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1. |
Hans
05:31
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Hans
Hans
I've returned to sort things out
Hans
There's something you should know
Hans
I lost the baby
In the plaza
You and Franz
Are the only ones
i know here frankly
Hans
If I'm honest
Hans
Are you hearing me
Hans
I don't think you're hearing me
Hans
Let's be honest with ourselves
Hans
Can you give me a for instance please
Hans
I'll be back in a few hours
Hans
Think it over while I'm gone
There's money on my dresser
Think it over while I'm gone
Hans
Hans
Am I going crazy?
Is this marijuana?
Your magic wand is very pretty and entertaining
But I promised your mother
I know you're my employer
It would only be this one time
Hans
What should I tell them?
Hans
Can I count on you?
Is that what I'm hearing?
Hans
We shouldn't lie to ourselves any longer
Hans
I want you to listen when I'm talking
Hans
There's a reason I go so slow
Hans
I'm trying to get you to comprehend
Hans
How can I get it through your thick skull?
Hans
Look what you've done
Hans
On horseback near the seaside
Hans
What do you think an appropriate punishment would be?
Hans
Think it over while I'm gone
Hans
I'll be back in the morning
Hans
Try to get some rest
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2. |
Twins
04:42
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Twins
Asymmetrical smiles
Incongruent remarks
The words to an old song
Lost keys to locked hears
Put that away for a moment
Wait and see what happens
Remind you of someone else
Over the falls into the rapids
Swallow that system
Inform your left hand
Photon bouncers
Blackhole quicksand
Seeing double
Reading Braille
Troubling translation
Losing the trail
You win
Except when
You play yourself
Or your twin
Vigilant ears
Hang off the side of a helicopter head
Frankly my dear
At least a quadrant is already dead
Still you're climbing my spine
Like a nervous reverse Faye Wray
I'm a spider monkey
Being eaten by a snake
This big rotten apple
Is counting my teeth
I've been eating worms for so long
Birds smoke what I breathe
They get my attention
And I take it back
Keep your good and evil
Keep your red and black
I win
Except when
I play myself
Or my twin
Purple jumpsuit to the present
Gift of magic ghosts of Christmases
Past and future Dickenses
As in rain like numerous incidentses
Conveniently lacking witnesses
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3. |
Joni Kash Flags
03:44
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Joni Kash Flags
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4. |
Shirley
05:22
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Shirley
Gaping chasm
Roaring Twenties
The pretty blonde you were remembers me
I spent the whole damned time locked in the library
You let me out onto the sidewalk in the morning
On the bright side facing the cemetery
I stood there in the sunlight
Trying to remember
What it was I'd buried
Shellshocked shoemaker
Looking for a fix
My ancestors were collectors
But I can barely make a fist
I dreamt I was Solzhenitsyn
I didn't often sleep in beds
I got locked in the library
And I couldn't separate the threads
But they got one of those record players
And a box of floppy disks
If only old electricity could just learn
Some new tricks
Somewhere on sixteen millimeter
Sixteen means so many things
Sixteen hours of any of them
Make you take off your rings
A replica of this mausoleum in my ribcage
With the owl and the jockey and the rabbit
I woke up drenched in the snack machine
Ecstatic I didn't have a habit
I'm basically untouchable is what they're telling me
And anyway I'm quitting the band the Aviary
Living off the jolly ranchers
And the VHS completely
The foreseeable forthwith
Following my itinerary
Pardon our progressives
It's just temporary
Finesse is in the wrist again
Every February
Dark humor and pathos
Of which centennial American ethos
Or whoever's eighties exercises
Eccentrics say to weirdos
Portrait of normalcy
A replica of this mausoleum in every strip mall ribbon cutting
Overplay your hand
In every local primary
I'm locked in the library
With the history of everything
And I'm not lonely but you can join me
I wasn't wired to explode
I've become a faithful seamstress
I wasn't born this fragrant rhapsode
Prismatic rhapsode
Troubadour
An equation disguised in a broken melody
Not sure how i got myself
Locked in the library
I remain grateful
The library ain't locked in me
Define free
Something old
Something new
Something borrowed
God
I'm turning blue
Define parameters
You may not remember me
I thought that I'd forgotten you
You probably don't remember me
I've most certainly forgotten you
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5. |
Umbrella Factory
06:07
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Umbrella Factory
There is a subatomic sewing machine
Pricking at my subconscious again
Just like it did when I was in my nineties
I rehearsed that joke in a mirror once
In the future we will have more fun
We won't have to look for silver linings
I know that you're not speaking to me
But here's $500 please
Remember everything is in the timing
Undressing in olive silence gray
I just couldn't look away
From what you weren't even hiding
I could be anyone
You don't know me from Adam
You say it turns me on and
You couldn't begin to fathom
In the Umbrella Factory we craft a living world of wonders
Rendered in tatters mattering
Every stitch unraveling in tragedy neither groundbreaking nor earth shattering
Proletarian comedy of blunders pitter pattering
Lucien Freud and Harold Lloyd
Robin Williams as a boy
Lee Strasberg pantomiming
See I still see you
Now do you see me
When can we expect you to release the contents of your findings?
