1. |
Hardwood
02:27
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Set: warm fire, shot of whiskey.
Enter daughter, stepping briskly.
Father asks why she’s not sleeping.
Daughter stammers, eyes still bleeding:
“I know now just why she left you.
You think only God can judge you;
but I’m here and I’m still breathing ––
You’re a coward, a drunk, beyond believing.”
Six pretty little circles carved in metal, cold and dark, butthere’s
One empty, empty hole still smoking, pointing to herho__opeless
Beady little eyes with all the claw-marks and the bloodstill dripping
Deeper in the grooves of hardwood floor.
Curtains close on act one’s ending.
Father grows pale, plot ascending.
Rising themes of feigned contrition,
His heartbeat slows to intermission.
[lets all go to the lobby to get ourselves a treat]
Six pretty little circles carved in metal, cold and dark butthere’s
One empty, empty holes still smoking, pointing to hisho__opeless
Pockets full of lies with all the tan-lines and the cumstill dripping
Deeper in the grooves of hardwood floooor....
FloOOOOooor...
FLLOOOORRrrr.....
fffffllllllllllLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH-OOOOOOOOOOORRRRRR
[FFFFLLLLLLAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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2. |
Italian Boy
03:29
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Deuteronomy 22:5
Leviticus 22:18
June 28, 1969
October 12, 1998
They're always trying to eat you alive
They're always trying to eat you, Honey
June 28, 1969
October 12, 1998
Tall woman, unafraid, surviving
Tall woman:
Is this your breath on glass?
Your loaded past?
Your slow release?
I've watched you from afar
you bitter star,
you space between
I feel the guilt within
my stable skin,
my mirrored relief.
No need for band-aids
on the dark days
when your colors bleed.
No origin.
(Noise in your head)
No finish line.
No definition.
(Shadows on the wall)
Sacrifice for blue skies.
Sacrifice for fruit flies.
Wash away your gender.
Give up, start a new life.
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3. |
Strangers in the Night
04:57
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We wait,
desperately in wanting
You,
bleeding into
me
We the wanting,
we the wanting, needing...
Masturbate the senses
tongue-tied intervention
melting like wax
cold catalyst
slow heart attack
Numb to assumptions now,
we'll gather in some August afternoon depression
and let our former selves
hash things out:
Nostalgic suicide for you,
and I'll let the medication fuck around.
Try to take pictures while the Sun's still out.
Nostalgic suicide for you.
Loose ends to sentences
that once held us
to one another.
We're free in failure,
reborn in rot
The grandkids learning
to speak Frank Sinatra,
The kids becoming doctors
on the side.
...We wait,
bleeding out,
wait in want,
wait in want.
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4. |
Trigger
03:24
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You dont really wanna go home
Understand
Those days stuck on repeat
Break yourself mentally
Taking cover in The City
Burning down
The stories you can't tell
By gnawing off the bone that feeds
Why don't you deserve a second chance?
The stories on Market Street should tell you why
And you said
And you said
"I'll be back around the third or fourth"
Index on
The trigger
Dead the second you walked out the door
Grains of sand are in your retinas
Look at me
Pistols or magazines
Power and dopamine
Taking cover in The City
Burning down
People you'd never meet
Scar yourself physically
Try to justify your fucked. up. life.
Just run away using what. was. mine.
And you said
And you said
"I'll be back around the third or fourth"
Index on
The trigger
Dead the second you walked out the door
"Everybody down!"
Surprise attack
20 years ago
Or 20 years from now
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5. |
4PM Forever
03:25
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Tiny baby
we found you
sleeping or dying alone
in a shopping cart,
lost in the heart of American flesh.
We were scared
that you might scream
with violent life,
or that your simmering skin
might slowly begin to
yellow in time.
Daisy in pavement, you'll
yellow in time.
Asphalt abstraction, you'll
yellow in time.
Cold faceless soldier, you'll
yellow in time.
Brave little number you will
Grow up in a parking lot
where it's always summer,
And you'll ask plastic bags
to be your mothers.
And all the oil streams
you find in puddles
will pose themselves to be
potential lovers.
Fuck under parked cars-
Dark wet heat.
God of the dumpster-
Starve in peace.
Tiny baby
we found you
sleeping or dying alone
in a shopping cart,
lost in the heart of American flesh.
We were scared
that you might scream
with violent life,
or that your simmering skin
would slowly begin to
yellow in time.
Daisy in pavement, you'll
yellow in time.
Asphalt abstraction, you'll
yellow in time.
Cold faceless soldier, you'll
yellow in time.
Brave little number, you.
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6. |
Moonsong
04:50
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Feel anxious;
Force patience:
Four letter
Doorframe.
I woke up
Breathless
On all fours
With soft rain.
Feeling anxious;
Forcing patience:
Four letter
Doorframe.
I woke up
Breathless
On all fours
In soft rain.
This ape looks rather human, don't you think?
And this Christ is born again above an early morning sink
And we find ourselves still circling a reason
And our sons will die in little ways to forgive us
And this mirrored image tends to realize and then recede
And we find ourselves still circling a reason.
I'll love you when the leader gives the order.
Quería pasar mi vida contigo.
I'll love you when the panic settles in.
Quería pasar mi vida contigo.
I closed my eyes
only to find
a pale face
staring into mine
asking me to stay
and anticipate
the miracle
of sunrise
...wait, and waste
away...
I'll love you when we writhe and melt in daylight.
Quería pasar mi vida contigo.
I'll love you when we sleep in radiation.
Quería pasar mi vida contigo.
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