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B.I.D.S.I.U.
03:57
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The red light’s divine, the red light defines you
Traffic in lost time, the all-seeing eye reminds you
The ID assigned obscures the light inside you
Chroma shy to shine—cut the cards, run the light and find you
Burn it down, smash it up
Dreaming of radical love
Started with a statue—now do the system
The brass in the back room are shaking hips to the cataclysm
Started in the classroom, punks laughing too loud to listen
Their mirror never matched you—taxed to free yourself from the fiction
Oh, to be an extra in your own picture
Oh, another lecture
Shine a light, define, refine
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2. |
Asking For a Friend
03:54
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“We all know that adderall makes you talk your head right off, and as the night gets on we all get tired of nodding right along. Left to your devices, you divide up your selves, loathing the alone time of a life upon a shelf.
“Did you really quit smoking again? What’s next, drinking? Everyone’s a bore by forty, you’re thirty-one years young. Left with no excuses, so you excused yourself. History repeats until you nurse it back to health”
Out of sight, out of my mind
I alight, I lie in light
“Sure, you never asked for my advice—here’s my two cents: get your shit together, reckless never pays the rent. Left with due decisions, so you can suit yourself. Indulge in your compulsions or commit to be compelled.”
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3. |
Mmm Hmm Om
02:23
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4. |
Capra-Colored Lenses
03:28
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I didn’t see you coming through my grayscale hell & honey,
but these Capra-colored lenses have me tasting 20/20
Your hands on my guitar nimbly danced on my black heart;
as I process this procession, I’ll try to play my part
You’re speaking my language to me
“This isn’t normal, is it?” “No,” you said, “it’s really not”,
and we intertwined our digits, investigating what we’ve got
You spun The Order of Time, and the stars got re-aligned;
it was a breathless intercession, a high tide for a tired mind
Is anything really so strange?
When all we touch we name
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5. |
No Icon
03:37
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All of your heroes are assholes now
They’re deadbeats and sellouts anyhow
Let go the tether, stake your claim
Go brave the weather and make your name
Is it so hard to do no harm?
Is it so hard?
I don’t know
Today’s flames and darlings and deathless stars
outed tomorrow for their fouls in the dark
It’s just paper crowns on golden calves
We don’t deign to take a dirty hand
No one needs and icon to justly be
Level-headed hearts and hands kept clean
It’s no time for icons
No time now
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6. |
Pardoners
04:14
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A warm day in May of ‘99
my mother bought me my first suit
at a discount store
They sat me next to a friend of mine
We laughed upon the poplar pew
‘til our guts were sore
or until I caught my mother’s eye
It was fixed upon the pinewood casket
her dad, the baneful drunk
No one could figure why
but she forgave him when he asked it
He died with daughter’s love
There’s no rest for the wicked or the regulars
The best gift that he was given was a pardoner
We drink to forgiveness and dream of forgetting
and sipping, I the witness find humors in bloodletting
A warm day in May, 2013
my wife, she bought me a new shirt
at a smart boutique
The priest spoke just like an auctioneer
as granddad’s ashes hung above the dirt
The wind wore all his sheets
It’s just another Bacchanalian wake, a parade
pedestrian sons in tow
The bastard left again
I didn’t know what my old man would say
when he eulogized that late lush, oh
but he absolved the man
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7. |
Sympathetic Vibration
03:31
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Every family has its secrets,
little myths inherited
We’re tangled messes on a grapevine,
huddled close to keep ‘em in
You are the spit
You are the image
Blood pulses
in sympathetic vibration
Were you burdened by a bloodline?
Are your conclusions all foregone?
Are you mired in expectation?
And will you sing a different song?
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8. |
(Boys) Must Not Be
03:22
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I was reared to wield a rifle
at first loaded with caps
Hands fated to cradle power,
head fit for a cowboy hat
Her mother made her trade blue jeans
for a pretty little dress of pink
Tommy’s little tomboy can’t believe
what she’s being brought to think
The boys cannot be boys
The boys must not be boys
Now, I have watched a million movies
I’ve read a bunch of books
based on blancos just like me
who ruled the worlds they took
Born to another universe,
her options are dame or damsel
They say I earn what I deserve
and boys deprived are Roman candles
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9. |
Scared So
01:33
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10. |
Salty Tongue
03:49
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We walk around
in tandem parallel universes
Love in fear, feeling batshit
Salty tongue, satisfaction
I am your companion
and you will never be certain
if I’m coming back
Oh please, please
sleep next to me
so I can feel your heat
Sweet grief,
just lie here in peace
Your racing blood beats me
I’m sound and sight—music and beauty
You’re smell and taste—piss and red meat
So speak your mind, I will listen
but won’t understand unless it’s written
You are my companion
and I will never be certain
if your love is real
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11. |
Cedar, Cerulean
05:55
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Try and think of two words
The first word is for each inhalation,
the second is for every exhalation
Something you might say:
“cedar and cerulean”
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