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1. |
Stars
02:17
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the moon is my ma
the sun is my pa
the stars are my pals
the earth is my gal
mama moon hold me tight
papa sunset me straight
my brothers the stars take me out on the town
my lady the earth let me stomp on your ground
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Dead Sea
02:15
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the dead sea is a lake with no life at all
and a corpse placed in it
would not be eaten or rot but float preserved on its surface
drowsy laughter against my neck
the clouds remain like a row of persian lilacs
scandalized and repulsive in their overdone finery
stretching out on the empty plain toward weeping rock
(i’m curious, what are you doing i’m curious)
you must learn it well the way we form our difficult vows
oh how i want her
but i know better
the way she blush
deserve a mirror
don't ever beg in a dead language
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3. |
Miracles
02:12
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the sun is double-parked over india
and you’ve forgotten everything
why should you feel this life
the moon is blue in the scheme of things
and you’ve forgotten everything
why should you feel this life
the precious stones you grind to dust
why should you feel this life
if you can’t forgive yourself for what you love and
why should you feel this life
when you rage from the depths of your weakness and
why should you feel this life
when you bite your tongue to tame hot thoughts and
why should you feel this life
miracles stretch their arms around you
and you’ve forgotten everything
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4. |
Boat on the Madeira
04:15
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ah that’s a one peg mister
something about a saint
pate boat on the madeira
the eye sings the surface speaks
dread among the fierce
smoky fissures up on fours
‘til then the night life
any side of shame
the animal a fine romance the spoon dance
the only game in town the only game around
yankee giraffes nothing remiss
dart a big finger too a big saddie the routine egg
beaming shallow spots disqualified lament
a foamin through the thicket
needles quarry near the road
a slower spot my fixer pays
alone in the foreshortened noon
we replay the dining room
we listen for the false alarms
we replay the hungry moon
what world what world what world
do you mean
what world what world what world
prove it to me
next summer you will turn the grass
the sun will shine and we will plant ash
straight of shadoway
mayday
it has no meaning it was my youth
the mood of secrecy had elapsed
the human soil proved fertile
the occasion was dour and more violent than expected
i quite understand was his only complaint
the stranger at my watch grew impatient
i was heard creaking in my chair
i was made for tougher things tougher times
when people aren’t so crazy
he wants to know my fears when all i’ve done is live them
it’s not a philosophy you know it’s not a conscious choice
he leaves me in the dark
the blood dries on my face i dare not open my eyes
and the silence is intoxicating
what world ... etc.
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5. |
Like You
01:52
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we are everywhere raised like you
and free like you
and promised like you
and whole like you
we are everywhere styled like you
and stirred like you
and weird like you
and cruel like you
we are everywhere green like you
and red like you
and black like you
and blue like you
we are everywhere seduced like you
and deranged like you
and damaged like you
and damned like you
we are everywhere prophetic like you
heroic like you
emphatic like you
dead like you
we are everywhere finished like you
and frail like you
and faithless like you
and hungry like you
we are everywhere round like you
and square like you
and flat like you
and oblique like you
we are everywhere loved like you
and concerned like you
disinterested like you
and bored like you
we are everywhere repressed like you
vain like you
ignorant like you and beautiful like you
we are everywhere simple like you
pursued like you
and absurd like you
and droll like you
we are everywhere simple like you
and complicated like you
and farfetched like you
and silent like you
i don't like you
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6. |
Fiery Flowers
01:40
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i remember smoky leaves on frosty lawns
and broken candles up my sleeve
dancing with scarecrows on halloween
i'm searchin the sky for my in betweens
they say hey man, everything you do is weird
i kick the fiery flowers by a factory wall
they won’t tell me where i’ve been
they won’t tell me what i’ve seen
and they say there are no boundaries left
they say there’s no in between
i hang like a signal stiff in the ether
wasp peeling and twirling around a grimy locomotive
the taste of salt in my ears
where the crystal showers dazzle daily
and the scenic frictions sing as one
i remember ...
