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Slander
04:06
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funny thing about sleight of hand is
you exercise belief
far less than those designs to pry you
from the pearls you clutch
to pay the
pitch black ruminations
doubt leaves waiting at your door
alone as much alarmed,
well you'll thank me for that one.
a great old downer
from a brittle cloud.
and if I could, I know I would
write you out.
a great old downer
from a brittle cloud.
and if I could, I know I would
write you out.
funny thing about gut instinct?
it's just your hunger playing coy.
careful now,
there's danger where the cattails
close in
the shoals were very still until
the labored breathing of the squall.
the shoals were very still until...
it swept us all overland
swept us all overland
a great old downer
from a brittle cloud.
and if I could, I know I would
write you out.
a great old downer
from a brittle cloud.
and if I could, I know I would
write you out.
alone as much alarmed,
well you'll thank me for that one.
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Snow-Eater
03:02
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It nearly knocks me on my back,
steals my breath, and carries on its way.
A clearing left fallow where I let lie,
nodding on and off.
No wonder where it's ran.
So I guess I never really answered you, huh?
I just stared back into its wailing mouth.
Landed there, an Indian summer late.
It follows wild, unmending as it strays.
Lost the plot and gasping for refrain,
nodding on and off.
No wonder where it's ran.
The pain that friends so often carry hid.
All aflutter, spikes and rattles in the breast.
So we keep them in our worry, but dare to speak.
How the rafters laughed a chorus for their sakes.
But I guess I never really answered you, huh?
I just stared back into its wailing mouth.
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3. |
The Gila and the Salt
03:49
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I'm alright, and how about you? I scarcely remember your face. All but for the ties that kept us one, I'd second guess your name.
Held my breath so long I passed out in your open arms.
Every flooded fertile crescent wonders when it's gonna dry up. It's a parlor game, divining parched earth til it's gone to dust. I rode out on the Brill line about til I was halfway home. A sliver of light from inside shone on the overgrown palms.
Held my tongue so quick as you passed right by the windowsill.
Curses echo in the cracked spire where we sweated our dreams out.
Deep, deep time. The past couldn't know.
Deep, deep time. The past couldn't know.
Deep, deep time. The past couldn't know.
How long was it wasted on me when your patience broke? You're blooming in derelict corners where I blush in repose.
A nod, unknown to all those now:
hardly gone, just yet to come about.
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4. |
Her Favorite Flying Nun
03:26
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I was awake
sooner than I'd hoped
yet still astonished
that you'd cared to write
I was an insect
in a mason jar
and how tragic
to talk in circles down
and if a name escapes you now, of course that fits.
just keep your whispers poised, it'll be alright.
there is a road
that winds itself into knots
and that laminate wish
is spun out in its curves
as if to leave
the abyss forlorn
that kind of joke's
seen itself out.
and if a name escapes you now, of course that fits.
just keep your whispers poised, it'll be alright.
and if the vantage settles in, with the long sun at your back.
just keep your whispers poised...
tomorrow's an unknown caller,
and _submarine bells_ was the last I heard.
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A label-not-label in tha 865. Serving up things that jangle and things that warble.
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