1. |
Would You Kindly
04:22
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Spent on the same gold token
That slipped you away
Would you kindly hypnotize me to
The glazed eye game
Pissed away at the golden hour
Bragging on each frame
Poked, prodded by a lobby of toddlers
And killed you, what a shame
Tripping through the long grass for something wild
Streets thickened with their grinning abuses
In the cities they filed
Cracked open the chest you buried last year
Mostly torn up parchment and some bad beer
Lockpicks and note saying, “don’t clear
The same old levels again.”
Flash, fly, and cut over Kanto
Buzzing room, slick controller, and the soft glow
Of a TV screen where every scene shows
All the guides you’d ignore
One quarter won't save you
Your next life, your next game
One quarter won't save you
Your next life, your next name
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2. |
Autopsia
03:47
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She enters the room with the whisper of linen
Clinking onto a glass just to see who’d be listening
Charge them their ears to hear their favorite psalms
Or for a gracious donation, stroke the lines of their palms
Watch them waste and fade as their hands run smooth
And through their withering frames, she turns to smile at you
You watch her eyes dilate impossibly
Displaying scenes you don’t expect to see:
Your older brother doubled over laughing on your deck
Birthday candy in his mouth shaped to look like shit
You catch the camera lens as your gut voids every speck
And your father’s toothy grin as he records it
In dim lit warmth, you watch the shadows sigh across the floor
Another’s steady breath pressed to your side
She cracks an eye to ask what that stupid smile’s for
As your finger drapes loosely down her spine
Some joke spoils as a friend becomes a clumsy loss
And the knowing, all at once, just shook you through
Your mother squeezes out between her silent sobs
“The friends that matter most show in unintended proof”
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3. |
Lily's Song
04:18
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Hey little Lily, let’s break the scene
Burn through Appalachia down to New Orleans
Cast away two souls just to watch them float
Just slipping down those dancehall streets
To the music of feet on concrete
Right to the fall of that languid, final note
And we’ll fall blackout to the bathroom floor
She’ll cry and I’ll try to unfuck the world
For her if only I can find the words
Tongue-tied on cold wet tiled floor
Curled up kid barring the door
In boxers with red-breasted cartoon birds
[Chorus]
But then she’d make me feel alright
About just feeling not alright
I’d be imperfect and okay
For the first time in my life
And she’d pick me from the ground
With an effort and a sound
Wrapped around my back I’d feel her breath
Billowing me out
And I’d feel okay
Yeah, I’d be okay
I’d even smile the next day
Hey little Lily, draped across my chest
My pickup pace to her shallow breath
Got my throat caught up when she asked ‘Hey, should I leave?’
I just laughed and her shoulders hugged her neck
Saw the photograph of what her eyes reflect
More naked then than my body’d ever be
She props herself on the centerfold
Of a mind carelessly bought and sold
To and from loose loves desperate to stick
But this ain’t the same shit dipped in gold
It’s plain black ink eloquent and bold
I etch her smile center to my loose leaf triptych
This is the akimbo panels’ song
As they were written all along
To unfold and see each other
Across a pain it might prolong
Lacquered up in dull disdain
Would be worth it anyway
Just to know I could unfold myself
Just wide enough to say
Something honest, like
Something real, I
Wouldn’t have to watch her wilt under the stars
Every night when some heaving panic comes
But I love the way she talks about our scars
And how we’re greater than their sums
Yeah, like the way she wilts under the stars
When cast down eyes still brighten every corner
Cause God, I need the way she talks about our scars
And tells me how we’re greater than their sums
And that we’d feel okay
Yeah we’d be okay
We’d even smile the next day
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4. |
Contact
05:58
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We screamed until our windows broke dawn
Then curled our lips to the looks of lovers yearning
Setting fires off on our front lawns
Just to say we fanned the flames of something burning
We’d spend our mornings in blissful deceit
Update calendars beneath our dangled faces
And check each other off with anxious receipt
Of goodnight texts before our lonely days end
Moistened our tongues to make some joyful noise
To see the faces we’d waited so long to see
Hoping to catch a single drip of your voice
As our words became so few and far between
Chased out every crease in your dress with grease
Slicked off my hands
To call it clean
Read the failure in my face when my words spoke gently
In silent dins
Those flighty things
We’d watch the ash blow from the lawns that’d already spoiled
And tossed new seeds
The songbird sings
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6. |
Noble
04:53
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Of course I love you,
So let’s have a kid,
Who will say exactly
What its parents did:
“Of course I love you,
So let’s have a kid,
Who will say exactly
What its parents did”
Et Cetera
You’re the backwashed head on the flagellum that propelled you here,
In a progenitor vessel carried to a heart wreathed in fear,
Stuck into that loathsome, lone machine; you’re not built to last,
Obsolete in your little eternity, permanent past
Signed, Noble
You’ll find Love where you can
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BADNEW Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The great and ineffable fraudster , Waluigi, built the mountain on which we endlessly ascend. Should we ever reach its peak, we will look down upon a world of creation far greater than even the infinite height of its summit. These songs we proffer in reverence to Him and His creation. Sing them on whatever road you take, and may it be ever upward. ... more
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