1. |
Shellstar
06:06
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Nothing changes the condition: dormant sooted desertion
When a violet peeling shows teeth glowing,
horizons fleeing, lilacs swaying
A sublime wander through summer fire
The char the ash the cough the roar
I question the reason for the freedom in unfeeling
I question the reason in this furnace of revealing
Salvage the illusion of once mint gardens
Before a violet peeling showed teeth glowing,
horizons fleeing, lilacs swaying
When it takes you, you’ll be remembered
young and kind for all time
I question the reason for the freedom in unfeeling
I question the reason in this furnace of revealing
All my reasons gone
Flooded with raining
Levees are breaking
Houses are bursting
Sisters are sleeping
Yearning for touch but it’s all too much
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2. |
In Blur
05:29
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In blur, father
glanced over stirred
Imagined you laughing
Muddied feet dancing
What is this aching prism?
This prison wincing
Receiving sudden swaths of dogma
Wandering over royal yonder
Wandering over flooded ground again
What does daylight look like in this chaos of cold?
What does daylight look like?
Solitude and falling into respites now
In blur, hovered
Accepted devotion
Unearther, bleeding ark of creation…
Who are you now?
Forgive the trembling love,
I’m weak and acting bold
and alone
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3. |
Great Mass of Color
06:00
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Quiet as a cradle,
I laid in a middle night drift, spinning
Hissed at the moon
Conjured up the flowers
to fix my impression of the gloom
I feel them all
Great mass of color
flooded in my bed
I feel them all
Great mass of color
flooded in my bed
Dissolving into red
Half awake holding my ghost in the morning
Sunlight coming down the bend
Maroon sky on the send
My great former terror
When trees gave doves the leaves
and I was grim drunk death—
a stranger to myself
I feel them all
Great mass of color
flooding in my bed
I feel them all
Great mass of color
flooding in my bed
Dissolving into red
Can I accept I’m real?
Do I need this affection? Do you?
Do you need this confusion? Do you?
Living trapped inside this body
Soft, haunted, waiting, wanting
Measured change evades real healing
Taking love with little reason
Seeing you as I was: behind a locked door,
nervous and a fool
Seeing you as I was: desperate for men to guide you
You are the sea and nobody owns you
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4. |
Neptune Raining Diamonds
03:05
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5. |
Lament for Wasps
07:08
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Frigid bedroom capture in a Spring without desire
Harvesting brightness despite
drawn to the heat, not the light
I lay steady
Stare at the ceiling waking fears of nothing
You lament for wasps
You glow cobalt
in the home of the friendless
Another night spent fussing,
feasting like the lords,
laughing at the fronting,
singing to the chords of Hell imagined
In this perfect hour
Gasping in a sleepless kneel
Holding onto gleaming teal
I lay steady
Stare at the ceiling waking fears of nothing
You lament for wasps
You glow cobalt
in the home of the friendless
Another night spent fussing,
feasting like the lords,
laughing at the fronting,
singing to the chords of Hell imagined
Lament for wasps
Cobalt blue
Once again this color sees an end
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6. |
Villain
05:41
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A cold floor fit for you
in all your midnight itching
No one coming quickly to
save you from the After
Hurried with the hounds now
He’s my own
Eclipsing my love,
his rottweiler sermon
He’s my own
Driving the talons,
my own villain rising
30 months I’m still asking
if 30 months feels strong
30 months I’m seeking
a 30 months’ fortune
Inform my mother’s people
30 months is war
dealing with the blood of
30 years well worn
He’s my own
Eclipsing my love,
his rottweiler sermon
He’s my own
Driving the talons,
my own villain rising
You’re not alarmed by this heady division?
My own villain rising
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7. |
The Gnashing
05:34
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Buried secrets
Mythic meanings
in tender oceans spilling crimson
A leaking thimble flowing fragile
Oozing tension into blue
Hear these howls hurling our present
I know what this costs us
Hear these howls
Embrace the gnashing
I know what this costs us
I know it’s exhausting you
Without you, I am hushed
A hush like cloaking garments over shivers
In this honeyed season,
why are the boys bleeding?
Have your tears touched someone’s eyes tonight?
Now I see you’re weeping with reason
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8. |
Other Language
06:10
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In dreams speaking
in other language
Held you closely
Fed on lightning
How could you see beacons shining in the shallow?
How could you know relief while sinking to
mirages out of view?
Crawl and wander
Tears to water
Growing this garden alone
How could you see beacons shining in the shallow?
How could you know relief while sinking to
mirages out of view?
Blues and golds—
jewels for Heaven knows
I know I hear the sound
Imagine loving you
at funerals for the few
Navel gazing birds escaping
before the quake comes crashing
Waiting in the light to die
Bound wet legs splayed for the heat wave
Waiting in the light to die
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9. |
Mombasa
08:17
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Stranded naked on the sandbar,
echoed from the stars
Neon sea snake
cemetery roaming under dusk
Doberman visions
You’re undressing—
mute and bleary
Hillside castles baking down to sand
Shamed red Chopin
plays awful sounds from the dresser
Nurses hands carving in slate
hummingbird gestures
Sleeping in nectar
Teething on freedom
The hospital bed filled with your apathy
In a haze of heat, a father hums his tragic song
Before the cold sees its ceremony in your icy eyes,
the daybreak glance given
Travel now
Where they can’t let you down
Where you can’t fail them now
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