1. |
Eyes Will Alter
04:25
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Behind a tree whose leaves don't fall
Next to a bench uncovered
The fading door still opens wide
The bar still serves to midnight
You know I wonder, I wonder how he saw it then
Did he drink with a lover?
More than 40 years it stands
More than 40 years
The trick of light still hides it well
The element disguised it
It only shines in afternoon
You wouldn't want to spend it
You know I wonder, I wonder if he saw it then
Was he the one to hide it?
More than 40 years ago
See it -- how it's stayed the same
Yet my eyes have altered it
Knowing not where it had traveled
Or the part it played
See how it must never change
But my eyes will alter it
Still there's this moment to steal
To see it
feel it
try it
find it
More than 40 years it lies
More than 40 years
Through 20 cities and 16 towns
It carries me to the ocean
It doesn't stop and it won't slow down
It doesn't ask any questions
You know I wonder, I wonder how he saw it then
Did he ride to the ocean?
More than 40 years ago
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2. |
A Hunger Artist
01:53
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Someday they'll hear this song
Someday they'll know it
Someday they'll know how wrong
How wrong they were
For ignoring it
No they won't
It's just a song
No one's wrong
For ignoring a song
It's just a self-indulgence
Now I'm near dead
Forget what I said
I wrote it for you
Cause I'm wrong there, too
I wrote it for me
And now I can't even see
What the point used to be
(So maybe I'll turn into a businessman and die)
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3. |
Gosh
02:20
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Maybe you have an answer
Maybe you have an answer
Maybe you have an answer
Maybe you have the answer
Maybe you're God
Are you God?
You're so beautiful
You're so perfect
You must be God
I thought I found you once before
Maybe twice before
But they just ended up being human
It got so boring
I'm glad you're not boring
I'm glad you're perfect
God
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4. |
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Don't brush against, don't bruise
the certainties -- kernels
Indispensable, at the center
of being, grains of truth soft
beneath a life's rough shell.
Do not rupture, don't ruin
mind's genitalia, home grown
or paid for with tuition,
prayed for and swallowed whole.
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5. |
The Post-Literate Age
00:58
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mind all dead
and body crying
looking forward
and seeing nothing
the past is heavy
and rich with promise
future is stark
and future is dying
the present murders
without trying
without thinking
there is nothing
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6. |
Information
04:12
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Eating eating eating
Not gaining any weight
But not gaining any knowledge
They consume what they can
And then shit it out later
In trivial banter
Collect all the wordage
And use it as roughage
Describe non-experience
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7. |
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Touch her meanings, pick, peel
assumptions, and mace sprays
from her tongue, the car keys gouge,
feet kick and run. And him--
his certainty's like a wallet
he needs to buy the world: he pats
his hip ten times an hour, defends
his creed with shouts and blows.
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8. |
With Every Breath
02:32
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9. |
Anachronism
01:37
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trapped inside today
but yesterday was so pure
everything that's now is a lie
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10. |
Hope
04:18
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11. |
Meaning Slips Away
02:22
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Meaning slips away
Life remains-- but it's see-through and empty
Action without motive
Action without feeling
Action without actual movement
The movement's in the past
Present looks to past
But the past never gives-- it only hints
At what the future will never bring
and all I can do is stand here
and watch all the glass break around me
discarded action
oppression prevails
where's the emotion?
there is no motion
as humans, we've failed
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12. |
Unconscious
04:22
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13. |
Worldpain
00:26
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What is happening to our world?
(It seems like we're not even part of it)
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14. |
Concrete And Steel
01:16
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Concrete and steel: the buildings make up the walls of our cage
Bones, blood, and flesh: we aimlessly walk through the man-made wake
(We're barely alive
we don't even see
that we're part of the earth)
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15. |
Art
02:07
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YOU KINDA GET TIRED OF BEING TEN-THIRTIED TO DEATH
YA KNOW SO SO COULDJA EXPRESS ME PLEASE REALLY AND
COULDJA MAKE IT QUICK I'M SORTA IN A HURRY TODAY OH
THANK YOU THAT'S A PRETTY COLOR HOW MUCH WILL IT
COST CAN I PUT IT ON MY CARD WANTS TO KNOW WHY IT'S
GETTING SO HARD TO HEAR YOU WHAT WITH THE GARBAGE
BAGS OVER THE WINDOW AND THE MUZAK SHITTING ON
MY FOOD I NERVOUSLY UNWRAP THE TOY PRESIDENT AND
WHILE VOMITING YOUR DESSERT DISCUSS HOW IT'S GETTING
INCREASINGLY DIFFICULT TO BELIEVE IN ANYTHING OTHER
THAN ONE'S OWN SEX ORGAN IN PRIVATE AND IN PUBLIC
WE RUN TO GET TO THE WALK SIGNS SO AS TO NOT HAVE
TO THINK ABOUT WHAT'S BETWEEN OUR NOSES SAFETY
FIRST WE JUMP OUT THE WINDOW ON FIRE AND THEN DECIDE
TO COMMIT SUICIDE IT'S THE NEW AGE SO DON'T MAKE A
MESS WHILE THE REST OF US TRY TO SAVE THE RACE FROM
EXTINCTION AND FOR WHAT REASON SEEMS LIKE THERE USED
TO BE A REASON HMMMMMM.....
MAYBE IT'S AN ENDURANCE CONTEST
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16. |
Alone
01:25
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17. |
Cost Of Living
01:28
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18. |
David, We Could
01:33
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19. |
Beautiful
03:40
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You might as well be beautiful
Go ahead-- it doesn't matter
I don't know you
I can barely see you
I could probably hear you if I tried
This sickness doesn't see
It only breeds
And what it's doing to me: I can see
how it feeds
how it needs and needs
and its seeds are growing
and not letting me
be free to leave
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Born during the first few seconds of 1981; many decades later: still here.
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