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No Arc

by Rave Ami

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1.
AVE ATQUE VALE -- the arrow moves forward with or without you, time flows on, hitchcock's birds fly high, life's a bitch & so am I, yadda yadda yadda, the rumours are true... I made friends with a couple of sparrows, sang them my last rites while they chewed on my marrow (While I was trying to leave I got bit by the feeling of having left something behind) Would I be laid down in rose, rue or laurel, ruminating, chewing on bright blankets of soil? (While I’m trying to sleep, I get behind on my speech, stuck turning phrases into rhymes) The daylight falls short, my bygones disturb me no more By the time the last call’s given a chance I’m already echoing down the hall with circumstance, dancing (Hidden in the harvest of intelligent design was an easy target, and now I know you’re mine) I got caught throwing the latest shapes with a couple of robins who had some time to waste (While lost in years, between fits of fear, the swell I’d built up in my chest disappeared) Lying in a cigar box covered in licorice, will my memories cover me in a bright blanket of mist? (While I’m asleep, these dreams may creep into the corners like soft waves of ocean) Winding in the wake, forgiven for forgiveness’ sake It’s there you go again, over the edge of where they say, “nothing is freedom” Guiding you gently from yourself, away dancing When the day doesn’t drop, but it pours Out of the mystic and through the open door I’ll remember the touch of your hand And smile upon where you stand Until the curtain call, we have each other, that’s all (Hidden in the harvest of intelligent design was an easy target, and now I know you’re mine)
2.
Corporate 03:57
CORPORATE -- eat your soul with intent & watch it digest into your sole I’m always chasing, chasing, chasing that taste From the top of my lips to the bottom of grace And I look wherever it is around, cause when it’s not there it can no longer be found & I need to find a new way to unwind Cos I’ve killed all my time killing time at killing time Guess I’m snuffed out on heaven’s high And punched up on its lows, cos as above, so below... I used to see you twice in one week (Falling backwards)/(Falling after) But now we don’t even speak (Choke on laughter)/(Hold on, scattered) The days go on, they just seem to creep (Haunted feeling)/(Constant feeling) I used to see you twice in one week (Senses reeling)/(Not quite dealing well) And I trust that the means will justify the ends & the bends, and the spins, and the trends, and the cycles contained therein again & again Left to believe that the ends will justify the means Cashing in my cache of cred with the scene Cause these salad days got spread pretty lean, man But oh, is it me or is it my misery That compels me to decide what gives? Am I seen or am I just seeing The way that time vanishes? I used to see you twice in one week (Falling backwards)/(Falling after) But now we don’t even speak (Choke on laughter)/(Hold on, scattered) The days go on, they just seem to creep (Haunted feeling)/(Constant feeling) I used to see you twice in one week (Senses reeling)/(Not quite dealing well) Past the prototype and prototypical, I’m a brand new form of mutant animal Got a room to rent & a millstone to lift, kicking rocks just like Sysiphus I’m going Corporate
3.
Get Crucial! 03:09
GET CRUCIAL! -- self-accountability in the digital age; post-myspace-flip-phone haze; watching the local show through someone else's phone; millstone of temporality overhead; wuzzat? Spitting across the slipstream of space I don’t know what that means, and I ain’t got time to waste Climbing up & down the ladder Faster, faster There’s time to relax and take mind erase The herbal essences of a dying race Pushing forwards, pulling backwards After the after It’s only temporary, but man I feel at dis-ease again I don’t want it (yes you do) You can’t prove it (why don’t you?) Saw it on the daily news Wind me up & (set me down) Watch me spin it (back around) That’s the way you do it now, show them who’s a holy cow! Flagellate it for the crowd, make your mom & daddy proud! Grow with what you hate until you can’t stand On your own two feet, now that’s an honest man Who can recognize that they’re goddamned Falling up & down the ladder Faster, you bastard Sick and tired of all the usual It’s time for this scene to get crucial
4.
WAITING ROOM BOOGIE -- when in Rome, shake your ass. There’s a place buried deep inside where you may never grow old You just toil, spoil, bubble and boil, trapped within your soul Just like Zarathustra if he never learned how to talk When you’re too hot to trot and can't walk the walk Just counting up every thought, thinking “I want that life but I was born to lose it & I'm sure it would be a great delight but I would only ever abuse it Yeah, I’d like to take a bite out of the apple of my eye Taste the sweet with the sour, y'know, ‘spit to see the shine’ If I could get mine by my own design, then I'd be doing just fine with gravity at my behind." Eventually that kind of thinking, well, it leads you nowhere And you'll find yourself on that road and say, “Hey! How did I get here?” In the grim incandescence of a torturous strip of magnetic humming in hot silence From the air conditioning unit down the aisle from where you sit It’s positively electric And while I read the room, surfing channels to find the cartoons Stuck in a jar breathing carbon I'm perfectly willing & I'm perfectly able, on a mobius kick perfectly unstable If I am eternal then I am my navel, I am the view, and I am the table I rose a lush - triumphant as such - and passed out on the bathroom floor Wrapped up with a pout in all my Catholic doubt, dripping in clout from sea to shore Now - Flipping through a magazine & scribbling in the margins We’re heaven bound with low weather so long as god doesn't barge in And there’s a clear drifting sensation I feel that’s taking me away “Let me out!” from this figure eight “Let me out!” from this zen arcade “Let me out!” from this soap opera parade “Let me out!” from this slow quatrain “Let me out!” There sure ain’t no shadows in this tomb, just the tube playing some cartoons Stuck in a jar breathing carbon Well, I wanted that life but I was born to lose it So I turned around and barked back at my crown, “anachronism solution” Your heart is a house on fire, dressed in your convalescent blues When you’re stuck in the waiting room there’s only one thing left to do Yeah, I wanted that life but I was born to lose it So I turned around and barked back at my crown, "anachronism solution" Your heart is a house on fire, dressed in your best dancing shoes You know there's only one thing to do when you're left stuck in the waiting room Boogie
