1. |
Ain't She Sly
04:49
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I askt her to show me a smile a day
But that’s not the way that she walks
I urged to stay at my side in the fray
But that’s not the way that she walks
So I sed it’s over
N she sed it never begun
So I sed I’m leavin
N she sed u left wen u come
How can I stay
When all that I say
She spits it right back
In my face like that
It makes me cry
But how can I go
From a woman who knows
I live for the tears
Only she can uprear
Gets me hi
I told her to let me go free now and then
But that’s not the man that she wants
I told her that most of my moods r pretend
But that’s not the man that she wants
So I sed go find him
N she sed he don’t exist
So I sed so take me
N she sed u don’t exist
How can I live
With answers like this
They twist up my hed
Turn desire to dread
Gonna die
But how can I leave
A love so deceived
It gets me back to
The things that r true
Wonder why
I begged her to say that she luvs me a bit
But that’s not the way that she talks
I demanded she tell me that she wd commit
But that’s not the way that she talks
So I sed yr crazy
N she sed ain’t I with u
So I sed I luv u
N she sed I know u do
But how can I luv
Such a mean ruthless thug
She kicks me n tricks me
Mocks me n shocks me
Wanna fly
But how to despise
A woman so wise
She keeps me alive
On the luv she deprives
Ain’t she sly?
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2. |
Death Palm Beach
08:27
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my humy run down to Death Palm Beach
to bang da moneysuckle man
he got a yacht say life's a bleach
and an ocean for a bedpan
he's such a plucky honky,
took the birds rite outa my south
she's his gill raker thong key
lay her waste n fill er up
with luxury assault buy-ho spillage
from the reviscerated mass fault bio-pillage
of his methamobesity drouth house
i can see them
in his godsend
chumming stingaree
as he injects his molder
into her snails of clover
make her my hands to hold her
that she may contain the colder
ain't got to be this way
but this the way it's got to be
one long flagitious heyday
of errata cum laude
every mother-fucking building
is a gravestone on my kind
(n yr kind too cuz my kind's u)
haut gout catastatic geldings
sportin dearth first bibs
at a bled squid dick shuck
on status joe's scatty patio
overlooking the phoboholic bottom line
O my sister
twerk yr fister
til he breaks his free
don't gimme that extirpatory summertime
all my fun's the luv i feel from the life i mind
gonna dance the nite so gently thru the intertwined
that wen the dawn comes on
O bb we gon'
fuck like peckers suckin on sassafras
fuck like manatees in the sweet grass
fuck like jaguarundis on wildcast
O til we blow their homes away
gunnin down to Death Palm Beach
to pull my humy from the haze
take her by the tan n teach
her the terror of her daze
she's such a punky smacky
i'm bound to bite the brick
but i'm so kicky backy
n my heart's a hevy stick
we will wrangle
til our tangle
saves or graves the sea
O sinkhole
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3. |
Half My Life
04:04
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i've wasted half my life
on the only thing i care about.
cast my dyin words
down an autofill that hocks me out.
once yr best is bust
all's a shudder that u can't unshout.
who runs the wind?
luvd yr very move
wether i did or not.
held yr mouth in mine
til yr billow's blew the shit i shot.
we used to shake the space
now we just cam a lot.
cut to the mend.
subscripts for endophones
slave ships in astrodomes
i hate how i sneer
that box they put me in's
the same box i tried to win
by fallin on my spear
cough in my face
i'll ask u wut u'd like with that.
burn down my house
i'll thank u for the habitat.
i hit the muzzle's gag
so it can spot just wer i'm at.
cue violin.
now i climb on my broken voice
thru the rime wer those smokin boys
thrash in time to the token noise
call me inshell
guess i cdn't rite
the wrong a bein left for live.
how'd i ever thunk
freedom cd be memorized?
don't get mor dum
than actin like u can't decide
wen to say wen.
O ya we had sum fun
tryin to be number one
at tryin again.
but we're so over now
in our wite hybrid disavow.
happy has not been.
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4. |
Night Light
08:55
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Someone stares
From the stars tonite
Into my unknown
And like a shape
In a child’s mind
Stillness takes me home.
And I finally feel
Like a part of the living,
And I’m finally healed
By thoughts of my dying
As I fall apart
Into the shimm’ry,
Cuz someone stares
From the stars
At me.
Someone cares
In the stars tonite
For my spoken wish.
And like the rains
In a dried-up land
Letdown gives a lift.
And I finally feel,
Like I might greet the morning.
And I’m finally healed
By my crazy adoring
As I drift away
Into the shimm’ry,
Cuz someone cares
In the stars
For me.
You long for the sky
When you’re long for the ground,
And the more you look up
The more you fall down,
But even when you stray
You’re still homeward bound
Cuz we’re made to return to the stars.
Someone calls
From the stars tonite
To my broken love.
And like a nest
By no hand toucht
Nuthin’s just enough.
And I finally feel
Like I might forget her,
And I’m finally healed
By feelin’ no better
As I rise asleep
Into the shimm’ry,
Cuz someone calls
From the stars
For me.
Cuz someone’s there
In the stars
Maybe.
Cuz someone stares
From the stars;
You’ll see.
