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Channels
04:09
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I was only killing time
Swimming back channels of my mind
First they claw; then they bite; then they grind
These back channels of mine
Out of the water
Out of the muck
Out of every calendar box
Out of order
Lacking something
I once knew but later forgot
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2. |
I'll Truth You
03:08
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I’ll truth you but you’re not gonna like it
I’m losing my need for the whole thing
Need for the whole thing
Excuse me if it seems I’m mired
Confusing your touch with desire
Sex with desire
Listen I’ll tell you, “I’m stronger”
Sought solace in simple wonder
I know I’m careless but lover
I won’t move ‘fore you find some other
Does autumn really feel like the best time
To place all of this trouble behind
This trouble behind
Closed fists for your meaningless reasons
I’m appauled, getting ready to give in
Ready to give in
Listen I’ll tell you, “I’m stronger”
Found solace in simple wonder
I know I’m careless but lover
I won’t move ‘fore you find some other
Stop gap, time kill, life plug
Bath mat, weak will, ink smudge
Track rat, pink pill, white fuzz
Whatever it is I was
Whatever it is I was
In that thing you call love
Yeah, that filthy tiny thing you call love
Filthy tiny thing you call love
I’ll truth you but you’re not gonna like it
I’m losing my need for the whole thing
Need for the whole thing
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3. |
Still Wanting
05:39
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I aim this gun
Toward everyone
The favorite son
A setting sun
I cocked it back
They turned to run
He turned to run
You turned to run
Oh, still wanting all the time
Still wanting all the time, oh
I focus in
On all this sin
And start to grin
And breathe again
The thoughts collapse
When they walk in
When he walks in
When you walk in
Oh, still wanting all the time
Still wanting all the time, oh
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4. |
With...
01:26
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5. |
...Anything
03:29
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And I was born to love
Something obvious
Something great enough
To inspire distrust
And is this feeling just?
Do we need to much?
Isn’t showing up
A reward enough?
A reward enough
And I have shuffled decks
Rid my palms of sweat
Held my head in check
Tried my very best
But the cards conspire
And nervous hands perspire
And my brain is wired
To inflame not inquire
Something big…
Or something small…
Engulf my heart
And quiet its call
With anything…
With anything…
With anything
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6. |
Bag
02:17
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You stole a bag of delusions
Purple contusions paint your face
Steeped in a windowless room
That’s brimming with choices you have made
Your eyes are starting to fade
Spring dawns, with air fit to breathe
But there’s no relief in turning green
Bonfires and cigarettes lit
A Jack Daniels’ nip fit up your sleeve
Your eyes are turning to leave
You were out of stories you were out of quick fixes
You were out of your mind you had called it quits
Broken bottles and bulbs spinning out of control
You were out of your mind you were calling it quits
You were out of stories you were out of quick fixes
Broken bottles and bulbs spinning out of control
You stole a bag of delusions
Purple contusions paint your face
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7. |
Fuzzy February
02:54
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Shut the door, the lights, the shades
Wriggle in my bed, deranged
A fuzzy February has me aching for the rain
To tumble, wildly, earthbound and to wash away this shame
I wonder how do time, snow, bliss, and pain evaporate?
And when is it too late?
Haven’t sensed a single kiss
Mind deluded, heart amiss
A fuzzy February has me praying for a mist
To cloud my addled conscience and to blanket me in bliss
I wonder where my crimes - disclosed - and sins go, once forgiven?
Every second, every minute?
Shut the door, the lights, the shades
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8. |
I Have Tried to Paint It
03:08
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On the rarest occasion
A small taste runs me back
Or a smell or a sound
Or the feel of my feet on the ground
I smile endangered
And the picture begins to crack
And it scatters around
While a faint afterimage resounds
And I have tried paint it
Distill it, explain it
I have tried to keep it mine
But no matter my effort
I cannot reclaim it
A casualty to passing time
Armed with tools of persuasion
I rage on the attack
And I dig deeper down
Just to have a look around
But all I do is enrage it
And I’m overcome by black
Everything that I’ve found
Is engulfed by the dark that surrounds
And I have tried paint it
Distill it, explain it
I have tried to keep it mine
But no matter my effort
I cannot reclaim it
A casualty to passing time
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9. |
Do the Data
03:41
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I’ve been seeking significance
In simple coincidence
And deeming fortune heaven sent
And dreaming
I’ve been logging every face I see
In notebooks, puzzling spreadsheets
And noting patterns dilligently
And needing
Do the data lie?
Or do they inspire?
This crippling bemusement
This wonder and amusement
Can our humble eyes
Make the pieces all allign?
I’ve been thumbing through taut manuscripts
Overcome with an escalating bliss
Weeding out words which seem to contradict
And reaching
I’ve been forging paths to here and there
And I’ve concluded with a solemn air
The connections which both bind and ensnare
Us are fleeting
Do the data lie?
Or do they inspire?
This dizzying confusion
This desperate solution
Can our humble eyes
Make the pieces all allign?
Can my humble eyes
Make the pieces all allign?
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10. |
The Milkman
04:00
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Loved the milkman for a spell, I admit
That grey-eyed, chalky-templed misogynist
Oh to bask in his bliss again
Now the orange I just ate flavors my lips
And upon my windowsill sits pies that I baked for the shelter folk to guess…
The quality of: Sweet Potato or Pumpkin?
Had a 28k party in my driver’s seat
With voices speaking loudly of the modern mythology
Mmmm…what good company
Moving pictures battle static on my T.V. screen
All thirteen inches of which provide fodder for my waxing dreams
Talk shows; news magazines
And acronyms, they come to me. I think I have a knack
Yes I’m an H.H.A.S: Human with Heightened Acronymic Sense
It’s an original, but you can use it, too, I suspect
My calendar collection decorates my every wall
I open bank accounts, buy coffee beans, someday I swear I’ll have them all
Nailed up so they won’t keep falling
Some mornings I dream of existing invisibly
Living day to day aimlessly
But the milkman’s got those hands
Those temples, eyes, lips and teeth
To keep me accepting of solidity
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