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coelacanth
06:34
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the ghost rots away
in the embrace
of its own gaze
in automatic cycles and habits
paper the mirrors, closed eyes see clearer
die cut my shadow into the drywall
ego at half mast, gas masks and hazmats
chemical war
children were singing
animals bleating
markets and town square
in dissonant fanfare
laughs at the gallows
a truce in the trenches
guards at the fences
saying “all that you’re seeking won’t be found here”
goodbye, mayfly.
fly from still water
how long i have loved you
how long have i loved you?
goodbye, mayfly.
call it a bad dream
how long i have loved you
how long have i loved you?
skin to walk into
warm blood to fill you
a heart with a glass door
all that you asked for
from family nexus to family nexus
vox populi, vox dei
held like a headwound
violence will free you
heart with a glass door
all that you asked for, coming to you.
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2. |
motions
03:32
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paralyzed with possibility
gotta get me out of this mess
new york times best seller
rehearsed conversation
meet me at the tip of the iceberg
and cut me out of my clamshell
tallow taste on a forked tongue
not my problem
hell is other people
damned to abject heads
i’ll win the devil’s favor.
i’ll wean myself off dread.
reveal your underbelly,
i’ll hollow out your shell.
i spiral in dark patterns
i’m so sick of
going through the motions
i wanna be the new routine
i wanna kill the competition
and i wanna run like a machine
i wanna find another way out
select all images containing traffic lights.
select all images containing stop signs.
i am not a person
beyond my own success.
beneath my chitin jacket,
i wear no human flesh.
i only want to eat you,
i come with no pretense.
i spiral in dark patterns,
i’m so sick of
going through the motions
i wanna be the new routine
i wanna blend into the background
and i wanna run like a machine
i wanna find
i wanna find
i wanna find
i wanna find
i wanna find
i wanna find
i wanna find
protect me from what i want.
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3. |
slip under the door
05:28
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by no design,
in the stairwell of your carapace
your fortress of sinew and steel
don’t you get bored
just staring through the crack in the door?
you know no one is home
so why act unsure?
your malnourished architecture
trembles with each austere breath.
a recursive dream of
a panic attack.
the bell keeps ringing
slip under the door.
don’t you get bored
just staring through the crack in the door?
come on in, it’s so cold outside
we’re stocked for a war
munitions from the ceiling to the floor
show your teeth, let me be terrified.
a recursive dream of
a panic attack.
the bell keeps ringing
slip under the door.
is the body a property?
razor wire anatomy
maybe i’m “4real”
let me spell it out
in the soft topography
of corporeal territory
maybe i’m “4real”
is the body a property?
is the body a property?
take control of your property.
mutilation autonomy,
reclamation of territory.
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4. |
guitar song
02:28
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draw salt circles
kiss your needles
afraid i’ll give you
what we want will bore us.
all verse-chorus
green light red light
i don’t know
on doric legs,
tail to head, or the ouroborous won’t flow.
only love, drunk isotope,
your burning hearth, your self-appointed silhouette
said you dreamed him in a garden
murmuring some tune like
“twenty-eight birds go along for a walk,
twenty-six birds tug the wheat from the stalk,
twenty-four birds on a line in the chalk,
twenty-two birds singing,
twenty-eight birds go along for a walk,
twenty-six birds tug the wheat from the stalk,
twenty-four birds on a line in the chalk,
twenty-two birds singing”
on doric legs,
tail to head, or the ouroborous won’t flow.
only love, drunk isotope,
your burning hearth, your self-appointed silhouette
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5. |
rare animal
04:38
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guess i maybe misunderstood
i mean i guess i maybe had misspoke.
we’re living in two different dialects
we’re speaking two different zip codes.
gold star, look me right in the eye
i mean gold star, see the shapes on the lightbox?
it’s sleepless car rides on anxious nights
it’s nothing after nothing.
thinking was he some gig you had to quit in 1999
thinking about the fireflies on your back porch in mid-july
thinking about if he keeps playing db cooper through her life
thinking about you
thinking about you
he’s just sleepwalking on weary feet
your headache,
your absentee
(don’t get lost in a metaphor, don’t get lost in a metaphor)
in a daydream.
