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The Night Is A Utopia
01:58
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From beyond the mirage,
saw you floating next to me.
Stick around, decoupage,
would you give up, would you believe?
Gonna fill the garage,
with your paintings and your inventions.
Gonna build a collage,
with the pieces of your life's day.
This is not what you wanted,
but it will have to work for now.
Settle down to the ground.
What you wish for is what you dream.
And to you we are beholden.
On the surface a shimmering purchase, above.
To a love that is golden.
But underneath you cannot feel the relief, enough.
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5EVILLIVE5
02:13
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4. |
Junk Love
04:17
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Holy beloved,
fast-forward cuz,
enough's enough
of everlasting stuff.
It's a sight to see,
coming after me.
Search for the key
[to] the lost belief of thee,
between the leaves and me.
So free.
Cuz when you find the one you love,
you shake the urge to cut and run.
You've fought the weight of wasted past mishaps
and won.
But someday you will come to see,
true love is neither cheap nor free.
To know yourself is just to know your dreams repeat,
beneath the sea so deep.
So free.
Under the shifted space
the cantilever shades you from the blinding satellite,
shining bright.
You reach out to touch his hand,
it feels just like a supernova on summer's night.
Hold it tight.
It must be right.
It must be right.
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5. |
Useful Idiot
05:29
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Folded sole,
it follows you around the knoll.
But it takes an only son to know
the center of your breathless cold.
To compare us all,
you sketch out a neanderthal
to explain away your southern drawl,
with a switch to analog.
To hold you before you call it out.
Control you, and take the fall in doubt.
The golden blue is all we see, and all we do.
Now that you're inside,
you take a stab at proving your insight,
expressing your displeasure for delight,
like a useful idiot might.
You clean all your glasses
and turn around and water your grasses,
an endless joy that's slow as molasses.
And everyone knows you're alright.
To hold you before you call it out.
Control you, and take the fall in doubt.
The golden blue is all we see, and all we do.
And through the remote conscription of your soul,
you enlist your heart to fight all the ghosts, they move.
Following you to...the place you had removed
the evidence of you.
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6. |
Tributary II
04:51
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When the cypress starts to shake,
and the mountain feels a quake,
will you meet me when you wake to see it through?
Will you know that it's ok? Or will you..
go on and say
the truth that you will know
someday?
...the secrets that you choose
to keep, even though you know it's not ok?
Next to darkness there is light,
but underneath a moonless night,
a sedentary force of might will pull us through.
Will you say that it's alright?
Or will you stand and fight?
(so come on)
Go on and say
the truth that you will know
someday,
the secrets that you choose
to keep. Even though you know it's not ok.
Can you feel it
in your bones?
Can you hear it
in-between the stones?
When the cypress feels alive
you will never know what's right.
But your instinct will subside (in spite of you).
You will feel the mountainside.
Just another message from the night.
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7. |
Bazelon Brain
02:04
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Digging through what's left of the center stage.
Pouring over the texts that you postulate.
Did it ever occur they'd let you subjugate?
Did you think you could hide like a recessive trait?
You made yourself believe that everything was ok.
Heaven knows if you'd left we wouldn't be so gone.
Hell is where we subscribe to watch it all go wrong.
But it's also the place designed to make you strong.
Standing there in the dark with your swim trunks on.
You made yourself believe that everything
was honesty combined with honesty.
And then away, far away the life is gone before us.
And then away, far away the life is gone before us.
Overwhelmed and underfed, they survive.
Keep the promise that souls who are lost come alive.
But the life they've aspired to they've yet to realize.
And the contract that they signed, compromised.
You made yourself believe that everything
was honesty combined with honesty.
And then away, far away the life is gone before us.
And then away, far away the life is gone before us.
This is a gilded, this is a gilded wreath on reason.
This is a gilded, this is a gilded wreath on reason.
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BetaMax
05:40
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Every afternoon you buried me on the floor.
You'd pile them up and I would count down from four.
As she (mom) rolled the cassette, I always knew it was ours.
This quotidian ritual in video stone.
And I never knew that if you add it together I would be this far.
A future predetermining where we are.
A sensibility made from a southern star,
a constitution written with all my heart.
You knew you weren't his and that was ok.
He said "family's what matters son, anyway."
And though your chromosome origin is unknown,
he still gave you his brilliance and his aloof charm.
But I never knew that if you add it together you would go this far.
A future predetermining where you are.
A sensibility made from by a northern star (New Haven / West New Haven, CT),
a constitution written with all my heart.
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10. |
Master Tome
03:52
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When I was a boy,
you left me alone with nothing.
I had to enjoy
my own little world of something.
And I would never know that you were on your own.
When you were a child,
you wandered the frozen tundra.
You built a mirage
out of the lost centuries of
everything we've known.
A Master-Crafted Tome.
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