my hands know no limits
zoom in a world of recycled armies
i fake my death to join the species
i become the landscape and the airport runways
they say get in there you tibetan malcontent
it’s time to swallow your wolves
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7. |
Blunt Puppets
01:46
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blunt puppets flash their withers and tug on god
the tobacco girls and ivory boys
leave their skin behind
the black rash tethered like a moldering ketch to a star
garlands of floating pearls are poised for any rhythm
my shattered wound all smeary from thirsty work
(right)
six weeks since gray ghost shrieked a deafening howl
the moon trading souls with racing black clouds
the sun anchored on the smile-frown of blundering crows
total eclipse like burial in queer silver demolition dust
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8. |
Nevada
01:35
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weeds grew in the fifth bedroom
i was mowing the lawns of heaven
when a wet wilderness arose in my heart
she was a vision in pink pearls
like a sunrise or a coral reef
she says she thinks money must be everything
when you count your fingers and the time it takes to cross
nevada
we heard them in asylum
we were patterns of light
crawling over dawn
she says there’s someone screaming in my mirror
the horizon’s lifting off
she says i remember skies that could run and run forever and never turn back
time to go
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9. |
No Load
02:08
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rascal commutes his train train
lazy man
cold spots fasten to jellyfish
body of buns pull eyes and snorting sand
sand remembers a girl
mean again
stunned by the strength of the sun
left leftovers small pox
a carnival remembers the sand
black coast foam up to my statue
fiery night strange fortunes and even stranger lands
no load
drifting stars like drifting sands
i know that morning never changes
falling through the day
in a falling in love kind of way
he fled from wonderful things
warm summer years
when his barking blood ran
with the earth’s enthusiasm
he lay for hours trading
the sun’s black glare for satin skin
paradise now for lands unseen
he licked a double-barbed arrow
and let his spirit fly
and between his legs and outstretched arms
the flowers grew
(incredibly high)
and when she presses him into the earth
and with kisses says remember me
fresh water swimming from a broken coast
it was soft they were simple
so far to fall
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Sluggish Skies
02:08
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when empty streets talk skyscrapers walk
when the bootstraps snap and the horse-wings flap
when the black harp sings and the holy ghost belches
we’ll know the never never as a shabby crazy place
with sluggish skies
you’re drama, a harmony of meta-human sadness
in which we dream one to another
awaken with private sensations
my dead jackasses lighter than a grain of sand
and so much heavier than the ruins of athens,
the agony
the careless droning bells and the powdered gulps of clay
the diamond birds and buttered moonbeams
the slings and silver turns mad clean like salt and rubber bright
ply the cold blue light
all the freaks reach out and watch their hands shatter
monsters arrive and horses whinny
some crusade, the entropy
lead nowhere carry no tune
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Nude Season
02:10
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black pearl cities make you mine
ghost white whispers tear down time
the city is a thievin let it shine
let it 21st make you mine
insane is the reason
reason insane
the nude season
the late hour
the weary heart
there’s nothing wrong
the pushy wind
the neon sun
her open eyes all in fun
all that trouble
to face your changes
i can’t believe
i’d waste my time
think of me when you go for broke
think of me when the madness comes
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12. |
Governor
01:05
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lawnmower for governor
‘cause the ocean’s no longer water
it's toner
the boats make it xerox and the fish make it fax
and the sky isn’t airmass
its fax paper
the grass is a scanner the whole planet’s a planner
the big bang is on wrong
and tungsten is way down
lawnmower for governor
he’s got parasols for bumblebees
hair nets for yellowjackets
navy blue blazers for the hornets out there
a humvee for the queen
an rv in every hive
lawnmower for governor
elected in a landslide
by the gardener and the apiary constituency
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13. |
Yo Quiero
02:00
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many sons have told this lie
explained oblivion with a sigh
some day i’ll learn to fly some day i’ll learn to die
‘til then i’ll be your happy boy
‘til then i’ll be your faithful one
yo quiero sacrifice
my house is built of solid stone
i dust my stance with an iron will
i dance in place i’m standing still
i’ve my cities racing by i’ve seen rivers running dry
many sons have told this lie...
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14. |
Poker Straight
02:22
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you’re poker straight when the hammers ring
spaced out on irresistible crime
like tumbleweed in the gardens at versailles
but no more lost than here
with its smashed windows and chalk outlines
side-swiping vices and missing-link groove
i knew her when her sterile self-erasing style
scratched untidy laughter on the laser trail of insect cynicism
she was handmade like the centuries are turned and
hallowed out by phantom elevators
carrying sexual intelligence to the next plateau of naiveté
how pathetic to be paranoid in a place this weak on history
where exiles preen their leash dragged ecstasy
in a debatable twilight how social to sense the hours
stretch unbroken like exhausted slaves
somersaulting false frontiers in the tranquil speed of space
when it’s back to your bluff self
calling in sick with the abstractions and plastic aches that idle wild
in the shortest distance between too many points
you’re poker straight
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Charades
04:25
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love drugs and heavy water
glow worms and fashion bribes
charm bracelets and candied eyes
