1. |
Welcome Here
00:26
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You are welcome here (you are welcome here)
You are welcome here (you are welcome here)
You
You
You are welcome here
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2. |
Eye in the Sky
04:51
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You look pretty tired to me
You saw her standing there in a tree
She had eyes in her hand, she could see through your fingers
You can't understand, pretty soon you can't see her
You look pretty tired to me
You look pretty tired to me
You saw him in a vision, distinct from a dream
He had eyes in the sky, he can see what you're doing
A bird's eye view, all your actions construing
You look pretty tired to me
You look pretty tired to me
You look pretty tired to me
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3. |
Ulyanov Stealth Mode
04:23
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I was hunkered in a low hut
Where the electric lights can’t reach yet
Writing about the railroads, as is my task
The Duma had betrayed us
I knew it from the beginning
My fellows paid attention like a tax
You’d been quartering with farmers
Sleeping on their stove beds
But I’d shaved my moustache and donned a cap
There weren’t any clear pictures
In the journals and the gazettes
I’ll be born from coalition’s collapse
I’ll never get past
The early evening when you sat
In spitting distance of a famous catch
I cannot forget how I helped you catch your breath
So you’d miss the bounty on my head
I was smeared in a cloying grime
Choking out the answers
I’d memorized about the cover crop
You, the rearguard of the gentry,
Being played to the point of pity
For your sake the clock winds to a stop
My heart in my throat, hiding the new weapon I wrote
You and I are the mirrored sides of hope
My skin outlasts its soul
Outlasts the people that I know
You and I are the mirrored sides of stone
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4. |
Skeleton Song
01:32
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ed and blue
Under flesh, over bone
Has my skin always been this loose?
An ever-changing home
But still, something remains
Approximately
Pieces dense and rigid, at least...
...that's how it's supposed to be
A little frame inside of me
In a cage
Soft and squishy
Always beating
Always near me
But still, something contains
Vitality
With pieces dense and rigid, at least...
...that's how it's supposed to be
A little frame inside of me
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Traveling north, traveling north to find you
Train wheels beating, the wind in my eyes
Don't even know what I'll say when I find you
Call out your name, love, don't be surprised
It's so many miles and so long since I've met you
Don't even know what I'll find when I get to you
But suddenly now I know where I belong
It's many hundred miles and it won't be long
It won't be long
It won't be long
It won't be long
Nothing at all in my head to say to you
Only the beat of the train I'm on
Nothing I've learned all my life on the way to you
One day our love, it's over and gone
It's so many miles and so long since I've met you
Don't even know what I'll find when I get to you
But suddenly now I know where I belong
It's many hundred miles and it won't be long
It won't be long
It won't be long
It won't be long
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6. |
Down My Desires
10:22
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Head First
Into the pavement
He came down at my feet
Beak high
Neck Twisted
Are you trying to say something to me?
'Cause you sent me a sign this morning
You sent me a sign last night
It's a message in the teacups
Or a bird ending its flight
You sent me a sign
And it's all mine
You sent me a sign
I'm sure this time
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8. |
Human-Killer
03:09
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The bottoms of my feet tickle (prickle) with the weight of the wind
Expansion over entropy, I hear you scratch your skin
Sentry installation day creeps up with baited breath
Let me loose from standby, let me make a mess
This scene makes piss-poor sense
I don’t even think the eyes can say that
Unless it’s in a language I never learned
Towers crumble quickly when transferred to a kind hand
May the corn syrup cease its churn
The top of your face wrinkles
Making smell look like time
I don’t eat pickled fruits, a shortcoming of mine
Your bravery is shedding like two scales falling off
I would make them into glasses, but I wouldn’t see enough
What can you tell me of acting with deft and certain movements?
I stand to gain a lot by shutting up
We are sensitive to patterns, is that where meaning comes from?
Is value just survival run amok?
Origin isn’t essence, what came to be is not what is.
I am swayed by feeble sentiment, you know this, you know this
And I think it’s for the best that we can’t hold it all in our heads
I think our blinders, in this case, make us blessed
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10. |
Juvenile, Desperate
02:11
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Red carton cigarettes
Cinnamon whiskey
Cinnamon mouthwash
And Cinnamon candies
The pain is real
Moment to moment
But I guess that's part of the deal
Can we postpone it?
Juvenile, desperate
Try to smile through the rest of it
Hoping for the best of it
Juvenile and desperate
But the pain is still real
If you're sick, can you test for it?
Refusing to kneel
Juvenile and desperate
Juvenile and desperate
Try and smile through the rest of it
Searching for the best of it
Juvenile and desperate
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11. |
Wensleydale!!
02:05
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I thought I saw the water move
Brackish as dusk, mineral smooth
You waded in laughing up at me
Violins slithering, the ecstasy of agony
And it’s cold I’ll bet
It means little, I suspect
And I cannot help but join you
Gurgle-current call
You’re a flux after all
And I fast for the context to enjoy you
I thought I saw a ripple whisper-faint
But you were not inclined to wait
We held hands, our bellies submerged
Just you and me and the big big fish who had given her word
And she’s here I’ll bet
I haven’t seen anything yet
But judging by my fear we’re in her presence
The closest I’ve ever come in this life
To understanding--
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12. |
Space-Conqueror
02:04
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13. |
Like Caravaggio
10:02
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Don't take a picture of me on this bed
To share with your friends on the web
Make me something beautiful instead
Drape the sheets around me, like Saint Jerome
With your help I can write one more poem
Make the lights like Caravaggio
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