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Index
03:30
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strips of straight lines of oak
cold studded grain on my shoulder blades
tainted waves grazing lobes
ears in a frenzy for far off groans
something stands between these reflections of a fictional me
you turned a hinge, twisting keys
revealing a space - it was smaller than size
i felt the floor from angled knees
receiving a word in a holy disguise
something stands between these reflections of a fictional me
it's these frames that i hold
between a swollen thumb and the index of my soul
marks on my jaw you never saw in flash or film
now i'm curled inside myself in a ball upon the floor
i'm not seeking their attention anymore
cause i know what lies between these reflections of a fictional me
i know what lies between -- it's you
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2. |
Standard Candles
05:22
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I was lost here
in California,
glancing backwards
across my shoulder.
Digging graves for
freedom riders,
Feeling grateful
that I'm beside her.
Now I'm gonna say it,
I'm gonna say it,
I'm gonna say it,
And no ones gonna say that I won't.
"Standard candle,
upon the mantel piece,
living in your shadow
always seemed so sweet,
retribution
for causing mayhem,
an old solution
for modern problems.
Now I'm gonna say it,
I'm gonna say it,
I'm gonna say it,
And no ones gonna say that I won't.
I'm gonna say it,
I'm gonna say it,
I'm gonna say it,
I'm gonna say that I want you,
That I want you oh...
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3. |
Crossed Legs
03:44
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i heard you're teaching yourself to float
it's going better than you'd hoped
but like an anchor on a line, you resign to rise and fall
lifted, unallowed to have it all
you say you hover in your place
but you cannot shift your weight
if you lean you start to roll then the earth takes control
you find that you no longer levitate
you just skip
like a rock
that's been carelessly tossed to a stream
and when you stop
you say you feel you've found a meaning you lost in the ground
and now i stare
crossed legs, you hang in the air
so i open my mouth and close it slowly
open my mouth and gape at the view
posture as a statue's, vertebrae aligned
you say "hey, you've got a silence i can listen to
so would it be weird
if you worked
on making those lips disappear?"
i say "no, less it weren't for all those years i obsessed over words
and in this state i won't claim to be more than my traits
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4. |
Mine Was An Accident
04:36
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She says, “It’s time to settle down,
but I keep moving
into some vacant spot in someone else’s life,
to wither as they grow.”
And if the fool still wears the crown,
there’ll be no fooling me.
‘Cause I’ll be nothing but a vagabond’s remains
with a mystery in tow.
I saw the changing of the guard,
but I was frozen
by imperfections in the summer sunlight
as I tried to have it all.
“I heard you mock me at the station,
that’s when you drifted out of my sight.”
These words were pouring out of me,
“I thought you lost them when you woke up in that bathroom stall.
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5. |
Bullseye
04:56
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i hope you know what i mean
i fear that you are slipping from the scene
eyes with rings orbiting in red and green
you're not overshot or falling up short
you fail to differentiate the wall from the board
and you think of all those you've known
thrown, but never hit home
influences meant and never meant to happen
they pin you to a gamble you don't take well
i can tell you've been staring at a map of your world
with your fingers curled around a dart
it's sharp, but do you trust where it lands
and your own hand enough to show you who you are?
i'll admit i'm ashamed
but i can't be brought to talk to you today
pepper on the cork, you'll be working on your aim
i've been trained to step in when you land outside the lines
understand - i'm afraid i'm inclined to just say throw it all away
just think of all those you've known
they can't just hand you a bone
all the chances meant and never meant to take
making you feel like it's one big game
all the same, you've been staring at the map of your world
with your fingers curled around a dart
will it fly true or are you making up a sport
just to force a bullseye on your heart?
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We don’t bother each other
when we’re on our own.
So go on, see your mother.
She’ll tell you “My, how you’ve grown.”
And I’m changing my morning,
one breath at a time,
with my face in my pillow
and my head in the sky.
When you’re lying on your back
When you’re lying on your back
When you’re lying on your back…
I’m still weak with starvation
but I’ve got freedom to spare
to survey this great nation
from some cheap office chair.
“Well I was frozen in place
at the sight of your face as you stumbled
through the marshes and bogs that had kept me from saving the day.
This god that you worship obstructed my view of the scenery
and I don’t mean to use slander,
but I see no other way.”
When you’re lying on your back
When you’re lying on your back
When you’re lying on your back…
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you blink behind a tinted lens
your science in a dragon den
i cannot take you seriously
i want to take you seriously
there's more in sight than i can see
more oxygen than i can breathe
just please repeat it back to me
please repeat it back
you try, but it's carving a knot in your throat
like most, you gulp 'til your gut is just churning around
learning your worth in a place that is back and forth
it's just a stroll around the block
how holes get worn in heels of socks
i cannot take you seriously
i want to take you seriously
you push the cart across the lot
the wheels snag on asphalt rock
squeak. squeak. squeak. squeak. squeak. squeak. squeak.
it sounds like ringing a chime in your ears
this kind reverberates loudest when listening alone
cause the tone you chase resonates in a place that is still.
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8. |
Stone's Fortune
12:04
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"Toss me your camera.
Let’s find you a picture frame.
We’ll pick our way back down the path,
the one along which you came."
I’ve requested my freedom in writing.
It’s scratched across your marble floor
for when gravity is too much to bear
and you feel yourself stiffen.
I had put my stale worries inside
so that there would be no chance
for these infinite thoughts of my ceiling
to get in the way.
And with the canyon below us
I was struck by the romance
of a place that could make you believe
that your fortunes could change.
I’m sinking my teeth into gold
and I’m watching the mystery unwind,
hunting for scraps of your time,
‘cause I can’t get you off of my mind.
As we walked the pedestrian boulevard,
we lay out our new plan
to protect us from petty mistakes
in the grips of a foreign land.
"You could’ve staved off our ruin
and turned to the east,
I could see you there.
But at the end of the day,
We rose from the dead.”
I’m sinking my teeth into gold
and I’m watching the mystery unwind,
hunting for scraps of your time,
‘cause I can’t get you off of my mind.
Well if I am to trust in your tolerance
for things that you can’t see,
like the currents I tend to resist,
I’ll need you to follow me.
You know that I could dissolve
my exotic, ambivalent empire’s gate
but I shrink as you stand there, smoking grass,
and you try to remember the last thing that you were looking for.
And now you ask me for more,
as if you’re childish contempt’s just a system
to get what you need.
And like you’re stoic attempts to be certain,
it’s led you to me.
I’m sinking my teeth into gold
and I’m watching the mystery unwind,
hunting for scraps of your time,
‘cause I can’t get you off of my mind.
I cast you a spell.
And you called for someone to come lift it.
It turns out you needed it more
than you had foreseen.
We sat ‘round the fire
and talked about what makes us different
from people who get all their color from TV screens.
I’m sinking my teeth into gold
and I’m watching the mystery unwind,
hunting for scraps of your time,
‘cause I can’t get you off of my mind.
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