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The Game
02:35
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You played the game anew,
saw the ball from a different angle.
And now as you swing through,
as always, so much to do.
You can let if flow forth, wash away, throw it all out.
Turning a phrase, damn it to hell.
Feel the malaise seeping in
Do it again, I doubt it’s a sin.
Don’t feel ashamed of sleeping in.
In the interest of saving face,
you changed the names, rearranged the place.
The only victim then was taste.
You shrug your shoulders, it doesn’t matter.
You can tear it apart, set it ablaze, frame it in archival glass.
Turning a phrase, damn it to hell.
Feel the malaise seeping in
Do it again, I doubt it’s a sin.
Don’t feel ashamed of sleeping in.
It gets heavy, it grows dark.
They’re shining flashlights outside the park,
looking for your hit’s remains.
You’d like to think so, you hope it does go.
You can show a close friend, post it online,
or carry it with you to your grave.
Turning a phrase, damn it to hell.
Don't feel the malaise creeping in
Do it again, I doubt it’s a sin.
Don’t feel ashamed of sleeping in.
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Moonburn
03:28
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Cut your losses, cut your hair.
It was the first thing off the top of my head today.
Now I’m laughing, see I made a joke.
I’ll sew my sides together, no need to file a claim.
Sloganeering, small talk champion.
I spit it out so often, the changes stay the same.
Where’s my moon burn now?
I have been taking shade, working days.
Where’s my moon burn now?
I have been taking shade from the moonlight.
Where’s my moon burn now?
I have been taking shade, working days… away from the moonlight. yeah.
Laissez faire dentistry ’s my new career.
I’m getting good at pulling teeth, excel at pulling hair… out.
No don’t tell my friends…
okay ask my friends, I think they’d probably stick up for me.
Well that all depends…
yes I guess it depends, I swear it’s not my philosophy.
Yes, I do my part.
I retrace my footsteps trying to halve my footprint.
I’d just like a taste. I’ll offset my waste. I’ll offset my waste!
Where’s my moon burn now?
I have been taking shade, working days.
Where’s my moon burn now?
I have been taking shade from the moonlight.
Where’s my moon burn now?
I have been taking shade, working days… away from the moonlight.
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3. |
Drop A Line
03:16
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I drop a line, from time to time
More like in a blue moon
Some crumb— a bit of shared nostalgia
Like recalling a tune
We trade hellos every once in a while
More like in a blue moon
What’s new, same old, you know…
Remember when we used to sing
Happy Birthday over Unsolved Mysteries
Didn’t really make it seem
Any less obscene
How’s the weather in Tennessee?
I can picture all the greenery.
Appreciate the little things…
I speak my mind from time to time
More like in a blue moon
Some dumb— criticism will haunt me
Like recalling a tune
And then, of course I’ll smooth things over
More like in a blue moon
What’s new, same old, you know…
Remember when we used to sing
Happy Birthday over Unsolved Mysteries
Didn’t really make it seem
Any less obscene
How’s the weather in Tennessee?
I can picture all the greenery
Appreciate the little things…
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4. |
Find
02:43
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Find a patch of light.
Lie down on the floor and bask awhile.
At least you can tell yourself the days are growing longer now.
At least you can tell yourself the nights are growing warmer—How
is it not spring? Is it not spring?
Find a patch of light.
Lie down on the floor and bask awhile.
There’s light enough to see your keys to find your door when you get home from— Work
is such a breeze, when it is blowing through. I find I seek to—
Find a patch of light.
Lie down on the floor and bask awhile.
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Vata Non Grata
03:05
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The wind whips the trash into the front yard,
the plastic in the driveway
the leaves up on the porch.
Heartbeat echoed in your eardrum.
Looking for the sunlight,
crane your neck, unclench your jaw.
Thunder of bins across the sidewalk,
your neighbors in their bathrobes,
dragging cans out to the street.
Numbers 1-6,
burning a county over.
Get used to the acrid smoke.
Vata non grata, LOL.
Vata non grata, LOL!
Cilia like dandelions
gone to seed and losing volume.
Really I should come to terms with
the only thing I’m truly sure of.
Cilia like dandelions
gone to seed and losing volume.
Really I should come to terms with
the only thing I’m truly sure of.
Vata non grata, LOL.
Vata non grata, LOL!
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What's Good
02:07
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Sat down to catch up with an old friend
But I dropped my diary, ages ago.
Settling up, settling down. They moved the paper press out of town.
What’s fit to print bleeds in the dark.
What is Good? What is going on? What is Just? And what is good?
Fed up, let down, fearful again.
In case you missed it, here is a thread.
Unspooled, unwound, the site you’re looking for can’t be found,
a place you thought you’d been.
What is Good? What is going on? What is Just? And what is good?
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7. |
Space Heater
02:20
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8. |
The Same
02:42
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It’s the same, almost the same everyday.
Little shame, wake with handheld dismay.
You know better, bathed in blue light display.
Touch of gray, Mayer’s shredding today.
Scroll this way, gerrymandering play.
Full of static, full of habits to change.
“Don’t even worry,” some post will say.
“The end is coming, or so we pray.”
Caldera ticking, blow us away.
Nation shame, it’s the same everyday.
The refrain, is “resistance”— okay.
uncomplacent, turn your face to the flame.
“Don’t even worry,” some post will say.
“The end is coming, or so we pray.”
Caldera ticking, turn us to clay.
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