1. |
Every Red Light
03:10
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Every spider spinning web on the horizon
Every red light run through
All the lightning bugs multiplying in old glass
Every red light run through
The girls we used to pray for
In our bed-smothered rooms
Every smoke detector detuned
All the candles switched out for road flares
All the tripwire and trapdoors
Every conversation was (crossed out)
Every red light run through
At 11:11 death was ever present
So I made a wish, i made a wish
I made a moth come to me
Death was a red light
Death was read light
Death was a red light
I invited her into my room
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2. |
Bottom Feeding
02:24
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Carp will sit on a lure for weeks
Between harpoons of stainless steel
Sometimes you get the same effect with beads
Tethered but continuing to feed
Carp don’t feel their injuries
Pulling and fraying their lead
Someplace where a hook can be buried
Tethered infinitely downstream
Sucking in pebbles and spitting them out
Tasting the ground for something worth eating
Shit tastes good to carp
Eats shit and shits it back out
Shit tastes good to carp
I’m so hungry, I'm so hungry
Running the bodies, running bodies
Into the slicing waves of guillotine blades
Into the slicing waves, into the slicing waves
of guillotine blades
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3. |
There Will Be Lost Dogs
02:21
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This is epic pornography
A collapsing sky
Conflation of senses, a set of points
Constellation undefined
You can no longer see
The fronts of houses from the street
Covered up by rolls of soggy carpet
And walls of debris
I’m floating down river, flushed into the gulf
Sitting above the pressures of selection
My chances have been dashed
My chances dashed
This is wretched pornography
Disaster defined
The fan cuts out and I am lifted
Up into the sky
The blood is storming
But I don’t heed the warning
The blood is storming
But I don’t heed the warning
My chances have been dashed
There will be wild dogs for a time
There will be lost dogs –
Until they are all slaughtered
Without collars
And placed in elevated graves
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4. |
Just Opened Up a Sewer
03:27
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Black out the windows
Sew up my mouth
You marked me
And now we’re betrothed
Grab your parasol
My good-time girl
And prepare to get splattered
I just opened up a sewer
As if it even mattered
It doesn’t even matter
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5. |
v. Host
05:05
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Stuck on the outer ends of the net
Waiting for the servant to open the door
Waiting for the host and the entertainment
Waiting for the ballroom dancing
Stuck here waiting for the mask-faced servant
With his slip-shifting eye slits
Ah, here he comes with a knife-
Cut me loose, cut me loose
Cut me loose, cut me loose,
Cut me loose my good man
In this hopeless cocoon, dinner is served.
Spilt wine glasses, burst stitches,
spur of the moment purchase,
inside deals on insurance,
third divorce, bear market curse
No one wants to move,
No one wants to move
No one wants to move
No one wants to move
Frayed ends, inherited dividends,
bad back, fucked and fat.
No one wants to move
No one wants to move
No one wants to move
Bibs and belts loose
Microwave-safe body-bag,
alimentary shit canal,
signatures of black ink,
shopping mall glass counter eau d’ stink,
spider bites, first class flights,
unpaid bills, swallowed pills,
finger down throat, settled out of court
No one wants to move,
No one wants to move,
No one wants to move
The appetizers smell used.