(don’t get lost in a metaphor, don’t get lost in a metaphor)
tectonic as all you do, thinking about you.
thinking about you.
parachute backpacks and cash stacks,
abscond the plane.
no one was watching,
he’s lost in pacific rain.
run with the ransom.
head in a handgun.
tomorrow was all smoke and mirrors.
tomorrow was all smoke and mirrors.
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6. |
cul-de-sac
04:35
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every single day, circling a cul-de-sac
alligator eyes staring out of storm drains
walking in your wake, circling the refrain
“i know it’s not gonna last.”
ease your bellyache, occupy your fever dreams
your disembodied voice still blaring from a tv screen
“the modern earth was born in a two-car garage”
“i know it’s not gonna last.”
let it fall from your grasp.
half asleep, foraging
silver screens for a dream.
that we aimlessly reenact
only now every town is the same town,
every doomsday cult pleading we’ve gone off track.
we’re circling a cul-de-sac.
the new age cut their hair,
found eternity in crypto mines.
the new age cut their hair,
sincerity is anodyne.
the desert of the real was overcast by its map.
“i know it’s not gonna last.”
i want to be your tv girl
plastic-wrapped on bladderwrack.
to find a stable plot
across the rotting corpse of god
ghosts of the past, living just to react.
“i know it’s not gonna last.”
little foal in the grass,
in your youth, in a fugue,
sigil signs in hexadecimal hues.
your view will never stand beside of the fact
all your love, went away.
all the mayflies died in a day.
your autumn will pass,
your moonlight will wane and wax.
circling a cul-de-sac
circling a cul-de-sac
circling the refrain
“i know it’s not gonna-”
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7. |
whalefall
04:10
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toss all your change to the wellspring.
i won’t offer me, i want all for me.
as i lay awake
as i lay awake
i have just one request.
past the babbling brook, lapping languidly.
abandon ship to the northern wind.
as i lay awake
i have just one request.
in the undertow
in the undertow
feeding on the body of a
in the undertow
in the undertow
feeding on the body of a whale
as i lay awake.
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8. |
puppy
03:17
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we made great plans
every single day
we were alive with hate
we were quiet company.
we made great plans
every single day
but these days bear weight.
this shame is gravity.
call it back and forth and you call it back and forth
and just to turn and say “where the hell are you trying to go?”
and you call it back and forth and you call it back and forth
and just to turn and say “where the hell are you trying to go?”
and you call it back and forth.
hold your hands
inbetween the bars
and i’ll lick your palms
and bite your fingernails
hold your hands
inbetween the bars
and i’ll just lay here
so effortlessly still.
call it back and forth and you call it back and forth
and just to turn and say “where the hell are you trying to go?”
and you call it back and forth and you call it back and forth
and just to turn and say “where the hell are you trying to go?”
and you call it back and forth.
i want to let you know.
i want to let you know.
i want to let you know.
i want to let you know.
i want to let you know.
i want to let you know.
(call it back and forth and you call it back and forth
and just to turn and say “there’s something missing.”)
i want to let you know.
i want to let you know.
(call it back and forth and you call it back and forth
and just to turn and say “there’s something missing.”)
panic signs,
every single day
when your hands betray
no sense of sympathy.
and you hold my head
every single day
but these days i fear
the love in everything.
and you call it back and forth.
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9. |
the killer
04:13
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in pouring rain,
the killer will wander the wet riverbank.
in sneaker tracks,
to lead him back to the folks he’d chased away.
as foxes dodge his soles,
and root through rabbit holes.
underneath as nesting dolls
the tender flesh to carry home
a trail of blood,
crimson and warm spattered cross the ragged brush.
“oh little fox, you got caught in the teeth of a hunter’s trap.”
and tore through skin and bone,
where iron teeth take hold
and underneath as nesting dolls,
the tender flesh to carry home.
as you decide through killer eyes
taken by your trembling trigger hand
in gentle jaws, the barrel of your .22
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10. |
the CIA
04:42
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can’t help but fall into your arms
blink at every false alarm
there is nothing i can do
to separate myself from you.
yeah you’re my panopticon
with your radar always on
empty cells in hollow dens
a reflection in your lens.
always terrified
under a spell
wiretap my head
i’m a chemical well
horrified, nothing to hide this emptiness
always terrified
under a spell
wiretap my head
i’m a chemical well
your vacant eyes
is your surveillance tenderness?
