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well intentioned act
02:34
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impressions and confessions of a narcissistic mind
all across the board in every way i feel confined
i find it hard to be alone and thinking is a pain
my mind is so mysterious my mind is so contained
emotion and devotion are two things that are too hard
i find it hard to finish things it’s so easy to start
i can’t believe i’m curtailed in this land of broken dreams
nothing’s as i think it is, nothing’s as it seems
like a well intentioned act that turned out badly in the end
your love for me has withered in a way you can’t amend
my melody can’t reach someone so far in vanity
i only want to let you know what you once meant to me
what you once meant to me the words are floating on the breeze
their poison echoes softly and it withers all the trees
thirty seven minutes from my home out in woods
you lie in bed you’re never any good
you’re never any good, not for me or anyone
for once will you admit that you’re not having any fun
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2. |
gripped that coin
00:53
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and so i gripped that coin:
although the dollar bills,
what i might use to get high
or leave this town
for ages i’ve dreamed of sustaining plants
ages i’ve dreamed that i make my own sky,
daytime and night. but how to dream and
not cry when you fall trying to walk?
or, nazi subway speeches
written on the doors and ads
as if he’s sure that if everyone on earth died
except for him
he’d be better for it
and if i catch him no shouts or roars
are gonna save him. three more months,
forgot my fears, east and west and i got
a brain transplant, he’s nice but he always
hogs the train, stalks his friend lee, and
when kath’s in town, he’s vain.
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3. |
mighty hand
03:00
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with a mighty hand
we suppose we understand
we suppose that warnings of one man
can be correct
this thinking is infecting me
I see towers built that rival evergreens
I see our steeples filled with wall street drones
buildings make em hard
money makes em moan
where has the world's money gone
this greed is too intense
and who’s got all these empty rooms?
cus i can’t pay my rent
war
has shot us in a hole
and shut us in a tank
and crushed us in its fist
violence and decay
in the form of a man
who has seen his children die
deep in the abyss
and us, the US,
we are a land of empty mill towns,
made by slaves
and then shut down
the spirit of this land
has been spooned out
from the redwood forests
to the new twin tower
you know franklin–
he’s the one on all the bills
if anyone can cover you,
you know he will
cover up your love
of fuckin up our lives
see us on the street,
don’t look us in the eye
where is all the sympathy?
this greed is too intense:
your empty rooms are on a street
where people live in tents
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4. |
peninsula
05:00
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i am a peninsula
and you are the other,
reclining far out into the ocean,
head rests on arm
tiny trees dot body
there are plenty of ways to sail
that don't involve drowning:
rafts and shanties, shindigs and quaint little
poor-people words that rich people imagine
themselves as
shack
knapsack
tack
smack
rack
i am a mime
and now you are my box;
out of sight
but i pretend i can't escape
and your mouth curls down
when i plan to be
houdini for a month
when i come back
will the world's plates have shifted?
maybe my home will be swallowed by a hungry mother
earth and only a gaping hole with magma and a few pieces of tchotchke
will remain.
if you feel overwhelmed,
as a child crying on a carousel,
embrace your golden pole and
smile at the shapes and colors.
if i am not what you thought–
a forger able to work iron out of lives,
a forager able to imagine angels
and wreath everything in rainbows,
a studied architect of quick smiles
and things like "i bet that's fun"–
then make a tectonic break,
let the island of your body slide offshore
and breast-stroke out into an open sea.
but if–
although you will fall asleep while i lie entranced by music,
and i'm just an idiot in a gangly body who has learned rhetoric–
you should decide that the water between us is warm,
and you're not too hot already,
and the season has been good to your vegetation:
swim over to me
and lay your head on my shoulder
and trust that i will push you away if i want to
and pull you close when you're warm and i am cold and things are good.
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5. |
get the check
01:52
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get the check, i’m leaving
back into this circular world–
seems like i walk
miles a day and end up
following my own footprints.
i cried for hours and dialed
your number which i have
engrained in my jaw
i’m sorry he’s gone
let go of my arm, i’ve tried but
i can’t carry you.
mercy, mercy, not me–
that was when i had heard the news
what we believed,
every one
until you pulled that i’m all alone shit.
you lied your momma’s a drinker–
she’s straight as an arrow,
off the thing on her own
it’s my mistake;
i’m just gonna wait
until you bring me home
for a bit.