We get so pissed so blissfully
Trashing whatever's happening
In favor of that for which we are pining
And the sirens that hoover snow banks for your pimps
Wind up smoking drywall over identity politics
Empty your pockets and lick the linings
It really could be anything
Do I detect a pattern lanterning?
You say you like the way I say your name
It's the opera of the unanswered ring
In the Umbrella Factory we craft a living world of wonders
Rendered in tatters mattering
Every stitch unraveling in tragedy neither groundbreaking nor earth shattering
Proletarian comedy of blunders pitter pattering
I glisten when I polaroid
Like a stained glass lieutenant lactating
I'm straight up lying
I am obscure and cryptic on purpose
Yes to hurt you
What time is not mine of dying?
Manufacturer of mattresses
Envoy to enchantresses
Ease my transition into afterlifing
Tell the suits Ima be late
Need to Lenny Bruce damn straight
If you call that unwinding
I could be anyone
You don't know me from Adam
You say it turns me on and
You couldn't begin to fathom
In the Umbrella Factory we craft a living world of wonders
Rendered in tatters mattering
Every stitch unraveling in tragedy neither groundbreaking nor earth shattering
Proletarian comedy of blunders pitter pattering
Seriously
Happily
Don't worry
Someone out her loves you
Magically
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6. |
Pop's Story
04:43
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Pop's Story
Every morning
5AM:
The smell of the story drifting in
Birdsong bells and women's voices
I guess I don't have many choices
Red disk horizon
Signature move
Childhood pockets
Missing clues
Fingers can't quite reach
Skipping up penrose steps
Spinning standing still
You'll never guess what's coming next
Pop's story
Combine captures sunrise
Assassin Jesse Kennedy screams
You and your pipe dreams
You and your pipe dreams
Go down and light
Go down and light
Go down and light
The furnace inside me
For fuck's sake
I'm Pop's story
Tapping out a heartbeat
A vein
This rotating mobile home
Family geometry
DNA
Sew me together
The slightest move splits the seams
The atom the skull the electorate
The experts annotating my dreams
With a description of a phenomenon
That isn't really what's happening
An abstraction of a depiction
Of someone I thought I should be
I chew on Pop's story twenty four seven
Got my sights set on an eternity
In this throbbing heave
Pop's Story
In this heaving heathen heaven
Speedball by ya
Fools and kings
Engine sings diamond rings
Pop's story
Many things
Many things
In this revving rewarding heaven
I can't believe my eyes
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7. |
The Gaffer
04:15
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The Gaffer
Film crew in the Amazon
Film crew in the Philippines
Film crews in Laos and Thailand too
Film crews in the jungle
Every day and every night dude
Seems that's just what I do
I worked for Coppola and Herzog
Lucas and Spielberg
I shot the Deer Hunter and the Killing Fields
Year of Living Dangerously, First Blood, and Greystoke
Art films with little commercial appeal
The mad lad hatter
Like Dennis Hopper
In Monte Carlo
The gaffer's gaffer
I'm quite a talker
I make the juice flow
I make the juice flow
We do it all for you
Mr and Miss Theatergoer
I gotta tell you I've seen it all
From the other side of the cameras and the microphones
I am the gaffer
I'm the fourth wall
When the shooting's over and they call it a wrap
We wind down and try to get loose
You can come up to the party and ask any actor
They'll say he's the gaffer
He turns on the juice
I don't make a ton of money
But there's plenty of honey
And I've always been a king bee
I try to maintain perspective
Cos I ain't the director
But I got the electricity
I make the juice flow
When the credits roll, remember
I make the juice flow
From the Orinoco flow to the Gulf of Mexico
I make the juice flow
I make the juice flow
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8. |
Sammy's Data
04:21
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Sammy's Data
The Basquiat I bought cost a lot