5.
ALICE DOES A KICKFLIP IN WONDERLAND >black moon< -- del-mar is calling! -- follow the zephyr --> the moment you hesitate, you're already late! Freestyle freaks me out Treading water in a river of doubt They say, “Loose lips sink ships” That bloom into orchids We’ll spin along the cape Got a cheshire smile for my mascara snake I’ll bite hard, you deal the hand While Alice does a kickflip in wonderland I wonder where her wonder will wonderland Bless my fur & whiskers, I’m late, I’m late I’m late for a very important date There’s no time to argue, or to say “Goodbye!” I’m late, I've lost track of time (There is no quarter in our hearts) Wonder which way I ought to go If I had a world of my own It would be so very nice If I took my own advice
6.
THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS -- the dark side of a good time †† don't act so surprised Oh! I’ve been suffering the St Vitus Dance With the loose change of yesterday’s papers jingling in my pockets. How about that for brass? A song that sounds like shattered stained glass - that’s my only offering to you Christened in the black tar of love. Christened with the veil of true romance. Fed off of the drippings of those endearing young charms. It’s wishful thinking that got us this far! This spectacular fascination with death Now we’re singing for chairs. I cave (Dissolute Disrepute Disillusion) I save (Disappear Disengage Disobedience) Fine! As if I haven’t already said enough The rest has already been written - I’ve already spilled my guts So when do I get to sing “My Way”? And “If!” & “Or!” & But! Where does the red fern glow? It’s a karmic knot - reach for the stars & your wrist gets slapped Ipso Facto in Memoriam - the universal marching insects are chewing across time Alert the witches of Mendocino that they’re headed for the jello factory. I erase (Unamused Underused Unwelcome) I waste (Overgrown Overcame Overtaken) I may (Predate Premeditate Preservation) I say (Antiquate Apostate Apparition) I wait (Subjugate Subway Subdivision)
7.
HEAVENLY GRAVITATING STAR -- luv is real, real is luv, but you've known that all along; the level is green Wrote a song, called “Melancholy Teen Machine” For the young & restless Who don’t know what it mean You’re the one that I’ve been leaning on Anyone can see You’re the one that I’ve been gleaming on You’re the star of my dreams For all my sweethearts, the drunks Cheer up Sleepy Jean A share of our local heavens Oh, what can it mean? You’re the one that I’ve been leaning on In my fantasies You’re the one that I’ve been scheming on You’re the star of my dreams Candytuft & hyacinth Drown my Fleur de Lis Wreathed in fog, I spoke to god She lives under trees You’re the one that I’ve been dreaming on My technicolor eulogy You’re the one that I’ve been leaning on You’re the star of my dreams
8.
GLIMMER TWINS -- i'm standing outside of the spirit smoking cigarettes and laughing with friends the buzz of traffic and streetlights collecting in my beer can This one’s for feeling helpless, obliviously alone If baby I just can’t help it, I guess I’m going home It’s easier in the winter, gets thinner by the fall If misery is selfish, I guess I’m going home alone If you’re broken by everything that you’ve ever known And drinking in each empty motion to demonstrate how much you have grown Go full blown rag & bone This one’s faithfully reckless with glitter on its tongue It ripped apart the set list, and sucker punched each song ‘til it stung Been & done Your connection is shaking hands with a ghost And sleeping in while your indiscretions are in the kitchen burning toast Your affection’s draining the blood of your host And soaking in all of life’s rejections while listening to confessionals So rotten just for fun What would you say if I were to claim there is no arc? That what you call “fate” is right from the start played with no arc? (For the days that were meant to fade into a tremble) What would it mean if it were to mean there is no arc? (And became nights that couldn’t recognize what they resembled) There is no arc.
9.
GIVE ME A SHOT -- first you must be on the wagon to get off I got run down by my phases I was tired, so I faced it Hung out, high and wasted I was wired, so I chased it I spun through the city in the silence of night Chasing shadows in between streetlights I got strung out, tried to taste it But I expired so I ate it Give Me a Shot I got wrung out by my phases You already know it; I already claimed it in the run-up Shooting out of what’s ahead of me Defecting with my destinies Remembering all I thought I had forgot, hey! Give Me a Shot I got run down by my phases And I was tired, so I faced it Wrung out, time was wasted And expired, so I ate it I waltzed through the city in the silence of night Casting shadows underneath streetlights And all I heard was a distant cry, “Get on.”

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released March 8, 2024

engineered, recorded & mixed at Trinity Island Studio by Warren Pryde

mastered by David Klug

saxophone & bass clarinet on "Those Endearing Young Charms" courtesy of Patrick Breiner

produced by Discount Swag

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