1. |
orphan trains
01:17
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cameraman
03:00
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they're gluing the stars to the pitch black sky
they're taking the ocean on loan
the smoke alarms sing like dead choirboys
they're filling balloons with chrome
and the cameras
they all point at themselves
they're making some major corrections
your eyes strike my face like a drone
the river is flowing the wrong direction
now i just want to go home
and the cameras
they all stare at themselves
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3. |
hair
03:23
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your hair is a jungle of magnetic tape
i try to untangle it in my sleep
it just keeps unraveling neath the paper moon
and i crawl out to see you soon
follow me thru sea foam green
the only thing i've ever seen
the craving for breakfast & your droopy eyelids
i guess that you woke up before i did
i go to the window in the morning sun
and i watch all the buildings collapse into one
follow me now once again
i swear this wont be the end
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4. |
sunday
02:48
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it's been sunday for weeks now
with no signs of slowing
your little radar glowing
and in hundred hotels humming swears on teeth
it rains on a radio at the tippy top of a tree
you figured i phoned the enemy
it's been a worthwhile education
but in rowboats we will flee
a band of magnets pulls the moon close to the water
tomorrow's torrent of orchids
floods the scene and resets everything
now even monday is erotic
in the palm of your chemical head
you jump out of the plane with a duffel bag full of cash
and why i didn't help you with that
i'm still waiting on an invitation
so i keep my ear to the horn
and when i get put underwater i don't say a word
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5. |
ddt
02:29
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6. |
last year at marienbad
02:48
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i was standing there
beneath the spiral stairs
woozy from the glare
of the mirror that we shared
sometimes i hear her
i remember what she said
i think about the black ornament
she held in her hand
statues to see
atop the balcony
how you looked shy
beside the marble eye
she said i don’t believe
we’ve ever met
i said it must’ve happened
at a party i bet
one more amble through
carries me toward you
we sway under soft light
the piano sounds just right
she says i don’t believe
we’ve ever met
i say it was last year
did you forget
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decade
02:24
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this road was paved and painted for you
a decade after they invented rain
you were reading books about writers and fires about firefighters
when they reached you through wire and paper cup
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8. |
fantasies of the drowned
03:03
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fantasies of the drowned
get lost when you’re not around
breadcrumb factory sounds
leak thru the drainpipes and spill out on the ground
waking up on the lawn
only an hour before the sun is gone
with a blue plastic pen
trimble my brain shake me loose from the grid
take one gigantic perforated engine spleen
for a liquid empire of shiny machines
they are all language games
fantasies of the drowned
express themselves in the blueprint of a town
in the mudbrick we found
a tangled sea and some kinda velvet crown
we’ll read the crooked shoreline
trailing motes along your astral eyes
and to the landfill we’ll go
there we’ll meet the boy they call crow
and in his treehouse we’ll find
the kind of technology to get me aligned
tonight we’ll go home to our separate wings
the slurry has me dreaming of so many things
i swear I’m drowning
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9. |
cocoon
03:59
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surreal painters union local 252
max out your credit cards and spend it all on food
the future still life is up to you
a hundred neighbors convene to assess the sprawl
the pavement reads there is no love without the fall
fa la la
we’re always looking for the cracks to show in me
the trees bend and the nectar follows the bee
a wayward bottle rocket illuminates the path
when it burns out we’ll echolocate our way back
to our palace of stone
from now on we will saunter the land
we’ll quit our jobs convince our friends to start a band
and steal office supplies whenever we can
you’re waiting for the bus to take you around
the strange fauna circus is back in town
it’s taken this long just to get you to see
a bankrupt cobra is growing in me
but you chained yourself why are you chaining yourself
you are chaining yourself why are you chaining yourself
a little bird flew up to me and sang
there is no objectivity
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strange fauna recordings Austin, Texas
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