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6. |
intersection
02:58
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I meet myself
at an intersection
the fog is thick beyond each street
and the world seems
blank;
while the urge to joke
seems so escapeless, still,
I gaze with utter fascination
at myself,
wondering
what it is
that some see in me,
what it is
that some do not,
taking steps around-
inspecting,
from each angle,
to be sure
of what it is I'm seeing,
that it isn't just
illusion, or a trick
the light is playing,
that I'm there and yes,
my hair does look a mess,
perhaps on purpose,
and I don't look nervous,
despite the slight yet sharp emotion
stuck into my thumb,
a bit of soul that splintered when I rubbed
a bit too harsh across my counterpart.
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7. |
the depression
02:46
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depressed
my mind
my mind
goes down
in flames
gems embedded in this hill
cropped black grass
the trees
hanging so
every
drop of dew is an uncut gem
i fling myself around
like a sky above is flying free
thirty seven minutes later
i am finally feeling
good
good love
fun love
good love
fun love
good love fun love
good lovefunlove
goodlovefunlove
goodlovefunloveand
good
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8. |
dreamer/screamer
03:10
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i'm a dreamer
i'm a screamer
i'm a true non-believer,
i howl at the world
when i'm haggard and fevered,
i take what is offered
and i pull every lever
till i settle down and i'm done,
i'm a painter of sorrows
i'm a five-o-clock drinker,
can't wait for tomorrow,
i'm an off-the-wall thinker,
and i don't have a clue
to what game i am into,
but i'm gonna play till i've won
i used to be able
to think through a fable
but now i find laurels
and mistake the morals
for things i'm supposed to have done.
O,
O,
why's it so hard to live?
it's getting unbearable
storms so unfareable
i know you don't care,
but i'd still like to know
how much more i'm expected to give.
i'm an island that's sinking
with a lighthouse that's blinking
an sos to anyone,
i'm a criminal mind
who has lost his design
and forgets why he's still on the run;
as soon as i wake
i have thoughts i can't shake
they break me apart
until my body aches
and they haunt me at night
and they keep me awake
till the first little light from the sun.
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9. |
paintings
02:54
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paintings of some kind of landscape in summer
lining the walls and the halls of your apartment
you put in a tape, solo album, joe strummer
mermaids and oceans float by in the dark
when you slept dreams from my fever they would take wrong turns
if you put down paintings it might settle my brain
if you think it doesn’t mean shit it’s that you lied so often
solo drinker so low down why don’t you do your thing
screw your wings
and i’ll play my guitar
i’m gonna play
just
one
song
through and through
why don’t you
too
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12. |
each moment
01:37
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each moment i take i thought
stop tryina waste your day:
taking time’s fine, still i gotta create
and they talk and invite,
i keep going on dates
till the first little spark,
then i’m done.
dah dah
why’s it so hard for these people to give a fuck
it’s like they’re getting to be parodies
born so unfair and i know they don’t care at all
still, i have hope cos i’m sure we’re all better than this
(mother,
buy me a bar for christmas?
ready the cannibals
hordes of mad animals
growing aware of an illness
they know goes much deeper
than i want to fix.)
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13. |
little bird
03:45
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ARE YOU A LITTLE BIRD
and do you like to sing?
do you like sitting on fences,
telephone wires, and other things?