Handkerchief stain, the leftovers decay,
voter recognition, supple composition
(no one wants to move)
can barely see through the saturation,
black handshake compensation
Oh the sweet smell of sucksex, of bank checks,
of end of year returns, and acid reflux burns
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6. |
Mocktails for Algernon
03:21
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It’s an embarrassment
Walking rocks in my shoes
It’s an embarrassment
Talking points of former abuse
Doing The Time Warp
With my head on a pike
It’s a snuff film jibjab
Auto-playing the low points in my life
It’s an embarrassment
Out in the world wearing a muzzle
It’s an embarrassment
Switch to clear liquids for summer
Taking a forced sabbatical
Man what creep
It’s rinse, wash, repeat
Rinse, wash, repeat
So I let the steam put me to sleep
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7. |
In the sink
03:53
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I am a pilgrim, this is my prayer
I am a pilgrim, this is my prayer
Can I be forgiven for all my errors
Can I be forgiven for all my errors
It starts in a rotten place:
Piano wire coiled around my neck
A diet consisting of fiberglass insulation
Biting and biting and biting
The inside of my mouth into pleats
Re-organizing the alimentary canal
I need to stop looking for girls in the bottom of buckets
Need to stop trying to rescue them from suppository
I am a pilgrim, this is my prayer
I am a pilgrim, this is my prayer
Can I be forgiven for all my errors
Can I be forgiven
Can I be forgiven
My body is covered with bed sores
It’s because I sleep on a bed of nails
But here’s an idea, flay me with a paring knife
Make leper-skin-print seat covers from my hide
Consecrate this coffin – press your lips into the wax
Crumble the lid with sawdust and worm castings
I must be one bloated pig
So let the healing process begin
Breathing deep and cutting in
Breathing deep and cutting in
Breathing deep and cutting in
About a foot
Breathing in and cutting deep
Breathing in and cutting deep
Breathing in and cutting deep
I must be one bloated pig
So let the healing process begin
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8. |
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You wouldn’t believe this flooding
The water damage in my apartment
The dripping ceiling, the stains
The shredded drywall and insulation
Falling out of bed into two feet of cold,
Cold water on the floor
Out of breath, thrashing sick
Wishing I could drown
Water cascading through the open door
Pressure like glass breaking;
Drains and gutters, gone…
Gone
You wouldn’t believe the flooding
The liquid ceiling, waves above it
You wouldn’t believe the flooding
Shredded dry wall, stains above it
I left the shower on didn’t I?
the toilet exploded didn’t I?
The streets are up to my neck
And I’ve had it up to here:
The sirens are approaching, more like closing in
More like shattering glass
Or at least splicing hairs in my inner ear
You wouldn’t believe the flooding
A melted ceiling, stains above it
You wouldn’t believe the flooding
Shredded dry wall, stains above it
And I’m all the way up to the ceiling
With my ear to the door
To the lock turning the key
Seeing how much water I can drink
To inflate my lungs,
To make me buoyant,
To make me float away
Away...
The bodies laid out on the roughed up carpet
With psychiatric precision
This must have happened at least twenty-four hours ago
But somehow I don’t remember
I
Don't
Remember
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9. |
Without an Instruction
04:42
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We boarded the train.
The interior was crushed red
Soldiers emerged
Behind sliding glass doors
Handed me a bundle of tools
Wrapped in a soft cloth
Without an instruction
I took out the pickax and turned to my sister
The only remaining family member
My only remaining family member
And hacked her body to pieces
I hacked her body to pieces
I already killed my mother
I already killed my mother
By being born
In a foggy chemical haze
Insecticides dumped
By crop duster airplanes
We lay low in the ditches
Along the train tracks
And wait to be restricted
The trains keep running
Slave trains keep running
I already killed my mother
I already killed my mother
By being born
Captions without photographs
Names Have all been Changed
Names have all been changed
To forget the victims
To forget the victims
I already killed my mother
I already killed my mother
By being born
Trains don’t whistle
Trains don’t whistle
Because they’re scared
You will not be spared
You will not be spared
You will not be spared
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10. |
Under Their Water
04:09
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I’m under their water
A six year old kid
There’s a terrarium
In the dining room
A giant glass bottle
That I so desperately -
Want to smash
Want to smash open
I want to smash it open
When will it happen?
When will it happen?
When I’m above
Walls will be caved in
Kicks and fists
Because
Because
I’m not
Want to stick my fingers
Deep down into the soil
Pull them out with dirt clinging
Undersides of my fingernails.
I'm biting them now,
Pulling off the grit
And spitting - it out
Onto clean white walls
Want to smash it open
I want to smash it open
When will it happen?
When will it happen?
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11. |
Corrupted by Rust
03:12
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I might as well have a hole in my head
Leaking out childhood memories
Carrying nostalgia into the waking half-light
Into the waking half-light
The drugs have all been metabolized
The piano long out of tune
Photo frames obscured by dust
The organs inside corrupted by rust
Livers are decomposing –
laid out on stainless steel, just some bag…
withered away to nothing
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12. |
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Praying, I am praying
Praying, I am praying
For a world
A world without god
Praying, I am praying
A world without god
Like lemmings to the cliff
First billing in our own apocalypse
Praying, I am praying
To an extreme negative force
Evolved into something much worse
Something much worse
Take no pride in being right
We all get the fire before we die
Praying, I am praying
Praying, I am praying
For a world
A world without god
Take no pride in being right
We all get the fire before we die
Bones underneath
Break the ground
The ground above
Bones underneath
Break the ground
The ground above
Praying, I am praying
Praying, I am praying
Take no pride in being right
We all get the fire before we die
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