sugar cane banana trees
i like milkshakes and i like corn flakes
tribulation capes and mataranka hot springs alice springs palm springs
sting rays and bouncing stones smashed repairs and broken bones
life’s unfair desire’s worse
lust and envy steer the curse
a thousand empty miles and piles of dust
you had me on toast from darwin to sydney
you’re a crow crow she’s a raven
i like milkshakes and i like cornflakes
what can’t be endured must be contagious
it’s bush fires and heartache to the bitter end
what can’t be swallowed must be coughed up
it’s boats and gold mines to the bitter end
true love in a big country to the bitter end
well i was lost watching the popcorn vendors
well i was lost on the longest boulevards of paris
well i was lost riding the ferris wheels down under
well i was lost watching curtains swing in the wind
well i was lost in the punk neon of shinjuku
well i was lost in the chess halls of djakarta
religion swept through town and charades destroyed the rest
a bitter kiss of lemon
a shriek of stale sugars
a filthy piece of pavement
sky rippling in a puddle
in the buy-back neon
with the jukebox blaring
in the cold atlantic desert
far enough down the nile
flocking to lhasa
with the freaks from kat
blowing beggars kisses
on the darkest roads of dacca
sifting through ashes
in the muddy wash of ganges
religion swept through town and charades destroyed the rest
religion swept through town and science destroyed the rest
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Weather
04:06
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it’s the king of burning pyres it’s the sacred grove
it’s the fever we break it’s the train we don’t make
it’s the truth on every side it’s the painful rebirth
it’s the flick of a wrist it’s the poise i can’t resist
it’s the lassitude of forethought
it’s the ominous reruns back-to-back
parking a mediumship in orbit baby flickers of heaven
born into pleasure and rotten weather
out this world in another
either way takes forever
this is wealth and this is the weather
born into pleasure and rotten weather
it’s the mind at rest
it’s the pause out of time
the loss of speech
the bewilderment of reason
it’s the drunk on patrol
it’s the ghost of dawn
it’s the just born dance
it’s the mirror against the flood
out this world in another
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Dark Tambourine
04:25
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the principle of secrecy is a machine
engaging the confessions of spontaneous mutations
the mark of savagery demands preliminary investigations
written techniques that preserve the suffering body
the truth is murdered on the scaffold of justice
the idea of shame is a pretext for revenge
to refuse origins dismantle anxiety
his hand serves a new thought
the brutal increase of substitutes
the hatred that everything is
failing the real attracts forceful natures
some people can’t be relied on
we know and know and know we know ...
but look no further
the big things escape us
the little things repel us
sofa legs are heaped on a cloud aiming
the painted panoramas the decent militant glooms
denim-style entanglement parking mountains by the ocean
glamour back and forth a suckling pig of plenty
a plague of hungry ghosts
descend on the world’s most excited city
somebody’s high dark tambourine across the piano night
hourglass mutant mock berlin rhythm
incredibly flat
where morning fades
the moving targets and ground up days
the heavy straights strummed
with big hands and a dope spigot
to work the busy spills
like a mouth sweat rubber tree
friday, and i’m virtually fashion
year after reckless year day after reckless year ...
somebody’s high dark tambourine across the piano night
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Creamy Trenches
03:45
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creamy trenches blur the light
twilight ooze collects the day
i’ve got holy oil for my smarts
the thrill of egypt in my smile
my head is a wedding in traveling clothes
puffs of seawind polished like gold
if i don’t reach tomorrow by sunday night
i’ll have troubles that never grow old
i got a new heart but it knows where i’ve been
i’ve got new hands i’m not used to them yet
i got new feet they just go where they will
i’ve got new eyes we still haven’t met
i am broken
in a stream of light think
in a room saturated with fog
climb into the night
i live in a dream awaiting
the vibrance of chimes
over me the prayers feel less lonely
a distant cool hand awakens me
with the harmony of sorrow
i am like the night
great wisdom fails to woo me
no nomadic yen no passion for alchemy
stirs this continental drift
it is sleep and sleep alone
requires such explanations
loose your dreams your hypnotic states
your flying spirits and vulgar hallucinations
i got a new heart ...
i can smell the light
the voice like lanterns winking
the sea outside is loud tonight
and the animals are easy
seven seas in how many years
phantom children do as they’re told
if the winds don’t whirl me into clouds
time won’t pass and i’ll be old
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Unrealistic
01:27
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candles don’t work
they don’t make light
they don’t make heat
they don’t blow out
candles don’t work
it’s pathetic how they try and melt
they don’t work
they always go out
candles are down and out sarcastic
wine is a nice try
like the cork ever comes out
the labels are fake
and the bottle breaks
there’s never a glass out of which to drink
they don’t even use grapes
and it doesn’t get you straight
the stores won’t even stock it
it makes all the food go bad
the earth is unrealistic
the moon is overpaid
the sun is spoiled rotten
and the flowers are embarrassing
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20. |
Plesham
01:57
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bleep hard love you do banishing
clept and moe fro the worry
great sound wrap so yo keep hiya
sweet i am sister
say id rock san ise isth
dark eggae of da morrow
datz de plesham
got to feelum
i leggum darky ooga
i stay you
ow i ston
really runnin
don bava
insfar om
chilly ja ja
folliyear jasham
one shah to do what is right
when jasher to free de martial
omly come to jaimshow
tam de marsal
jamyam aming
chass you fobber
bomb dalee
ding dong see
even bum the mahitva
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