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Ave Atque Vale
04:20
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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)
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Corporate
03:57
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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
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Get Crucial!
03:09
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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
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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
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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
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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)
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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
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Glimmer Twins
03:42
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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.
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Give Me A Shot
06:12
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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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