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Smoke Detection
02:41
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Smoke Detection
Smoke smoke detection I could use some safe reflection my brain's gone it's gone to fallow still I think I'm a handsome fellow
hot hot as ice age ending burnt crispy never-ending yes I think me to be smoking deeply deft and thought-provoking
Why would you go?
Why miss the show?
Tuning into Fukushima what a plate to build reactors wait'll you see the tomato you ate it's made from spider DNA
Why would you discard the wrapper to get to the creamy filling within? Why'd you go and leave it sealed missing out on the gift you're getting?
End times blues think thinking won't do anything!
Up and at 'em changing tune doing never felt so futile yet doing's what I'm here to do clean up the head then clean up the ground
sure as I push the broom pick up the dust that's in my own room cleaning up the nook in head where the dust is emanated
Where did it go?
Think the thought and watch it go!
I need a Swiffer for my brain thoughts inside from outside came gonna sweep them out again then look out see if anything's changed
seal up in an aluminum wrapper keep them soft out for now or ever then install a smoke detector for malignant thoughts and dreadful doubts
Next times news I'll know doing is the only thing!
Change the world change yourself change the food to fix your head change what gets into your head be your own disease instead
Smoke, smoke detection I could use some safe reflection smoke smoke detection I could use some safe reflection, smoke, smoke detection I could use some safe reflection smoke smoke detection I could use some safe reflection.
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Real Talk About Fake Problems
I'm angry and there's no one to blame, I'm angry and there's no one to blame, I'm angry and there's no one to blame. Give me some real talk about fake problems
Gimme some real talk about fake problems real tall but nearly mountains living off the troubles of the land I miss for reasons I don't understand
Gimme some: the voice over the image explains well enough for me give me the story in two bites I need some real talk about fake problems tonight
Real talk about fake problems, gimme some: nearly tall enough as mountains give me some real talk give me some real talk
Angry and there's no one to blame I'm angry and there's no one to blame I'm angry and there's no one to blame. Man upset, man upset, man upset, man upset! Man upset!
I got problems I can't reconcile in fact nobody could except my mother and it's been a while because my mama she ain't here and I'm sorry to say you're the first person I see my crosshairs
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Ishtar's Egg
02:04
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Ishtar’s Egg
Parted the chords from cadrés of codependancies.
Celebrate something you found now go eat your cream Egg
Nothing to see here nothing to purchase homebound parade
I'll never find Ishtar's egg
Not if I have one more credit note left to vibrato
One final notarized copy of my final shekel
Tickety-boo to the tacit indifferent staccato
Can't get to Dollarama to get a candle to light at night
Well all I need now is an outage of Amazon Prime proportion
Dole out a last of the warehouse dealers proportion
I can still generate garbage just by being a dreg
I'll never find Ishtar's egg
Draining the swamp of Mallory malarkey
A cause left to sell but it's all on the shelf
Nothing to sell but a brand but still it's all on me
Still so much useless garbage to sell
Indifferent to the flash of light that propagates
I'll never look for Ishtar's egg again.
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Pierced
02:25
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Pierced
Such a rebel yeah you're a real punk.
Still stink of jacket, suit's on
If we all seek a path through our fears
Nothing can grow back the skin pierced but tears.
We're on an end walk of a swift day
Though every spin reflects that way the way we came
Too soon now sets the sun in the park
To Swift the day has passed to dark.
Lit the spark and shadows fled
But then returned once you fell into bed
Days have drawn short and pale and thin
But still the light shines from within.
If all you knew was a sky of only stars
To light the path ahead out from the march
A dawn unknown with set the tale alight
A moon above would bridge the wheels in flight.
And all would be all right
All okay at night
Decorate the body for the day.
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Melusina, Mel You Don't
02:56
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Melusina, Mel You Don’t
Gone Grimm and so stopped creating on my own collecting and borrowing kicks from some other places I've known, there's a greenwood Queen, nothing seen to do with me sacred in spring in a river creature in lace esteem.