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5. |
Going Exthinkt
03:42
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all the great hermaphroditic cleavage dreams are back at work,
stuck phrases in a leave-no-trace extreme daughter destruction snore
for the hottest happy victim cage fuck ever, His and Hearse,
bout a man bravely gettin off wer every man’s got off before.
i’m student of the weak
an antenatal freak
i’m hot as tank shit
my gunner cranks it
populate the cracker prior to consumption
do not run while running from doing the current thing
if u lose yr feel, stay put in filmic gumption
fight for the privacy of yr auto-muted public longing
u wur born
in a barn
n that barn
is ok.
it’s ok.
now u live
on a farm
n that farm
is on a runway.
c’est la mainstay.
all yr means
all yr genes
all yr memes
all yr built on butter schemes
r so yesterday
i’ve come to see i’m simulated by a payful hate
that the beacons of my overdrive now emanate
from spermandalas that set me on to procreate
with the obstacles my monuments exuviate,
yet thru the muscles of the body that i’m phasing out
gush aboriginals down awe-all drifts that never drought,
bearing mothers for the beauty murk my pain’s about
n all I gotta do to knock em up’s not lock em out.
one nature, under gawd
whittle kids with smog
take a fear abroad
uganda mystagogue
seeing the good in ppl built a road thru my heart
so i stood in the road n got run over by my heart
now there’s a roadside memorial to me in my heart
that sees the good in ppl as they roadhog thru my heart.
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6. |
Demagine
05:49
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somewhere nowhere, dawn.
the motorboats r gone.
it’s the perfect time to be a swan.
pose for audubon.
blonder than a blonde.
it shd be a crime to mow the lawn.
all u need to be freed
is the flaxen creed of the alpenglow.
yr one with the sun ‘fore the day’s begun
if u give it a show.
welcome, disarray.
u’ve come, i sense, to stay.
as the motorboats
in thr drunken pilgrimage
to cut the throats
of the cygnets ‘fore they fledge
make me wanna throw myself away.
O it won’t be long
‘fore the swans r gone.
it shd be a crime to carry on.
but as the lines are drawn
tween the seen and sawn
it’s the perfect time to share yr awe.
cuz no one sees the catastrophes
thr celebrations cause
til a love lament for the innocent
deadlocks thr jaws.
to live i must believe,
tho the day we seize,
there’s a gentleness
in every grasping hand
that craves recess
from the endless death demand
in the harmonies of the seminal reprise:
I’m alive again today
so let live wut may.
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7. |
Again
05:33
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Awash in lush lucidity
The whims of nature changing me
I wander free the rift tween now and then.
And as I near to hear the sound
Of how we truly wild abound
Seclusion smiles and I go to town again.
Exuding irrealities
That proffer new divulgencies
Of perfect crackling wisdom nectarine
Exquisite lifting narratives
Concur me systems transitive
Til flesh starvation drags me down again.
That all emerge confused and sweet
And take to violence thru defeat
They suffer at the fists of desperate men
Who can the gifts of peace perceive
If shown them slow, I so believe
Til fear incites my warful rage again.
In self as set as time in dust
I swap desires in open trust
With all who care to share thru thick and thin,
But somewhere in this fair exchange
That asks not who is sick or strange
My doubt uncoils and I close off again.
The gorgeous rich and generous day
Wherein no child’s restricted play
Swells full my heart with its precious oxygen,
Til sadness like a bug immune
To all we know my strength consumes
So I get high on filth and I crash again.
The endless edge whence none can swerve
Whose mystery all the world unnerves
I welcome with a godless cool amen
For I’m a dream in matter’s mind
And need no sense but its design
Til the lies of life make me fear death again.
How like a corpse in roiling surf
I bang the rocks with every surge
Of my unconscious sea-old regimen,
Til my love walking long the beach
Beholds my body in her reach
And with a breath she revives my soul again.
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8. |
Father
06:17
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Dark is the amber round my agency.
Lost are the records of my injury.
Too sweet the savor of my bitter me.
But what of that?
I know the church from the chat.
And round me the good times shall gather
When finally I walk with my father.
Unmet the promise of my policy.
Disdain the quarry of my dignity.
My furnace feeds upon the weeping tree.
But I don’t care.
To be is not to beware.
And anarchy shall be my brother
When finally I dream for my father.
False are the factors of my jealousy.
Self-fed the wellsprings of my agony.
Each night I burn myself in ecstasy.
But damn it all.
Ya can’t get up til ya fall.
And lies shall be dear to the lover
When finally I sleep with my father.
But is this longing just a sign
Of all the meaning he’s denied?
Must you inveigle his distant glare
To see the loss you know is there?
Sick is the science of my remedy.
My life but handicaps my progeny.
How hollow rings my self-sung victory.
Yet so, I say.
Rome is built every day.
And there shall be ruins to discover
When finally I die for my father.
As I look out on what’s inside of me,
I see the future’s what it used to be,
And I am stuck in opportunity.
What then to do
When memorials rust with the dew?
O all shall be one with the other
When finally I rise as my father.
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9. |
Can't Fade Away
07:18
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I hide my yelk in theramones
But I can’t fade away.
I mold my lak in pyrofoams
But I can’t fade away.
I liv belo the ded
Who’ve sed al I hav sed
But this boot upon my head
Smells strangely of the sanctums I have tred.
I crawl into a crashing car
But I can’t fade away.
I brand my brain with oubliettes d’art
But I can’t fade away.
I breed with voyeur cams
In sitcom sonograms
To forge deformity
But my stillbirth keeps outperforming me.
I lard my loathe with the illth of plath
But I can’t fade away.
I stash my past in the aftermath
But I can’t fade away.
I drop my pants in class
And calculate my ass
But the havoc I conceive
Aspirates the failure I receive.
I key my code in an open source
But I can’t fade away.
I trace my gaff to fillop’an sores
But I can’t fade away.
I permeate my niche
A decorated ditch
Now nothing's left to eat
Save the prey that walks on my had feet.
I post a fake impersonal
But I can't fade away.
I look like some new visual
But I can't fade away.
And al I really want
Is sum old mindless spot
Wer mind is all I got
So I can be the hot shot I am not,
So I can pass this diagnosing clot,
So I can seep into ur retro-twat.
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