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dead air
midnight
shirt off
brake lights blur
softly
bending
eyes shut
don’t say a word
dead heat
sunrise
trapped in sheets
no surprise
train cars
running late
dead hair, car keys
frostbite, apologies
we’ll have it all
no pride and no fall
just late summer
drags on in humid waves
your teeth, my chest
razor sharp shadows take till they pull you under
and it’s the kind of same sky where you can hear it
head in arms of forest spirit
green-eyed, hacking, syrup fills your mouth
it’s all that you ever have known
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that feeling’s magic, keep it out of your head, any cost at all
before the fall
splayed out in syllables that cut direct down through it till you’re wrong
tea too strong
and in my lung i heard it crash
and then a ten-ton jet plane’s splash
broken legs still sprawl out on the lake
and on the train back home it fell apart
soft like an eyelash on your face
don’t you forget it, two-step, snap your fingers and it goes to hell
under no spell
this cold is killing him but you’re a bit too warm out in the snow
blood won’t flow
and in my lung i felt it crash
and then a ten-ton jet plane’s splash
broken arms still hold you on the lake
and on the train back home i fell apart
just so you’d see another day
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Azaleas
03:08
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madder-red and bleary-eyed, i drag myself across the forest floor
bleeding out, don’t need to hide
i’ve been choking on grass and i’m coming back for more
so open your eyes, can’t you see
that this is who you are to me
and nothing is right, it can’t be
for it to be like that
it’s like that after all
azaleas and silver rings i’ll scatter in my wake as i walk out
you’ll wait for me with folded wings
i break them and your blood fills up my mouth
you open your eyes and still don’t see
the nothing that you are to me
and if this was right it wouldn’t be
but it isn’t like that — you’d like that after all
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Yerach ben yomo
03:08
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want so much the burn consumes you
in your skin it walks around, you’re
glassyeyed
like yes, no, hi
please no cloudy nights i want the
stars to stay forever can we
leave here soon
no day-old moon
you get off, now get it off me
pick me to the bone and see how
nothing’s changed
held still, still pain
dripping from my collar, stains that
don’t wash out with water
purify me now
you don’t wash out
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“apples will sour at your sight,
branches fail the bough”
water and cold rice, left, right!
secrets left on the doormat
and they were all wounded
coming through the underbrush, i guess
and they were all singing
polishing their swords
strange new worlds bring with them strange new tongues
strange new hearts hooked up to strange new lungs, give her up, give her up
cause i can’t give it up anymore
give her up, give her up
give her up to the wind and the storm alone
watch as they come from the four
corners of the earth
pity my father on the shore
his whole life, buried at swordpoint
and they were all wounded
making camp where other ones were dead
and they were all singing
eating out their hearts
and strange new worlds bring with them strange new tongues
strange new hearts hooked up to strange new lungs, give me up, give me up
cause i can’t give it up anymore
give me up, give me up
give me up to the gods and the floor
strange new worlds bring with them strange new tongues
strange new hearts hooked up to strange new lungs, give it up, give it up
cause i can’t bear the thought anymore
give it up, give it up
give it up to your arms at the door
give it up, give it up
give it up, give it up, no more
give it up, give it up
give it up as the snow and the birds circle round, oh no
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6. |
Index of first lines
06:46
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freeze, don’t breathe, don’t speak, let me eat the silence
glass, don’t ask, sweet laughs tip the balance over
this won’t end, won’t end: polaroid of the heart
and it’s TOO MUCH to ask, to see
to want to be
4, 3, 2, 1
panes start to glow
and it’s TOO MUCH to grasp, to hold
the skin gets cold
for you to want
out in a row
and it’s TOO MUCH to love and yet
it’s not enough
burn out the sun
always too warm
mais bien sûr, it’s true, we are truly past gone
hurt my ears, my dear, teach me where the door is
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Crisscross, Charon
02:28
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ALRIGHT
let the logic take you over, up, and out of my sight
there’s a head with your name on it somewhere green
where the fields are full of saffron creatures you’re just a machine
so think of dropping crisscross for charon
a game of cat and mouse with blank stares on
you can’t break this fall on your tiptoes
you’re not the only face full of blood though
THIS ANCIENT YEAR
when the sun comes down upon us heaven will disappear
but what’d you want if it wasn’t a sibylline ground?
and in an instant, file it, all we have are green blue and brown
so think of dropping crisscross for charon
a game of cat and mouse with blank stares on
you can’t break this fall on your tiptoes
you’re not the only face full of blood though
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Out of season
02:10
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i went down to babylon to catch a train but
then they struck me down with thunderbolts and rain
i’m out of season, out of season
out of luck and out of season
and i went down to babylon to scrawl my names on
all the walls of buildings, then they sent me home in chains
i’m breathing, out of season
out of mind and out of season
and in thirty days’ time the sun will eat itself
nothing left behind but wine-eyed sky
and i went down to babylon to watch the great men
argue on the front lawns till the night was late then
watch them leaving, out of season
out of time and out of season
and i went down to babylon to watch the sparrows
flitter through the night and slip between the arrows
shot by heathens out of season
out of touch and out of season
and in thirty days' time the sun will eat itself
and all that’s left behind is wine-eyed sky
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(Last waltz at Enkomi)
01:26
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i want it back, i don’t know how
whatever time of day
good things come closer in a flash
and quickly fade away
snow starts to fall, i’m paralyzed
it’s all i wanna be, i want it
always stuck grasping at the air
i know there’s something there!!!!!!!!
forget the facts, forget your lines
it’s better in your room
four years till now and here’s what’s left
the absence its cocoon
we sit at tables, heart in hands
a word will not be spoken of it
and i’m back, i’m worse, i’m all the same
and you won’t say it’s name
and, i mean, that’s how it gets you; you don’t know how to— you’re not CUT OUT for this line of work so where do you even get the NERVE!! and frankly it makes me sick to my stomach how much you THINK you know, how little you really do, and how everything that likes you never meant anything in the first place so of COURSE you try to let it course through you, but we both know that IT’S!!! NOT!!!! THERE!!!!!!
i dreamt the other day i caught the golden sun alive
and i dragged him onto land, his broken teeth, my hook inside
and he said something about the age of gods and the end of time
but his breath hung upside down all tangled up in nylon line
cause that’s when nothing deceives you
thought of it leaves you
everyone knows your name and all the water
comes to the surface
nothing could hurt this
keep it the same
and i dreamt the other day the hordes rode through with marble knives
and we sat up on the roof and watched them swat a million flies
and you said something about the morning star and kissed me why
well they thought we worked in pearls and i could hardly break the lie
cause that’s when nothing deceives you
reason will leave you
heaven will know your name but all the water
comes to the surface
why would you hurt this
keep it the same
cause that’s when nothing’s above you
shock if it loves you
nobody knows your name and all the water comes to the surface
give it a purpose and give it a name
(again)
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