Creatives alone creatures with a purpose sewn when buffeted by the coats of arms unknown spirits from out of the water fishes and turtles, Melusina's a song sung in the waters we drink and we gurgle.
And even in the thoughts we think ladies of the lake dragon drink houses of watery waves in the ancient lake, but underneath our unity we've dusted off our resume our agreements are done and our freedoms of bondages sprung away we take.
Just another age begun this won't be the final one crystal clear and plagued in uncertain tears is everyone, Lady of the lake is near not the words I want to hear dried my tears already gone astray and away from here.
Brothers in a sister show I'm an unenlisted schmoe still I fight components in the war and off to it I go, all the same participants, frienemy combatants, both sides sprung to get deeds done for generals in bed they're dying so young.
sometimes on the street things catch my eye bathed in Golden light of afternoon there are sounds I've heard that make me cry recalling what was spoke my guitar heartstring broke.
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State Place
03:06
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State Place
What are aeroplanes? When did we wend from plate to buffet? Did we really act like that? Did we even interact?
Once when down the block to the end of view from the safety of home it was all I knew. When I crossed the line found out about flying I was off to the skies with no explain. What are even aeroplanes?
Looking up in space finding room to explain, state place.
What are even roads for? Weren't we blocking steel rails for days? What was I on about? It's a dream, memories have been replaced.
Twice I've taken stock, heron crossed my path, a flock of vultures passed, that's all I saw. When I found the string, pulled and began fraying, I was off to walk in waves I can't explain stood and saw no more aeroplanes.
Looking out for days some I can't sustain, state place.
Taking it to the town, take it to the town.
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Stick Figure Drawing
03:03
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Stick Figure Drawing
Lovely I'm in the morning and when the sun shines I'm feeling all right.
Some days I'm not too sure if I've arisen in the dawn or evening not gonna lie
Learned in a school on Sunday put a fear of snuff out in me
He said through those eyes "one day you're going to die whose side are you for if we pick out a war?"
and let the news sink in while I tried not to laugh or cry, could have done both,
And put what he said in a stick figure drawing at a Sunday school and won his approval, I thought him a fool,
still do.
Lonely the sun has risen and in my prison of isolation I see all the clouds have fled
I see where that inevitable rhyme would like to take me but I've been on guard for those thoughts in my head,
One of them might find their way in and then to spread it's fear and doubt throughout my house.
What kind of enemy fights a game of fear against a man who has nothing to lose?
I'd let thought fly until it came out the other side coughing and fighting for breath, found no host willing in my head, fueled by my heart, watched out for by my guts,
resolve,
push through.
Likely the sun an enemy of another time has become my only friend around now,
Nothing else except a squirrel of fearsome eye has come around to visit my ground,
Sometimes I shake a fist at the shade cast outside, sometimes even weeds wither in the sunshine,
But not a drop is wasted now. I'm changing up and charging, I'm getting a whole lot more expansive on the inside,
Tried to hold on to the best of thoughts once
I don't need to now.
Write them in a song,
Echoes on and on
Lovely I've reached the evening and now I've come to the veiling of nights revealing
The stars above the twins the dogs, old accomplices of my interior mind,
Moon and the bracelet and the sisters and shining array,
All of my oldest friends have each been shining in space,
Meet the gaze,
Feel the burn,
Every night I'm eternal,
Eternally good.
lovely I'm in the morning and when the sun shines I'm feeling all right
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The More I Move
03:30
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The More I Move
The more I stay, the more the bright lights, the more insane and crushed together we’ve become. I hear the rain, it taps my window in this night, the more we dig in from the burn of the sun. And what we’ve done is what we’ve learned, and now it’s run off like an out of control treadmill, you and I are the dogs on it who won’t get off in turn, that lets me in to the bright lights and how they burn. Let me be still. Just stop and breathe, shaking quaking pulsing earth as it heaves, nothing stays still, not one thing moves me, painting disappears like a ship at sea. Long forgotten bedlam far away in memory, the more I stray the more the life of me, I forget where I even am. The more I love the more I understand I don’t understand at all. The more I love the more I understand I don’t understand at all.
