1. |
Come Again, Come Again
01:16
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I had a dream I was your drummer
come again, come again
Blessed broke, I was a lover
come again, come again
We’d never seen this side of summer
come again, come again
All was well as one to wonder
come again, come again
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2. |
Oh, Utopia
03:07
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[The fox sold pleasure to the gander
the goose grasped firmly her bliss]
Heaven’s a layaway away,
credit will cover it
The market demands that I maintain
my, my commitment to comfort
Oh, utopia—you’re miserable
Oh, such satisfaction’s unbearable
Oh, utopia
[The fox sneered at their penniless joy
when the geese ran out of bargaining chips]
Hell bent to heed all the ad men,
consent to confusion
Relax, rejoice in the rapture
Intact despite dissolution
Oh, utopia
There’s delight in our distress,
boredom in redundant bliss
Oh, utopia—you’re miserable
Oh, such satisfaction’s unbearable
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3. |
Henry the Hammer
03:55
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Henry the Hammer was seven and restless,
a wrecking ball with a question, he’s helpless
Surrounded by small-minded partisans,
pulling him in undesired directions
Big brother brought home a record, a cannonball,
a brick of self-conception, a catapult
Little Henry ate it up, that sound of gold
Kept an ear to the ground of the good road
There’s nothing to see here, nothing to find
without looking elsewhere and otherwise
It's an innuendo incognito
Keep looking elsewhere and otherwise
Henry the Hammer was patient, straight-laced,
always playing straight for the mainstream to save face
But Billie Joe Androgynous at the microphone
chanted truth, the gospel of the good road
("Finally figured out myself for the first time")
There’s nothing to see here, nothing to find
without looking elsewhere and otherwise
It's an innuendo incognito
Keep looking elsewhere and otherwise
Ooh
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4. |
Living Ruins
03:24
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"If you could, do you think you would want to be a vampire?"
"Uh, the thing is, to live forever just sounds like hell to me."
"Oh. But think of all the things you could become—like, a master painter!"
"I think just mastering anything at all as, like, a regular mortal human being feels more, uh… meaningful."
"The future is a cloud! The future is a cloud! The future is a cloud!"
"The future is concrete! The future is concrete! The future is concrete!"
"What do we want?!"
"NOW!"
"When do we want it?!"
"ALWAYS!"
"What do we want?!"
"LATER!"
"When do we want it?!"
"NOW!"
"…and here we have what will surely be a notable site of some of the country’s great now-living ruins. Notice the intactness of the concrete; the windows; the alive-ness of its inhabitants... A shame, a real shame. Moving on, we have some of the future’s most delicious delicacies…"
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5. |
Rascal Multitudes
02:39
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Seated in the nosebleeds,
match-up of the cent’ry
Winner take the country—
we be witnesses only
Oh, I know I know—it’s just a game
Oh, I know I know—it’s warplay
Rascal multitudes are taking notes
Rascal multitudes are tuning in, out
Spoils to the victors
who sponsored the evictions
Conned into conscription
to carry out their mission
Oh, I know I know—it’s just a game
Oh, I know I know—it’s warplay
Rascal multitudes are taking notes
Rascal multitudes are tuning in, out
Commandeered a loaner
to manifest a motive
Permanent opponent,
force as a fortress
Oh, I know I know—it’s just a game
Oh, I know I know—it’s warplay
Rascal multitudes are taking notes
Rascal multitudes are tuning in
Rascal multitudes are taking notes
Rascal multitudes are tuning in, out
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6. |
Woven Song
03:53
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Ask me to show and I will tell
You bring the bow and I’ll bang the bells
Learning your language, your mothertongue
Someone’s gonna arrest us for our luck
I’ve fumbled before and I’ll stumble again
You lighten me up like a cigarette
My heart’s gilded coal and my skeleton is soft
You’re Carson and Nelson and Nabokov
Laborers all, the division is long
All we love we will weave into song
With wings of red we are heels overhead
as we build ourselves time and again
I thought I was one thing, turned out I was two
I teamed up with myself to catch up to you
From you I’d been hiding while I advertised
We’re always arriving yet never arrive
Laborers all, the division is long
All we love we will weave into song
With wings of red we are heels overhead
as we build ourselves time and again
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Stage left, their right, such lofty height now
So near the crowd could taste your tune