lost without your love
there’s a war inside us
i can’t help but volunteer this heart
for the fear when we’re apart
in the belly of the beast
born are we as ambergris.
happy in your eagle eye
til the aqueducts run dry.
hung on every word you say
oh we love the CIA.
always terrified
under a spell
wiretap my head
i’m a chemical well
horrified, nothing to hide this emptiness
always terrified
under a spell
wiretap my head
i’m a chemical well
your vacant eyes
is your surveillance tenderness?
lost without your love
in your teeth, on your mind
your sympathy’s a waste of time
little blinking light you hide behind
i can’t help it i keep coming back to you
cut through the artery suck the blood
cut through the artery suck the blood
can’t help but fall into your arms
blink at every false alarm
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11. |
200
03:49
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nav lights, across gasoline seas
come as you like, march as calvalry.
cause i’ve been waiting on you so long
i know i could crumble
carrying this weight.
the poison swims into deltas
an insatiable autocannibal
drawn to you
what did my eyes ever tell you?
it’s just the cries of an animal
baby i don’t care
cause i’ve been waiting on you so long i know i could crumble
carrying this weight.
all your impulses and all your troubles
will lacerate the skin
so move your body like it’s automatic
it’s all you have to do
baby, i feel sold for entertainment,
desperation as riot control.
i feel sold for entertainment,
desperation as riot control.
i feel sold for entertainment,
desperation as riot control.
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12. |
commatose
09:49
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i couldn’t even hear you on the phone
we’ve been caught up in a one note monotone
i’ve been living with my head down, comatose
your memory walks as a roving ghost.
tacet alibi,
hold me underwater.
in your sweet embrace
wear me out.
terror at your heels,
whatever makes you feel good.
burning through each hour,
to wait it out.
i couldn’t even hear you on the phone.
we’ve been caught up in a one note monotone.
i’ve been living with my head down, comatose.
your memory walks as a roving ghost.
and when i tried to reach her on the phone,
we got lost in the three note area code.
she was soaked into the carpet and her clothes,
monument to the fear that has taken host.
i couldn’t even hear you.
i couldn’t even hear you.
i couldn’t even hear you.
turn to the left.
turn to the right.
turn to the left.
gold rush
bleeding hole where the coal was.
a raging bull where your soul was.
i love you better when you’re kept in check.
plastic death, plastic death
suck the marrow til there’s nothing left, nothing left
send every message as an SOS, SOS
i love you better when you’re kept in check.
there’s no mystique.
even in death just a cheap pastische.
we’re belly-laughing in the nosebleeds.
plastic death, plastic death
suck the marrow til there’s nothing left, nothing left
send every message as an SOS, SOS
i love you better when you’re plasticine, in stark submission,
trepannation bloodflow.
dawn will glean clouds of bone
let your hatred take control.
in sacred sleep, you will seize
daylight unbound by flesh.
in this light, this gorgeous lie
weathered white, in tempestuous tides
bleeding out in advertising red
couldn’t wait, couldn’t handle all the love to pass through you.
rows of evergreen stand by silent water
all is full of love, all is beautiful.
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13. |
abyss angel
05:56
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all the burned meat, all the blood in the trees
i am burning with the blood in the trees
and i know it’s not easy to see
it’s not easy to me
it’s not easy to me
it’s not easy to me
all the burned meat, all the blood in the trees
she’s a lost fawn in a frozen creek
licking numb limbs, mending blistered knees
in a little white pill you refuse to eat.
all the burned meat, all the blood in the trees
i am burning with the blood in the trees
and i know it’s not easy to see
it’s not easy to me
it’s not easy to me
it’s not easy to me
family nexus swallowed all exits,
your house is a double bind
in hallways so hard to find,
your love is a double bind.
family nexus swallowed all exits,
your house is a double bind
in hallways so hard to find,
your love is a double bind.
family nexus swallowed all exits,
your house is a double bind
in hallways so hard to find,
your love is a double bind.
cause i want to hurt you so so bad
when you lay there on the floor i will laugh.
quilted sheets,
let me be as clay
in your coarse fingertips.
your plastic silhouette, i will lay.
i am a human body.
do you know?
do you remember?
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