The more I stray the more the night jumps at shadows, the tiny spikes I get out on my bike I feel the road, dust, and how it settles on my clothes, I’m not alone I’ve got my mind off matters. I sing the song as it emerges and now it fountains out of cervices, out of mind imagination to not return, I can’t recall what song I just sung. My dance is on the wheel, shift gears and phase me out of time and stand in movement with the fields, I have two wheels. So something still can move me, and if I can move a wheel then I can move me. I’ve forgotten this feeling, I’ve been away so long but I think I’ve never been too far at all, I’m right where I stand where I’ve forever been. The more I move the more I understand I don’t need to move at all. The more I love the more I understand I don’t understand at all. The more I move the more I understand I don’t need to move at all. The more I love the more I understand I don’t understand at all.
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What is Ants?
03:19
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What is Ants?
Ants, they be thinking that they might set up shop in the kitchen, I'm thinking that's wishful thinking but then again I'm so lonely they might keep me company. Ants, what is Ants? What's ants? Ants, ants.
Roaches own the night but they can't mobilize. Gnats and flies can fly but they can't strategize. Ants, they be thinking that they might set up shop in the kitchen, I'm thinking that's wishful thinking but then again I'm so lonely they might keep me company. Ants, what is Ants? What's ants? Ants, ants.
Folks in the malls they had no sense of purpose at all, walking dead with bags of things they didn't need at all. Biosphere Two was our route to survive, but nothing much in there stayed alive, pretty much everything keeled over and died, even relationships, only the crazed ants survived. Ants, they be thinking that they might set up shop in the kitchen, I'm thinking that's wishful thinking but then again I'm so lonely they might keep me company. Ants, what is Ants? What's ants?
Who would win in a war of misdirected ambition, senseless attrition? Littlest among us should but couldn't, not with the boot on their little bitty necks. The creative process is a strange and magical thing, the only thing is the ant can't think. They just don't have the confidence. Ants, they be thinking that they might set up shop in the kitchen, I'm thinking that's wishful thinking but then again I'm so lonely they might keep me company. Ants, what is Ants? What's ants? Ants, ants.
Confidants easy to appease.
Ants - faster! Ants - lighter! Ants - simpler! Easier to use: ants.
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In a Bitter State
02:59
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In a Bitter State
You'd gone off to a better place while I stayed home in a bitter state, worked homebound in a round me weakly who shut the whole bar down?
You want a man of assertive countenance but I'm a quivering leaf at the end of it a quivering bough barely alive your emcee who shut the whole bar down.
Crowds around left motor town I hated myself put the wrong punch of a joke down, no I was not fine I was the punchline.
You might go off to other states but you can't leave the USA the canyons that breath take, the yellow stones, the hot spray,
the live at Red Rock rendition the blue of the afternoon in big sky country where the tapestries unwind you went along your way I stayed down on mine.
Can you hear me? Hope you can.
Silence where the Angels sing patience underneath the leg I'm standing on a programming song, the trigger is on, the safety is not.
You can worship God or Sun or gaze at the shoes of anyone it's all the same if you don't keep anything for yourself.
You probably would have taken the whole house if it fit in like your shoes did like my pride and my doubt and my whole bank account.
The live at Red Rock rendition the blue of the midnight sky far off from city lights where the desert comes alive you went along your way I stayed down on mine.
You might run to outer space but you can't leave the mess you've made the bed sheets wouldn't fold themselves couldn't get a clean enough house
you went along your way I stayed down on mine took the rightest handed path toured the World by being alone, could be in my bubble, be in my bubble but not too close!