So funny how both distance and time
so neatly correspond to size
so neatly correspond to size
Rear center stage, anxious afraid to make a sound
I’ve never played the tune, but I’d pay to make you proud
A drummer always dreams her dreams aloud
A drummer always dreams her dreams aloud
Twenty eyes upon your writhing
All attention right here
Gave our ears to do our tithing
All attention right now
Ahh-ah, your dream or mine
Ahh-ah, I’m keeping time
Ahh-ah, so far so close
Ahh-ah, your little ghost
Twenty eyes upon your writhing
All attention right here
Gave our ears to do our tithing
All attention right now
Ahh-ah, your dream or mine
Ahh-ah, I’m keeping time
Ahh-ah, so far so close
Ahh-ah, your little ghost / then I awoke
You’re looming large
When you’re in sight you’re in mind,
but objects in hindsight become slight
Ain’t it so funny how both distance and time
so neatly correspond to size
Ain’t it so funny how both distance and time
so neatly correspond to size
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Hey, what a wondrous site
Say, is it love at first like
Love, your data is divine
Buzzed in a pseudo-afterlife
User success
Conscience ‘lectric
If I can’t have here,
I’ll take the next, the next best place
If I can’t have now
I’ll take the next, the next best time, yeah
User success
Conscience ‘lectric
Here, a burning satellite
Dear, your avatar’s fine fine
Now our time’s been sucked dry
Shout when you can’t rhapsodize
User success
Conscience ‘lectric
If I can’t have here,
I’ll take the next, the next best place
If I can’t have now,
I’ll take the next, the next best time, yeah
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9. |
These Earthly Forms
03:26
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I use the black screen as a mirror for my makeup
and wake up the machine to the made-up world my mind is made of
There’s something wrong with it, there’s something wrong with it
It reads me like an illustrated booklet
And it’s not a sin to not be generating folderol at all times
Your body’s got better burdens to shoulder
It’s the experience, it’s the experience
How can I be more myself while denying myself of the fact that I simply exist
A life sublime
A primetime prize
It’s one big rosy-hued, hollow-hearted focus group
guided by the patterns of what we consume
Decisions in aggregate, equations cased in skin
reinforcing structures we find ourselves in
And I live for it
Yes, I live for it
A life sublime
A primetime prize
What are these earthly forms for
What if not to please ourselves
What are these earthly forms for
What if not each other
Then what
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10. |
Mattress
01:46
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You told your life story in an online review
for a mattress you only half-liked, but it’s alright
Considering the price point, it was the best you could do
Three stars for comfort and a strong five for value
Now we’re wondering
How are you sleeping
How are your kids
How’s your sciatica
that herniated disc
We hope you get your rest
Now we’re wondering
How are you sleeping
How are your kids
How’s your sciatica
that herniated disc
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He and Yves were home in the village
broke and blessed and basking in it
Couldn’t scrape two pennies together
but richer than the richest cynic
He and Yves looked up at the high-rise
where the first-class fuckers reside
Laughter filled their garden apartment
to form a lowly lovers’ reply
Comfy in the catastrophe
(The limbo)
Cozy in the calamity
(leads to)
Comfy in the catastrophe
(the good road)
Cozy in the calamity
He and Yves were queens of the have-nots,
could make each other come with a nod
The haves were half of nothing in spirit,
patriarchal automatons
He and Yves were making a model
with woven songs and cut-up novels
A world for the meek to inherit,
a mosaic made from broken bottles
Comfy in the catastrophe
(The limbo)
Cozy in the calamity
(leads to)
Comfy in the catastrophe
(the good road)
Cozy in the calamity
Only to make and be made
Only to love and be loved
Oh, utopia!
Comfy in the catastrophe
(The limbo)
Cozy in the calamity
(leads to)
Comfy in the catastrophe
(the good road)
Cozy in the calamity
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12. |
Alive + Well
03:37
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He eyes me—he eyes me either as a courter or a cop
Precisely—precisely logging every stripe and polka dot
The camera—the camera gazes longingly, IDs my face
A lab rat—a lab rat in an elaborate white-light maze
Watch, wait
I slowly disintegrate
He likes me—he likes me either livid or elated now
Reminds me—reminds me there’s so much to rant and rave about,
like how we’re millions—we’re millions of wondrous data points to buy and sell
Decisions, decisions in aggregate, my habits alive and well
Watch, wait
I slowly disintegrate
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