1. |
Southbound
06:24
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Invisible physicians, lawyers, and magicians.
An instant of existence at the table in the kitchen.
A flood-lit, floating highway,
Headlights slicing up a pathway into the driveway.
Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.
Southbound train-track traveler
Add another film roll, quick, into the camera.
Grey lake paint-stained body of water
To the left of the runway.
(Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.)
I got lost in Egypt,
Wandering around the figurines a hieroglyphics.
Paintings on the ceilings,
Colorful in contrast to the sandy statuettes.
I read the book of the dead backwards
And then I made my way to someone with a name-tag
For directions to a staircase.
I climbed a flight an realized the century had shifted,
I was awe-struck, gaping at the walls
I floated through the marble halls
Like some dis-jointed memory thrown across the room.
(From) back when I pumped gas, red shirt, black pants.
Drinking in the bathroom, heading for a heart-attack.
Never looking up from the sidewalk,
High-tops pounding out a beat in the pavement
(they went)
Yes, I'm a little bit wasted.
Just like a six-string, I sing only when I'm pressured
Or when I'm alone with a rhythm and a reason.
Heading for the season of the winter coat,
Heartbeat heavy as a suicide note.
Yes, I'm a little bit wasted;
Nevermind, I'm fine, walking in a straight line,
Trying out my voice for the first time.
Grey lake, paint-stained body of water
To the left of the runway.
Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.
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2. |
Sleepless Fever
03:43
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Oh those glowing eyes
Above the rocking chair
A steady stare
An undeniable sign
Dust unsettled by the sigh
The silent poltergeist
Drumming out a morse code message
On her ribcage bones
She sits beside the telephone
She hears a heartbeat in the dial-tone
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3. |
Insomnia Plague
03:29
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It's been sixty days
Since the black sky opened up the food-gates.
Fell down hard on the sun-stained fair-grounds.
Held back any
recollection
of the bloodshed
somehow.
And now
This unending rain
Stopping short on the surface of the watery graves
Is another, even nicer, simpler sort of silence these days.
Don't be so afraid of the insomnia plague.
This is what he wrote in the ripped-up note:
I've become something even less than a ghost.
Even more of a though, I've become a mirage.
I'm the shaky air encircling the flickering flame.
I'm the white wall swallowing the window frame.
Don't be so afraid of the insomnia plague.
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4. |
Untitled
04:42
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There's a shadow in the door-frame
With a hunger for the highway
The poison from the bee sting
The mirrors on the ceiling
The thunder and the lightning
The hibernating heart sings out
And I shake the hand of the seamstress
Pinning up the clouds like patches
A little bit blue around the edges
Hanging all the quilts from the ceilings
Another room, another day, another season
Another feeling
Another reason to call me a liar
Standing in the park beside the fire
Stepping over lines that I had drawn there
There's a quiet conversation
A discarded invitation
A statue on the fountain
A molehill on the mountain
A river through the kitchen
We're swimming in basement now
And I met the ghost in the mirror
Gave me quite a fright but I came nearer
Told me all his secrets in a whisper
And I had my palm read by the psychic weather reporter
Said he was a wicked fortune-teller
Gazing at the glowing teleprompter
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5. |
Sister
03:32
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People taking pictures underneath my balcony
I'm hearing conversations loud
It's like I'm sitting on the ground
But I'm above the empty street
With people walking under me
I know
It's been a long time, sister
Take a walk in the crystal city
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6. |
Milk
04:30
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Thick-skinned chameleon
Climbs the curtains hanging on the wall;
The only living ghost to grace the hall.
Meanwhile on the battlefield,
Another soldier boldly bites his tongue;
The only noble thing he's ever done.
Step one: wake up,
Now open your eyes,
Now float to the window,
Open the blinds,
Now nevermind
The cold shiver on your over-exposed spine
Still lying on the bed where you left it,
Soaking up the sleep from the mattress.
And that's it;
Feel your way to the kitchen,
Bring the milk to a simmer,
Spill the sugar on the surface of the counter,
Thin-skinned calcium sipper.
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7. |
Orion's Eyes
04:20
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My eyes rise
Toward the large dark
And toward the long light
Just in time
I think I
Can see the infinite sword
Of wide-eyed Orion
Silent, shimmering, lonesome
He's stuck in the sky
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