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The Duck's Day
03:44
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Duck’s Day
You all shouldn't have to work to be poor, this fish stick passing as food beats taking dust from the road, that there was a metaphor, thin gruel, first pulled umbilical cord took claim to you and what's yours, your mama's work was done, but yours has just begun, they gave you a number and a gun,
An apple pie, an American despot, a hot bed tyrant on Earth even an orange demon can run, animals flee and dogs bark to see, every baby cries and child hides when he walks by, every duck takes cover and still he wins the prize:
An apple pie, an American despot, a hot bed tyrant, pull roots up to conquer divide, you get rewarded if you're on the right side, play down the 905s you want more of a Polaris prize vibe as long as you're on the right side of the money guy, reckoning every duck has got his day,
But you flew away! You lucky duck you can walk away, you got a million and more in a nest egg could feed a small country but it's all for you and the lickers of your boots.
Reckon, reckoning, microaggressioning, can't come soon enough for the rest of us, reckon, reckon, reckoning, can't get to heaven without stepping on the rest of us, reckon, reckoning, I almost feel sorry but I don't think I did all I could to help him fight his demons off.
Be still, the duck's going to get his day, he worked real hard to get that way the ducks going to get his day.
Be still, the duck's going to get his day, he worked real hard to get that way the ducks going to get his day.
Be still, the duck's going to get his day, he worked real hard to get that way the ducks going to get his day.
Be still, the duck's going to get his keep, curled once about the house and fell asleep.
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Crestfallen
(Notes from spontaneous creation)
I've been crestfallen, I've been crestfallen, crestfallen from all of this flooding.
Sometimes swam in different directions none sure of their destinations, still moved in the same inflections, exploration of creation, all at once was new in over top and every tone that came to them was true in the moment. Stop
The rhythm at your peril if the charts are guides they're useless tools to fly. In pockets sense an ending's start, the pending parts, the flood is sly, a solo parts the reeds and undertones depart, we shine aware and our air, and every step we take, is rare
Change all sense of place and space to make mistakes to found on undergrounded space all snake the eight in messengers of jazz In automatic shapes upon the coatrack of structures where stories come to each of us at once at the same time where the chord just worked, kept easy time that's where I fell behind.
I've been crestfallen, I've been crestfallen, crestfallen from all of this flooding.
When your throws are solos growing up with the memory before the thought when sounds to take the past post pop they steal all that you got to be in seventy-three Like Herbie blended the all-seeing eye gone to reverie to deconstruct the self-conducting universe in flight to find the fox in flux of flood's fleet foot to grace the heavy space
Road damp roadmaps through the moment with the present and the micro in the macrocosms let things just happen to do and to be let all the sounds feel to you let the simple songs out to mentor nations, lift up generations,
It's the only way to play. The revolution's in the phrase, it's not the barre where the note is placed, it's the way it's played that I'm trying to phrase in the universe in deed, I need something good to feel the note to welcome the flood that has fallen,
I've been crestfallen, I've been crestfallen, crestfallen from all of this flooding.
I've been crestfallen, I've been crestfallen, crestfallen from all of this flooding.
Lie to generations, lie to generations, lie to generations from all of this flooding,
Lie to geerations a lie to generations,
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Herbie Hancock.
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Bees' Needs
04:23
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Bees’ Needs
The bees' needs the needs be the space that is in between us breathes and so should we:
There's a throne where the weird shaped fly goes plank of cedar mulch above a lily gulch to perch and pick a piper's tune crickets need to play the bees' queen needs to lay
Bound to generations the next bees generate the steam, the sun shone shine on as one ultimate pyramid scheme that will ultimately enslave the queen bind her to the throne 'til there's no longer strength to stifle where they sow
The broken challenger queens that sometimes hatch the queen must prune her garden of the innocents like Herod did
A terrifying wrestling match to the males and drones who have to watch,
Brave enough in the day the drone is sure to insist upon her way with a confidence sure when petals fly sure enough to defy the physics and to fly nectar's meadowside at nation time,
But at night when light and color disappear to silver moonlight sheen her mind's released, the bee begins to wonder what it all means:
And all this stop and start and who it is she feeds and why there's only room for one on her hive's top block where the queen sits overtop?
