1. |
Black Eyes
03:13
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the talk is simple and the talk is cheap
communication through a two-inch screen
preoccupied while you're talking to me
oblivious in the vicinity
it's accumulatively less pleasant
the shit that's talked and the shit's acceptance
you preach about your philanthropic itch
it gets me down down in a dark pit with these
black eyes
(is it the end in sight?)
black eyes
(is this the end insight?)
like jealous visions things get in your head
you sense a threat then you daydream of killing it
some may tell you that it's simian will
to pick up sticks, beat their brains in with bricks
I got black eyes
(is it the end in sight?)
black eyes
(is this the end insight?)
ghost schools of hammer-heads
half blindly zero in
on a wounded image
and bloody the mirror with these
black eyes
(is it the end in sight?)
(is this the end insight?)
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2. |
Stained
04:58
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I was a murder and I was a mirror
with a deaths'-head for everyone
and so everything I had I made gone
sailed off into the dark alone
you picked up my head like a trinket from the sand
drained the brine and listened to my fevered mumblings
we stumbled down a road
through mud puddles to a home
sunk our lust for others
some demons we half-drowned
holding each others' eyes
and never looking down 'til now
to see we are stained, love
we are stained, love
walked in peace through the trees so long
lost ears for the beauty in a sad song
and never sick from wondering
if I'd ever find another bed
one not so stained, love
we are stained, love
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3. |
Our Attachments
04:03
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the tale that's moaned by broken boxers
embracing to catch breath in the ring
it's what is sick these cheap instincts
this tongue and stick
our attachments
accumulate dirt
it's the dirt that buries you
it is the scheme incubating
it is the fear we're mothering
it is the venom we suck in
the graves we dig that we fall in
it's the dirt that buries you
feed me
I'm empty
toothless
sweetness
sickness
frosting flower
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4. |
Special Delivery
02:14
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minutemen snake the land
beverage holster for the can
of lone star shit beer on an ATV - night vision gear
tranquilize them with Zamfir
foreign films and dolphin tears
hooked up in a hippie pad
with mushroom caps, a couple tabs of...
special delivery
body heat on the screen
ghostly in fluorescent green
crazy eyes can't be seen
guardian of an RV
nuclear family
cross-hairs transposed on the dream
of watch-towers and borders bleeding
...they're divi'ing up Freddie's bread
killing a man ain't a god send
thank your god that Freddie's dead
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5. |
Karats
03:42
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never home
we seek someone
to become
hunting ground
through thick clouds
to find out
with our necks in the yoke we pull the cart
to the mirage in the sand; our freedom
the oasis ahead is glittering
so we down our heads, aim for the spring
chasing a scintillation
praying you'll find some love
do you know where you're going?
as you race to catch up?
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6. |
Prism
05:37
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I walk these streets with a heavy head
though I got legs to walk on and oil and bread
and at the end there's a tree with its leaves shining
still, this empty bed gets me
I'm twisting up sheets
eyes are shut
the books been read
faceless fears are awaiting
to be revealed and to befriend
to be seen through this dark prism
I walk these streets with dragging feet
each step I take the deeper I dig
and at the end, at the end there's no sun shining
deep in this trench I'm indulging
the door's not kicked in not just yet
I can't see what is behind it
this golden key is bending
in the lock of loneliness
it brings us closer to It
this dark prism
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7. |
We Find Beauty
02:29
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in the middle of a mouthful
and you've got no one
or permanent address
and your home is your habits
it's what keeps your feet tapping
he got put up in a corner-store apartment
with bullet holes in the bathtub
blackberries in the orchard
sleeps out in a boat in the yard
when you're born without a chorus
it's just you and the radio friend
raise your antennae up high
soon enough you'll be singing along
and you can sing out your sorrow
your song's coming on
it's coming on
make it up as you go
with words fitting perfect along with it...
we live in the ruins of industry
in brick and rust we find beauty
and though the machines howl through our dreams
we'll make our peace upon awakening
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8. |
Good Company
04:57
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I'm having a hard time not jumping in your mouth
when you talk to me
when you choke up my eye just wants to kiss yours wetly
come across rude; you don't talk to much
(you're a treasure)
and sitting in your room doing all this nothing at all
well the pleasure is mine
the ones alone yet not lonely;
good company
but I'd be lying if I said I was alright with it
don't want to be your confidante (nor consideration)
just wishing you would lay hands on me sometime
don't you need someone to keep warm with at night?
fish get fed on drama queens
let's not drag each other down (drowning together)
it's not as romantic as it sounds
but if you want to hang out for awhile
I'll drop everything else
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9. |
Junkshine
05:17
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something's being said
is it the same thing over and over again?
our words masquerade
squeeze the mean from what we say
fire escapes and waterslides
dotted lines and cruel asides
beneath our innuendo and subtle violence
is a frightened child doe-eyed and silent
you've arrived
let's bee-hive
when we're kind
it makes this junk shine
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