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Never Odd or Even
06:21
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Don’t you know?
It’s a cruel world, cruel world
Imposing symmetry
It’s a cruel world, cruel world
It’s just the wind you wouldn’t know
Amidst haunted halls, you are my favorite weather
Under your finger, sitting still and vanilla
Tamped down and fuzzy, like smoke tangled in a feather
Don’t you know?
It’s just a hard shell to crack
No lack of wishing things away into the cornfield
But every candied sunset caught is not the spirit of the dawn
And I’ll meet you in the middle, meet you in the middle
Don’t you know?
Don’t you know?
It’s a cruel world, cruel world
Imposing symmetry
It’s a cruel world, cruel world
It’s just the reason of no reason
All is never odd or even when indoors the season’s cold
I don’t know how to fix it
But I can try
Yeah, I will try
Don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t you know?
Don’t you know?
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2. |
One Thousand Pounds
05:23
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She: the earth’s rotation
Too fast to feel on any scale, for anyone looking
A delicate edge, a candle’s black wick
My intentions a city of windows unlit
With a breath full of love
To surface and linger
And a head full enough
Fighting every finger
One thousand rumored pounds of tension
I’ve learned my lesson
Unsteady my hot hard season
Abandoning the nets for an uncertain beacon
A slippery hum on darkening shores
She’s gone where I was before
With a breath full of love
And a threat of drowning
And a head full enough
To tumble asleep around me
One thousand rumored pounds of tension
I’ve learned my lesson
It would rot the pretty teeth right out of your head
To gasp an atmosphere so sugary
When all the eyes of all the pictures in the room
Are following your every move
But you’re sure that no one’s listening
And the air is thicker than you thought
And all the notes you hit are wrong
Before a hummingbird even feels her wings are beating
And no one’s listening
No one’s listening
And no one’s listening
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3. |
Monster Heart
04:53
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Blowing eyelashes to
Wince from beauty
It’s all just code to me
Mix my signals
So the proof is in
The beating of my monster heart
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4. |
Women Into Water
04:10
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To try kissing your skull
To get at your brain
And reach some of the sickness you hold
To worry about
Your aching windows
And women into rushing water
To simply imagine your clothes off and draw
Then seeing you standing naked in cloudy morning
Post-shower tears in your hair, thinking
Of women into cold water
Women into cold water
Women into cool water
Women into cool water
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5. |
The Art of Disappearing
05:48
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Watch your words and watch your tone
Scale your hurt to telephones
“A better place”
Bring on the swarms
It’s just part of the routine
The art of disappearing
The mask of sympathy and “God has a plan”
It’s just part of the deal
The art of disappearing
The fear and seldom-seens, but God has a plan
Bashful cheeks and restful eyes
Lily-scented, euphemized
“We’ll be together again,”
So…
It’s just part of the routine
The art of disappearing
The mask of sympathy and “God has a plan”
It’s just part of the deal
The art of disappearing
The fear and seldom-seens, but God has a plan
It’s just part of the routine
The art of disappearing
The mask of sympathy and “God has a plan”
It’s just part of the deal
The art of disappearing
The fear and seldom-seens, but God has a plan
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6. |
{Apophenia}
01:02
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7. |
So Small and So Loud
03:55
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A meteor that night
In a fingernail-mark trajectory
The sodium vapor lights, like sickened fireflies
Adorned 270
And shone on a face
I guess it’s mine
I guess it’s time
And nothing is forever, and nothing is forgiving
Our desperation for shapes in the clouds
And nothing is unlimit, and nothing is unknowing
I am so small and so loud
The soft milky way suffocated
On the pike
Why does my heart always break
And want to obliviate going 65?
And memory’s unfair, I found my first gray hair
Maybe I was looking
And it took me
And nothing is greater, and nothing is granting
Absolution for being earthbound
And nothing is confident, and nothing is caring
I am so small and so loud
I am so small and so loud
I am so small and so loud
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8. |
Bloodletting
08:02
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I can’t tell anymore…
Another bloodletting, and I keep forgetting the words
To spells I’ve ghost-written, cast thirsty and hidden
Not masked, but obscured
Yes, I know the draw of zeros and ones
The coward’s soft all-or-none
The call of iron unrung
It’s deafening
Kills me slowly
This song is only ash remembering fire
Another confession like my heart’s a lesson to learn
Like this search is relevant, like wishing self-evidence
Will sharpen my blur
Yes, I know the sweet call of tight lips and lungs
But my body is electric
And those armies always present
And those flights furious
I can’t tell anymore
Kills me slowly
This song is only ash remembering fire
Kills me slow
This song is only ash remembering fire
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10. |
Pulling Down the Moon
04:13
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Lost in animal dreams
My bones will always freeze
Under floorboards start to creak
Predawn parties and fuzzy teeth
There’s maroon here under my nails
Burning radios and trails
Call me Jonah or call me the whale
Swallowed down in the belly of the beast
And oh, I’d like to know
Who keeps adding to this feathery load?
Who’s the one headed back to the womb?
Who’s the one pulling down the moon?
There’s a blackness I love most
Dead deer in her dark winter coat
Haunted but I don’t like to boast
All my neighbors are ghosts
The coals have all burnt down
Climb to the atrium and fly around
I was born to this no-horse town
And my voice, it just echos
Dig up the salt of the earth
And drag it ‘round again
There’s truth in the gems of the sky
And I’m on the mend
Pulling down the moon and chaining it to paper
And nothing will hurt again
And oh, I’d like to know
Who keeps adding to this feathery load?
Who’s the one headed back to the womb?
Who’s the one pulling down the moon?
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11. |
Open To Injury
07:04
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A paper on my pillow
Blinking through nights after bleary nights
Open to injury, arms wide for mystery
A poem in the way we plot our Children’s Crusade
In the face of a crushing wave, fracturing floral graves
What’s the sport in covering the beautiful stain it makes?
Galaxies of planes tossed across the sky
You under the noise, and you under the lights
Slower than honey, spreading sweeter than sunshine
Deep as a bruise
The dark we fell in
Without any memory, the mark is still under my skin
Sweeter than honey
I think I must be blind
Drunk on the liquor of our love
Mixed into the mortar of
Horror and surprise
Horror and surprise
Horror and surprise
Horror and surprise
The mark is still under my skin
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