Both upon a throne but one might reign in might and one might fly away and I could leave today,
At all times the weird shaped fly flies all alone outside but only when it's duty for the drone, and I can only bring myself to land upon your pad if I had something of value I could add or else no role for me this day and I get turned away by the bees' needs no use for me, no queen to feed,
There's a grasshopping blast of a laser beam with a poem unintended to any accidental occasion seemed I'll be where the fox run will run when the hunt is done I've always been averse to spoon-fed swift treacle verse on which the bees feed,
Dead nations in reverse killer bees service fees I just don't have need whatever it is the bee needs:
And all this stop and start and all it is she feeds and why there's only room for one on the hive's top block where the queen sits over top?
The bee needs what a bee needs, what a bee needs, bees' needs and the needs be.
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Mossman
02:46
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Mossman
I'm in alone and I'm on my own I can note if a stone is unturned to the dusty song I just sung,
I'm on the floor wiping off the last of the dust I misunderstood on the floorboard in song,
I've become the enemy of dust, I'm mossman, dust becomes my natural enemy.
I'm in a ball on the floor in a place of a spore, bit of a speck in a dust in a glint of the sun, I'm mossman,
I'm in a blanket in creosote sheets encased in a tomb but the dust gets in my head, in my room,
Nowhere left to run to bring the news dust is on my shoes still I can't let down roots,
twinned green below to the winds in spring I'm mossman, dust comes and feeds the greening of all things, food I can eat.
I'm all alone and I'm in a moth moon alone, I gather nothing it comes to me, I'm mossman,
I'm in alone and I bring the moss and dust that was once a desert's green, deserts flee from me but are drawn to me symbiotically,
give me the dust to turn to verdant mossman comes to grow back the curtain, mossman. (Dust)
I'm mossman, dust becomes my natural enemy, food I can eat. Mossman, dust, mossman, dust, dust, dust.
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Tallest Poppy
02:27
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Tallest Poppy
Breaking rain a tree broke under
bolt of light then torn asunder
walls of fear from chromosphere
fell down the drought was drowned here,
said no word, ground shook,
lost the place in my book
but heated streets and shaken bones
broke upon new climate shoals,
can only grow to be above the reeds
the tallest poppy tree for so long,
when the sharpest sickle sicks
the tallest poppy's hard to miss
but who on high looking down would know
was it a hammer of the gods? Tornado?
Blowdown? Fated to fall?
Strongest on sight but weakest of all?
Fallen trees fallen leaves
crushing bad balconies
releasing veiled swaths in space to see
places I've never seen.
Said a lot and turned around
I could open a book
or could put it down.
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Social Distance
01:26
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When Life Gives Me Lemons I Punch it in the Face
Lemons, life gives me lemons,
When life gives me lemons, I punch it in the face: pink lemonade.
Lemons, live gives me lemons,
When life goes off course I squeeze with great force, drink the pain, it sustains.
In all else there is is dust,
sweet singing sweet it’s all I can eat.
Hope? What good is hope
when thinking of the future stitches in a suture obscures my present situation.
I’d love to drink it in but I grow so thin,
Am I the fool sucking back the thin gruel when this lemon would do?
Take the thing that stands encroached, gloom like a shapely overcoat,
and punch it in the face, metaphorical way
making lemonade, and when it dissipates
It's all love,
it’s all love, love,
It’s all love, it’s all love.
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SuperbOwl
03:24
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Superb Owl
Dug a hole up from the river and perching now up on a tree Omeny, a superb owl, looks back down on me.
