1. |
Lost Decade
06:54
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Lost Decade:
Liminal soul, on the palisades,
Who’ll pull apart your faults now?
In the lost decade,
A place resistant to your worth,
Paint on a smile, drink your lemonade,
Engineer fleeting distraction,
In your iron cage,
A middle-distance runner’s blood,
Everything, everywhere, all of the time,
It’s all over now,
It’s all over now,
It’s all over now,
Rip the core out,
And in a dream I hijack a plane,
Crashing into Reactor 4,
In what’s now Ukraine,
Dnipro river ran with blood,
Metallic taste, the air radiates,
For me, for you, one October,
In the lost decade,
Getting our feet stuck in the muck,
Everything, everywhere, all of the time,
It’s all over now,
It’s all over now,
It’s all over now,
Melt the core down.
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2. |
Pink Noise
03:53
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Pink Noise:
Tell me how to break the sequence,
Of cultivation for a life lived on the fence,
Where I do break through the ceiling,
Familiar fall reopen sutured confidence,
While you hesitate,
The world around you sinks,
Taking photographs,
And plaster casts of everything,
Slow bend me through the prism,
Remake me in refracted light,
Show me how to do it,
Show me how to do it right,
Headlights scream into the distance,
Illuminating future scenes,
No definition to the picture,
Wipe my imagination clean,
The walls reverberate,
Corrupting what you think,
And when the ink is dry,
It polarizes everything,
Slow bend me through the prism,
Wake me up, I’m paralyzed,
Show me how to do it,
Show me how to do it right,
Concentrate,
Concentrate,
Concentrate,
Concentrate...
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3. |
Asleep at the Wheel
05:38
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Asleep at the Wheel:
I record and you don't,
Believe in black market love,
Breathe out the lines you're unsure of,
Flown to a distant forum,
Introduced to drugs,
The kind of language you'd use to talk to babies,
Discreet in virgin white,
And no friend of mine,
Renege on the deal,
Asleep at the wheel,
Derailed by pregnant silence,
A chasm opens wide,
Keep it between the ditches,
Not for long,
I ride shotgun tonight,
To the metronome,
Of motorway lights,
A stereo high,
Aware and sure of,
To the vinyl coast,
I painted pictures of,
The kind of language you'd use to talk to babies,
Discreet in virgin white,
And no friend of mine,
Past actions revealed,
Asleep at the wheel,
Returning to the console,
To turn the key and drive,
And keep it between the ditches,
For how long?
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4. |
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A Momentary Lapse of Concentration
I should set the record straight,
Now that feelings have tempered,
In obvious ways,
When the intervening people separate,
Hold on tight to the handle,
Eviscerate,
It’s time to give something away,
Eyes hard like diamonds,
When you fly into a rage,
Disappearing hope as a blade,
Where your fingers tighten,
Where the audience waits,
We know it’s dumb but remain,
Two speakers ringing out of phase,
An upright piano sustains,
So long,
Driving in his cabriolet,
Does the time pass faster?
Does the hope cascade?
Throw your keys into the lake,
Wouldn’t matter now,
All the locks have been changed,
Projector on when you say,
‘Half never hurt anyone,’
Tapping into the ashtray,
‘You’re wrong,’
Drive me away from the horseplay,
Take me where the future goes,
This chronicle of misadventure,
Is closed.
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5. |
Funsucker//Funsucker +
11:02
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Funsucker
Alchemical show,
Point out the view,
Tranquilized,
We’re addicted to the fumes,
Outside the borderline,
Melt yourself down,
Shiver and shake til noon,
In a time more elaborate,
In the old regime,
I was behind the parapet,
Numbers on a screen,
Inside where bones are dry,
A cryptic fusion blooms,
So sad, day 2,
Turn on to shield,
To obscure the view,
To get broken,
Re-entry lines,
Be in no doubt,
Someone pierced the skin,
And sucked the fun out,
Divide and multiply,
Melt yourself down,
Shiver and shake,
‘til noon,
Any time you remember it,
Any time you please,
I’ll be behind the parapet,
I’ll be on my knees,
Inside the war,
We can the laughter and survive,
An abstract code,
Hidden in plain sight,
Turn on to shield,
To obscure the view,
Wide open.
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6. |
Veteran
04:09
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Veteran:
We fray, unwind,
Highlights in syndication,
Significance you find,
Escape, sometimes,
Impulsive platitudes,
Your weird attitudes describe,
To be estranged for abstract reasons,
Lost luminescence turned to black,
Facedown in sincere admiration,
I bow to the crafty veteran,
Escape, sometimes,
Breaking your neck to replace it,
At some other time,
Escape, it’s fine.
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7. |
Funeral Blues
08:29
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Funeral Blues:
Try to forget,
But in the bedroom,
Synapses fire,
Smoking alone,
See flowers taped around the pole,
One final flight,
To turn the lights out,
And numb the pain by breaking your bones,
You saw solutions and you froze,
We settle down,
Heartbeats boom in stereo,
Expound the lies,
From some pulpit, just for show,
The ready-made science of your immortal soul,
I tune it out,
I tune it out,
Four paragraphs in the poem,
Internalize what you know,
Next year the cross is a stone,
A stone,
And sang until all voices give out,
‘N17’ and ‘Say it Ain’t So,’
Thought of the flowers 'round the pole,
Went to the grave,
Leaving the plectrum,
A hillside breathes,
A lonely poem,
Stood for a time,
Then left for home,
Reset the bone,
No comfort from the stereo,
Standing beneath a 3rd floor balcony window,
Swelling eyes,
I kneel down to touch the stone,
I tune it out,
I tune it out,
Buried in the sea, but buried.
Highlands propped by excess luma.
Small wells.
Milestones marked to form an orderly passage.
Culture knit with accord of resurrection.
Postures of strength.
Grip on the strap with a pyramid stare.
Vexed with lack of diffusion.
Grief not plasticky, not smooth.
Stark return to the mission.
Steps set, halo imposed.
No wrongs written.
You were poor and unhappy.
You dug our way out.
Buried with the soil, and buried.
Four paragraphs in the poem,
Internalize what you know,
Next year the cross is a stone,
A stone.
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