1. |
broken time machine
03:00
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When the sun asks for favors
when the moon is in debt
bring the liars forward
and sing their regret
doubt was holding hostages
with fantasies at the door
both twitching for a fight
to cancel what was restored
and the broken time machine
shows me what to see
old souls in their rows
god never acts, she only knows
always ghosting forward
we don't defy the dead
but play the same tracks
with the trails ahead
the crime is never perfect
when contrition is ripe
the punitive derision
learns to be alive
don't hold the flowers for me
don't give away the rose
let them grow naturally
in the past you know
love was always beyond
the old blade I used
love is when forgiving
recites the names too
and the broken time machine
shows me what to see
old souls in their rows
god never acts, she only knows
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2. |
vodka called me friend
02:21
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Scotch called me friend
whiskey was my brother
vodka owed me something
beer always had my number
to call on old friends
I was drunk and out of it
voices bouncing off mirrors
in my back pocket
who wants to stop dancing
and put holes in the box
when the light sneaks in
where the shadows are lost because
Scotch called me friend
whiskey was my brother
vodka owed me something
beer always had my number
art never suffers
as much as it touches yourself
and learning to last
until the pleasure is felt
I run through the house
like a child in the chase
stories in my head
trying to fill the space
but Scotch calls me friend
whiskey is my brother
vodka gave me something
beer always has my number
but even if it's old hat
even if I go wrong
I am good
I feel good for once
Scotch calls me friend
whiskey is my brother
vodka gave me something
beer always has my number
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3. |
sleep on it
02:42
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I'll eat the rats
digest the depression
the witching hours
will stop confessing
scatter myself
on four winds
play for keeps
and come back again
I'll stop drinking so much
only to disappear
there's a turnabout phrase
we hope you're still here
if no news is bad news
if no blues is all blues
can I sleep on it
can I make it true
scatter my dreams
behind closed doors
turn on all the lights
and listen, listen more
I'll give them names
put them in a cage
and tell them stories
there is no other way
nothing needs to be free
nothing needs a master
can I sleep on it
can I put it past you
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4. |
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stains on the sidewalk
I'm counting my steps
not trying to touch them
or make a new mess
all this heat is depressing
call it nature and nurture
someone has gone missing
stay out with the searchers
home is a volcano
knowing how you're gonna die
tell me the point of surviving
when everyone else needs to survive
heading back from the park
the buzzer an eruption
i should feel happier
i have turned productive
but the daylight is firm
in a commitment to ugliness
waving hands to take over
the thirstiness in all of us
home is a volcano
knowing how you're gonna die
tell me the point of surviving
when everyone else needs to survive
i just type on a keyboard
to alleviate some kind of fear
all i do has a tangible effect
on the people that are here
my answers are only creatures
without any useful memories
my stories are just wastrels
they have all left the sea
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5. |
Max's Theme
02:12
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6. |
Shenandoah
03:53
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Oh Shenandoah,
I longed to see you,
Away you rolling river.
Oh Shenandoah,
I longed to see you,
Away, I'm bound away
'Cross the wide Missouri.
Oh Shenandoah
I'm getting older
Go Away you rolling river
Oh Shenandoah
I have no answers
Away, I've gone away
over the wide Missouri
Oh Shenandoah
The sun is burning
All Away your rolling river
Oh Shenandoah
You're disappearing
Away, you've gone away
Over the dry Missouri
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to hear you,
Far away, you rolling river.
Oh Shenandoah,
Just to be near you,
Far away, far away.
'Cross the wide Missouri.
Oh Shenandoah
I gave my promise
away, you rolling river
Oh Shenandoah
Please keep me honest
Away, I've turned away
from the wide Missouri
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7. |
shades of autumn
02:39
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Along the barren woods
I learned how to see
bright persimmon falling
from the autumn trees
By the fruitless labor
now losing the old
leaves patterned tracks
in the fledgling snow
The sun will wander close
along its westward reach
as the dimming drifts down
across the following feet
I will tarry long
in the leaning swing
bright persimmon falling
from the autumn trees
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8. |
self-indulgence drone
20:01
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9. |
my consent
02:46
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Your sneaking hand is a just hand
in my pants while I sleep
it tickles me awake
on the air mattress near your feet
and I let you feel around
pretending to be dead
half terrified, half amazed
this is the first time I am having sex
you still come up
in the fantasies
where friends cross boundaries
a man lets you know
you did something lonely
with my consent
we compared the sizes
of our milk white bodies
like mirrored children
inside a fun house
picked out by your faith
so desperate and horny
the worst things we did
trading blowjobs and sodomy
you just come up
in the fantasies
scenarios
where cartoons get fucked
and a man is someone
who lets you know
you did something lonely
with my consent
years later at a party
another friend kissed me
in my sleep
all drunk and sloppy
he said he was too cold
and for some reason I told him no
but I can't go back
to my consent
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