Watched me dig throughout the night turned a head from side to side, I lay inside, huh, didn't feel right.
Where are you now, superb owl? As I climb out, light it dawns.
Through the day the sun shine on me I tread the path to reach the end, it never has but all things pass, even the path must someplace end.
Sun descended no send in sight no sight at all light fails and I fall, I knew this hole, I know it now, I know you, superb owl.
Watch me now when I get out do you see me or do you hoot to hope it's you whose light does shine from out of those eyes?
Slung my throat and stung my liver alone I felt the nightning leave, did you leave or silent sentry? Does an omen stop to file or flee?
Fly away superb owl come or go make no sound, perch and judge me superbly, like a demon turn your head around.
In the night shone on me with those eyes, I would run but for the path I lost, busting through the countryside would I find the hole again I caused?
Night caused cloak to fell aground, shadows cast in caves and on the highest ground, one creature's not around: where are you hoot hoot hoot, hoot hoot?
Superb owl, superb owl make an omen out of a molehill; superb owl, superb owl be the vulture to the vole; superb owl, be the killer to the mouse kill, be the muscle to the onion's tropes.
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Betting on the Gold Tooth
This is just a book they've burned down cities before
just to shut it down. Backwards it took
a single thought to raise the cities again.
The magical majesty of words on the page
Fools or sage, not a word writ's misplaced.
Making the wrong choice on a bad decision
We were living in the morning
Thinking thoughts about devotion
While you were reaching for the lotion
we got another thought up-coming.
Started living in the past again
thinking too long in the future
I've been dreaming of the difference 'tween the two
And where my head is.
Love is just a door to pass through
Glass to shatter to get into the building
cut on adoration to guess the truth
deciding on desire to do the wrong thing.
Betting on the gold tooth bite the stone of truth.
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Lake Erie
03:24
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Lake Erie
Lake Erie, green with algae drainer of the Detroit petro river. Cities empty out their waste into the bowels of the Great Lakes. Lake Erie, where the river once caught fire. Where the blizzard Buffalo clobbered I can walk on water.
Set up a straw man for an argument, all along was never really in it for the truth that rights a wrong just pluck at berries that change, colour to suit the argument that hangs for you, lowest fruit.
Lake Erie, green with algae drainer of the Detroit petro river. Cities empty out their waste into the bowels of the Great Lakes. Lake Erie, where the river once caught fire. Where the blizzard Buffalo clobbered I can walk on wires.
Red like a lobster getting hot went up an addled creek and paddled with my arms, walked on water in Lake Erie.
One hundred angry miles across, to shallow for boats to cross, a thought experiment to bout each match to cross the path, thoughts to let the finger wet from venom anger winds have shifted behind the deep aback.
Hot as a crayfish stepped upon, a cloven hoof land after Cleveland, rolled up my pants and walked across walked on water in the deep end. All the shipwrecks already happened, all the legends already'd been sung by the time we reach Lake Erie where the final days have run.
Lake Erie, green with algae drainer of the Detroit petro river. Cities empty out their waste into the bowels of the Great Lakes. Lake Erie, where the river once caught fire. Where the blizzard Buffalo clobbered I can walk on water.
Waters of pavement kissed by the interstate, an eerie calm descends at dawn each day, Lake Erie stirs and belches out the day, drains the grease of Sarnià,
Lake Erie, green with algae drainer of the Detroit petro river. Cities empty out their waste into the bowels of the Great Lakes. Lake Erie, where the river once caught fire. Where the blizzard Buffalo clobbered I can walk on water in Lake Erie.
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Apples and iPods
03:29
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Apples and iPods
Love it, very funny, that's a good one,
I got hooked but now I see you
Clearer than I see my own face in the mirror,
Wouldn't you say that we wait for days
To the proper point where all the stars align
and nothing is in retrograde before we go outside?
Wasn't he right to merely understate his deep distaste
for touchy interactions in the first place?