That and the yacht were only part of what we got
For Sammy's Data
She was hot to trot
But I was not
So we fought
Rehashed the whole episode
Over Sammy's data
Her name's Murphy
She calls me Watt
Our expertise is often sought
By other insiders who knew
We got the drop
On Sammy's Data
We can go wherever you want
Let me drive for a little while
We just delivered Sammy's data
We can afford to get lost in style
We can go wherever you want
Let me drive for a while
We just delivered Sammy's data
We can afford to get lost in style
We can go wherever you want
Let me drive for a little while
We just delivered Sammy's data
We can afford to get lost in style
We can go wherever you want
Let me drive for a while
We just delivered Sammy's data
We can afford to get lost in style
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9. |
St. Kurt
05:34
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St. Kurt
2
14
2020
I can barely stand to see my kids
outside the starbucks in the freezing
cold i'm always hungry
I'm pulling up the kid who was too cool to cry when you died
Still breaks down every few years
Goes home to do laundry
Saint Kurt Cobain
How did you escape?
Might there not yet be a better way for kids who cut their teeth vaping Amber waves of grain
Listening to Kurt Cobain
Do your best version of South Central Rain
With silver pantyhose over your unshaven face
Soul to keep or soul to take
Please don't make the same mistake I made
Saint Kurt
You're an absolute angel
I hope I die in your arms
So you can feed me to the sharks
My look what we've generated
Inside our box shaped hearts
Saint Kurt Cobain
Please don't be waiting for me
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10. |
Philip
04:26
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Philip
I need to work and I need to see you
My children don't love me and all my fear
Can anybody tell me
Who are all these people?
I don't see what it matters
I can be funny
Who I love
Who I love
Who I love
and all the meanings
Broadway or London
Black tar or scramble
China white
Bonita and quinine
Even if
It's just Shakespeare in the park
Bike messenger
Massage parlor
My agent
My agency
Are you going to come see me?
I have to hang up now
Even if
We're just dancing in the dark
Even if
It's just Shakespeare in the park
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11. |
Train Lens
03:59
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Train Lens
Light bends in the train lens it's alright
You and I could glow together all night
I wanna give you all the glory
Don't you wanna hear my story?
There's Chance
In the Nike trainers
Neon pink
Laces right
Waiting on the light rail platform
Clocking the clicker
Carries it light
Roll a blunt and tip that hat
To the rent a cop brother
Puff three times and pass
Dumb ass ain't no undercover
Ain't got no spray cans
I'm strictly pens and magic markers
Still dontcha sweat the techniques man
Stick to stickers and watercolors
I was jumping trains in Memphis
When I was in my tens
Call it the Southern Pacific Academy
Where I learned to train my train lens
We gonna ride up to the aqueduct
Break something off for the skaters
Climb up on them big rocks
Act like we're actors and laugh at all the waiters
We're up here in a big sky
As big as anybody's big time
Let me spend some in your light
We could glow together shine bright
All night
We could glow together shine bright all night
We could glow together shine bright all night alright
Ima hang your name in the sky
Write it better than I write mine
Glow in the dark and dance in the fire
Girl you're so fine
Strange butterfly
We could glow together shine bright
We could glow together all night
Light bends in the train lens its alright
Wanna give you all the glory all night
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12. |
Anomalies
06:27
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Matthew H. Welch Baltimore, Maryland
Songmaker, Singer, Guitar Player, Producer for SIGINT. Formerly of the Aviary and Pedge. Poetic Rock and Roll From A Future.
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