no words and I am alone
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