I can't decide cuz here I've been quarantined
And I never yet have touched you,
Won't touch myself again until I do.
Won't touch anything or anybody,
Flesh or heart or sundry part
Ache for contact but I know I love it,
it's a good one, very funny, very funny.
Apples and oranges, who could afford it?
Daring touch the skin and find sweet within?
Apples and iPods, who could eat them?
Caress the hand and find the gentlest click.
Love it, so true, my birthday
Has been ruined by a river out of time,
Nervous disease, nervous to sneeze,
Petrified of other's coughing,
Avoiding the distractions of all the interactions
I have blocked you
Or so I'd thought I'd overstayed my welcome,
Dwelling on a place I would never be,
You're so far away and I'm so stuck in place,
At least a mile in between, I've been quarantined.
Cos here I've been quarantined
And I haven't left the block,
And before I get caught up we've never touched.
Now will we ever? Or anybody for that matter?
Flesh it can hurt you
so can your words
so can most any scenario I know,
I love it, it's a good one,
very funny, very lonely.
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22. |
Hell's Red Clay Bodega
02:44
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(Not a) Sick Guy
This is just a flesh wound in life's revealing,
Strip skin like a pea pod opening up,
Draw the drapes, pick the door,
Brace yourself for what Hell's red clay bodega has in store,
Licking lips at home to pounce on fear's apparition,
Punch at windmills, split the melon,
Unsealed lips they now be tellin'
With just a little taste of who partakes
In the buffet of wasted days,
All of the cards played, wind's cold and damp,
Shaggy hair and bingo stamp,
What then amounting to?
What was it again we came to do?
Have we all forgotten? What was it? Who be true? Who am I?
Adequately adequate, but not a sick guy.
Everyday now posted in sight
Some sick overnight into the oversight
Underestimated, undercounted, let it be set free,
Flames lick at the laces' untied shoes to flee and flesh,
Race to duck and cover isolation in your bed,
Was just like what the boogeyman said
In dreams of forgotten youth, those lidless eyes
And sublimated growl,
Afraid to move or to draw it's scowling gaze,
Can't run, feet encased in clay, bricks of silent wake,
Can't any of us scream "What was it?"
The cold call? or cull? Who am I?
Adequately adequate but not a sick guy.
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What's happening around the town?
What's happening around the town?
What's happening down on the street?
What's happening around the world?
What's cooking inside of me?
What bun's in my oven?
What web's in my head?
What ice in my heart?
Where do I even start?
There's smoke on my stove,
There's ice in my bed,
But there's sunshine in my heart
So it's not all bad in my head.
What bun's in my oven?
What web's in my head?
What ice in my heart?
Where do I even start?
I'm so glad to breathe
When they want me dead
I'll take my time to be the scene,
It's where we're all headed.
Boots on the ground,
And boots in my face,
There's truth in the teeth,
It's what's bred in the bone.
What bun's in your bakery?
Tricksters and fakery,
Street of lies,
My town's on fire,
And so's my world,
My future stops to start,
But it's not all bad,
Got sun in my heart.
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24. |
A Run at Costco
03:20
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A Run at Costco
They got to run at Costco going to hit the bottle getting sick themselves but not a virus hell they got a TV need a mass panicking they're going to s*** themselves but there's no paper in town
they did it to themselves they did it to themselves they believe it true it's on the You Sir Tube they did it to themselves they did it to themselves they believe it true it's on the You Sir Tube.