bird seeking little bird
for a nest that’s undisturbed
looking for september
or whenever you prefer
i’m singing my song again
i’m looking for a little bird
i’m flying south and all these sounds come out my mouth again:
i’m looking for a new apartment
i’m saving up for the rent
i’m going out after dark to scour bars for a little wren
little worms
come out when it rains
to drown themselves on the pavement
little birds
peck out their brains
that’s the way it worked back home,
i’ve never stopped to ask what it meant
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The basics of my brain
Hurt too much to explain
The sunshine or the snow
It hits me just like rain
And the weight in my mind
Knocks me off the straight line
And recovery takes time it takes time
I gotta be sublime
With a tonic gin with lime
I forgot about the benefits
I’m caught up in the crime
I racked every dime
but I went down a one way lane
I’m going the wrong way
My mind can’t be explained
And I could still be sane
Through rhythm and through rhyme
I’m trying to explain it takes time
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i need a patron saint
can’t believe that winter’s gone
been so long since i been warm,
and spring is here again
the streets are filled with people
don’t know what they want
they wander round and round and round
and speak like doubled down detentes
and if you breathe then i will breathe with you
and if you leave then i will leave with you
we’ll pass by main street and we’ll keep on going
till we reach some kind of destination
your standard moonlight job
stuck in a hardware store
too hard to stand around
too soft to ask for more
trapped in this gentle flesh
stuck in a world apart
out of orbit– floating free
past the moon and sun and stars
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20. |
blast off (ambient mix)
04:44
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Blast off in a little red car
Boston by way of new york
New town is a pretty little city
With a smoke shop owner who gave me a cigar
Boot straps and a molecular man
Flies by at the speed of the earth
Young woman insists she wants to drive
And I'll let her, I'll let her
Write me a song in a classical form
And a dance break and an adulterer's letter
Buy me a phony magazine
And put me on the cover
Master waits in his pretty red car
Sparkling in a noon day wash
Broken sticks line the stippled road
And the tree canopies that the sun crackles through
Space ship to the northeast cities
Radio interviews
Peace and love to political minds
German engineering, too
Best to stay home and do your taxes
With your horn-rimmed glasses on
While we scale to the highest peaks
Of buildings we can have parties on
Mass shootings in massachusetts
I shot this girl so many times
I found my gun and I won't lose it
I found her body, and found my mind
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21. |
more dreams
01:55
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more dreams:
dreary wasteland
and sands that pass by
in small eyes that tell time
through the door in the eye
and your ares sure are doors
and your store is a house
and your house is a floor
(just a joke,
just a mouse)
but it's true, this invasion
is stinted and fun
but a ring round the rosy
a ladder's small rung
to be hung up and dried
to be dried up and done
to be found
to be lost
to be turned,
to be spun
and all cross the wasteland
and the snow and the bluff
is the smallest and largest
and nicest
of stuff
so down we both travel
and travel we sound
and we end up in boxes
in holes
in the ground
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22. |
yesterday
00:36
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yesterday, yes it rained
tomorrow it may rain too:
how can i care when i’m lighter than air,
and i’ve got a smile that is true?
sometimes, the sun doesn’t shine:
recently, that’s how it’s been
i can’t care at all, the world is a ball,
and a smile is my key to get in
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it’s a hopeless game
for me to walk down lover’s lane
all of them running free
hourglasses are all that i see
in the windows and in the old park
the figures i see are all graceful and dark
they kiss and they laugh and run off in temptation
like statues who suddenly found animation
and i am left staring at curtains and benches
lonely except for ambitious intentions
i am left walking away from that street
to go back to the dreams and the nightmares of sleep
just to wake up in the morning
and see all the faces
gazing adoring–
i’d like to be one of those two
but my heart’s an hourglass
and it’s been spent
on you.
it was a hopeless lie:
you killed me a thousand times
i loved you and hoped it would last
but my love is an hourglass.
please flip me over so i can be free
to lie with the lovers on that pretty street
where gazes and praises can heal old decisions
i’ll feel like a statue who’s suddenly human
trees all around me, someone will have found me
and without a sound in their eyes they’ll have bound me
and all in a moment they’ll lead me away
to the dreams and the nightmares of being awake.
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24. |
harp
01:21
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25. |
magic lights
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if u no me
this is so me
i'm a comet and i'm not ur one and only
i'm so lonely
that i'm holy
cause u can't tell between a black hole and me
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27. |
goodlove
02:55
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impress me
i don’t mind
try too hard
i don’t mind:
try hard
blink flames
burn the year
till it rains:
burn the year,
blink flames
emotion
beat up car
find my phone
go easy:
go far
mo sings
across the beach
things we dream
yawning waves
explode into a billion pieces:
waves, won’t you wash away
this bad love way i’m on?
well, that bad love way
i’ll fling you around
is what the breeze
echoes
good love is an alphabet
good love is complete
fun love
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28. |
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simon m brown Brooklyn, New York
coming home last night i
stumbled over a piece of curb
that needed
braces:
braced against the wind
in the place that uses light as spackle
against the stars
i never expected to see you this weekend
but i want you to know:
i remained loyal as a lioness
i remained loyal as a pyramid
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