1. |
Green Again
00:44
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2. |
Drowning Pool
03:22
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now the air's getting cold
thought's edge can cut skin
I can leave into the water,
see myself in the drowning pool
now the air's getting cold
I can escape my skin
I can leave into the air
to spit in the drowning pool
a voice comes from behind
reaches for my shame-ears
I turn my body in the street
it says "what are you lookin at?"
it says "I should kill you"
it says "I should fucking kill you"
I have nothing to do
so I turn my body and walk
now the air's getting cold
but there's no color on the trees
they creep from green to brown
with nothing in between
and outside in the street
I can hear the machines.
they're repaving the street
that goes under the trees
and my glad-ears are hearing
the music of their working.
the machines cease to run
and my life goes on.
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3. |
Corner of Mine
02:12
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the voids in my life
are not shaped like
people
the empty spaces
are shaped like
places
and longing.
corner of mine
corner of mine.
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4. |
Abdicate
02:55
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when I wake up in the night
I'm not wrong
i'm not wrong
i'm not right
when the dark is mine alone
I'm not wrong
abdicate! I grow tired of the ties
so I must abdicate
when I abdicate my role
in the whole
I'm not wrong
when I feel the eyes are closed
I'm just gone
I'm not wrong
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5. |
Beads
01:14
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6. |
Abacus
02:25
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abacus,
the beads of events go by and then winter comes.
you think that you see meaning in the colors
you think that you see feeling in the abacus.
abacus,
you've taken a name and sublimated your lust
into something you can push across an abacus,
into something it's easy to say in your given tongue.
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7. |
Green
02:18
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I slept at my mom's
after the show
at that place we sometimes go.
I went dream-towards
a single sense,
green as a memory
strong as a drunk's affection
I pressed the body warm
with my dream flesh.
I dreamed your face right this time
you were a boy again this time
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8. |
Song in Three Scenes
02:25
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when my senses broke
I woke up alone
it felt good to not have to
say a word to any one
time for the fall
from scenes I can't now recall
one more time for the day
I fill a cup of coffee and drink.
used to try and get drunk-
now I just drink for luck.
I'm trying to picture my life
before I knew
how to get fucked,
and how to fuck.
I think that was a good dream
but I can't make that scene
I feel like a dog
dragged around when I'm just trying to piss
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9. |
Back to Corner
00:57
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10. |
Waking Guilt Dream
02:01
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why you gotta do that?
why you wanna do that?
(the feeling of having done wrong
the feeling of forgetting someone
who am I disappointing today?
where are my disappointments today?)
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11. |
Something of Use
03:22
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a cabinet
lays on the corner
like a
sepulcher-
becomes
thing of least use,
as I cross within
the seeing space
of that thing.
a piece of metal
shaped like a whale
lay in my hand-
it had no use.
it looked good.
I'd have sent it
for you to see it
but someone else
thought I owed them
something of use.
oh, thing of least use
thing of least use.
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12. |
Woke Up Alone
01:09
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