Wound down beat up town wound up town stock up some more clever but selfish the crowd in the peace and war what a disconnect from the street to what said on the fear cast
It's been broadcast to screens of all sizes on big screens and on bedside devices we sleep with the ringer turned off but still the alert's been sounding off
I'd love to just bury my head I'm off to get TP instead
They got a run on runs they got a price on stupid it sounds like some idiots playing Cupid you're so smart at least you were before diluted by the mentality of the crowd in war ...
they got a whack at Walmart got a gun at Loblaws getting stuck on fear yeah the monkey mind is here they got a hoarding disease caught it on TV they're going to s*** themselves when they see what it's all about beaten down by fear and confusion they don't care anymore believing the true post is the one that's been repeated the most they got sick in the head but this two passes Craigslist Lysol pirates are asses capitalism to the nth degree cleared out Costco resell on the uncheap it's like waking from a dream before the body has had a chance to bring your mind to the four I'd love to show you how played for a fool of you been but I probably just do it to myself some more.
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25. |
The Pickering Syndrome
03:09
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The Pickering Syndrome
Pickering, Pickering, going to die in Pickering, so many ways out I can’t just pick one. Pickering, Pickering, going to die in Pickering, view’s nice, glows at night. Pickering, Pickering, sage advice, nervous in the night, I’m gonna die in Pickering, but the price is right, the housing’s cheap here, people are moving out all the time from Pickering. Just disappearing, like cattle snatched, begotten in the night, homes abandoned in reckless abandon, what are the odds destiny falls tonight in Pickering? Pickering, quit dicking around on Pickering, got a GO line, they’re going to be fine, Pickering, Pickering, going to die in Pickering so many ways out I can’t just pick one. Pickering, Pickering, the view’s nice, glows at night, Pickering, sage advice, nervous in the night, but Oshawa’s a ghost town although Ajax seems alright. Scarborough’s insular and insolent but Pickering? Shopping malls and teenage cars and playing cards and wily police vets. Those wily police vets watching backs. But a nuclear attack it’s just that it’s a fact and it comes up from the underground like a spring. But maybe not today so don’t be afraid it’s a low-percentage risk. But it’s a fact. And if you didn’t get the text then Torontopia’s next but tonight if you’re going to die any place on Earth should it be Pickering? Pickering, Pickering, going to die in Pickering. Pickering, Pickering, going to die in Pickering. Pickering, Pickering, going to die in Pickering. The view’s nice, glows at night.
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26. |
Believe It
03:20
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A Road Without a Home
One little road without a home one dusty legend left to roam we can only be as free as a butterfly when the summer shines then E I O we have to roll this is all as hard as I choose to believe it.
A road without a home just like a river with no bow ox straight to sea the poor thing stops for nothing but sand and time then E I O the time must flow this is all as sour glass as I choose to believe it.
A road without a home not even thinking makes it so and every time I let my mind off leash to migrate E I only think of you this is all as unloved as I choose to believe it.
A known with an unknown and the only certainty's your own you set the dial and the undertone just E I owning what I know this is all as knowable as I choose to believe it.
A stone without a mountain roller a rock without foundation toller this fish heads flipped around the sacred ground a tower EI Osiris' boner this is all as mythological as I dare to conceive it.
What you believe and what you see and feel and know all different be all E I O.
Oh E I O without a home pretty much well could be any other road that will take my load but with a song in my soul I'm never alone it's the song that we both know I know it's as easy as I choose to know.
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28. |
Aquaman Song
01:47
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31. |
Stranger
03:11
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32. |
Conspiracy of the Pinks
02:49
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33. |
Depressing Birthday
03:16
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34. |
Do it Now!
03:41
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35. |
Eyes on the Prize
02:52
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36. |
Fighting in the Street
03:05
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37. |
Goats Rule
03:27
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38. |
Gold Plated
04:26
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39. |
Home Alone Haze
02:52
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40. |
I Want You (off my back)
02:19
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42. |
Jack in the Pot
02:12
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43. |
Lockdown Separation
03:18
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44. |
Misinformed
02:31
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45. |
Miss You More
03:02
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46. |
Oh, Kaye
05:08
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47. |
Princes and Paupers
01:58
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48. |
SARSStock
04:17
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49. |
Stu
03:43
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50. |
Unfrozen
02:48
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52. |
Your First Rumble
01:41
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