1. |
Feast of Praline
02:48
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Among the rocks and rubble
I found the next extreme
A fountain feast upon the eyes of yours truly
Passed a smear of silt
The history in the dirt
Some leftover mediocre salt and starch
Alone for me
Feast of praline
Feast of reckoning
Weathered down by bombs and blows
And left with all but cavities
Feast of praline
Feast of reckoning
The taste of chalk and sugar
Linger heavy on the trigger finger
Scope the dusk for signs of life
Smoke signals—SOS
This place is a haunted house now
Save your thoughts
Dwell on remorse for time gone
When it’s darker stranger fainter
And the taste lingers still
Save your thoughts
Dwell on remorse for time gone
When it’s darker stranger fainter
And the taste lingers on still
Dying in seven or eight summers
Some no matter how hot outside for a few
Minutes
Paper in a fist
I was there at the beginning but not the end
Isn’t that the way it’s always been?
Things are better beyond the pale
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2. |
Friends I've Never Seen
02:51
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After hours means nothing to me
Neon follow me home
Burn their words inside my eyes so I won’t
Forget them
The dry quiet nights
The smell of burnt rubber
Too many people too close on all sides
And friends I’ve never seen
Friends I’ve never seen
Swing hard for my turn
You’re gonna feel it tomorrow
Splinter my knuckles and blacken my knees
And leave me supine before you leave
And on to the next bar
That thing I need is gone
As a favorite
11 in 99
I just want to make sure that these are all
Good things
There are worse things I could do
Under red lights
Swing hard for my turn
You’re gonna feel it tomorrow
Splinter my knuckles and blacken my knees
And leave me supine before you leave
Swing hard for my turn
You’re gonna feel it tomorrow
Splinter my knuckles and blacken my knees
And leave me supine before you—
After hours means nothing to me
Neon follow me home
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3. |
Of Certain Conditions
02:36
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Of certain conditions
That weren’t meant to be forgotten
You could hardly call it an island
Imprinting above and down the line
I see it in your faces gaping silently
Stay away
I’ve never been there and have
No wish to go
I’ve never been there and have
No wish to go
Waves in the dark
When the tide door rattles hold your breath
So they won’t find you
Can it be too late for me?
I can see them in the glass
Limping through the streets
With your hissing namelessly
That one I recall good and old
Such places have strange properties
Now I’ll make you see
Can it be too late for me?
I can see them in the glass
Limping through the streets
With your hissing namelessly
That one I recall good and old
Such places have strange properties
Waiting in their cities and for eons after
Fade to black
Can it be too late for me?
I can see them in the glass
Limping through the streets
With your hissing namelessly
That one I recall good and old
Such places have strange properties
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4. |
Where All the Dead Lie
02:53
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Midwinter failing light
Hold tighter cease to be
Boxed soil on the windowsills
Pressing for more stories
Splinters slipping into ducts and valves
Can you see the order?
Where all the dead lie
The seeds and roots saw not
Underground
Larks and rays wheeling from up above
Where all the dead lie
With bulbs and sight he does not
Dare to walk
Remember to hold your conscience
To your heart
See the ugliness in every part
Suspended in a mirror
Splinters slipping into ducts and valves
Can you see the order?
How many times are you willing to count?
Funeral pyre is ready to mount
I would do anything to see you again
Float down river in the end
Where all the dead lie
The seeds and roots saw not
Underground
Larks and rays wheeling from up above
Where all the dead lie
With bulbs and sight he does not
Dare to walk
Remember to hold your conscience
To your heart
I am clear
Cut glass against the ceiling
Don’t meet their eyes
Where all the dead lie
The seeds and roots saw not
Underground
Larks and rays wheeling from up above
Where all the dead lie
With bulbs and sight he does not
Dare to walk
Remember to hold your conscience
To your heart
Where all the dead lie
The seeds and roots saw not
Underground
Larks and rays wheeling from up above
Where all the dead lie
With bulbs and sight he does not
Dare to walk
Remember to hold your conscience
Underground
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5. |
Saturn Saturn
04:56
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Dead center bullseye
My jowl’s a mess of flesh and folly
Stop can’t stop can’t stop can’t stop can’t
Insatiable grip got me by the face
This is what it means
Heritage bridge
I’ve washed my hands a thousand times
They are still mine
The things i thought I knew
The flesh I thought I valued
The feeling I know I own
I am at least an animal
I do not recognize
Unable to close my eyes wide
Covered in the ashes of our forefathers
Blood in—blood out
Slather it slick across my mouth
Dead center bullseye
My jowl’s a mess of flesh and folly
I can’t stop can’t stop can’t stop
Insatiable grip got me by the face
Saturn Saturn
Can you stop your own second sight?
Oh Saturn
Do you hear what I’m saying?
They’ll come for you
One by one
Skull to toe
Eat or be eaten
The things i thought I knew
The flesh I thought I valued
The feeling I know I own
I am at least an animal
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6. |
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This house is a submarine
Fellow A-gangers and air breathers
Tucked in deaths of metal
Sharing everything
You want to be driven up
Driven mad by your neighbor
Breach the unchanging current
For a clear view of the block
Lights at dark
Sonar in the streets
Doppler heartbeats in every bunk
I wish you could hear how quiet it is
32 and a wakeup
Can you stick around for this?
Meander with pipes and gaskets
Red lights and warning calls
32 and a wakeup
I dreamt I was something else
Another time same friends different house
Do you remember?
Ever when
Do you really?
Never then
Don’t forget about the ire
Why it’s there who it’s for how I’ll let
You fall down every stair
Why I oughta
Half moons in our palms and
Not enough lip to bite
Lights at dark
Sonar in the streets
Doppler heartbeats in every bunk
I wish you could hear how quiet it is
I’ll put you away
I’ll put you away
I am not what I used to be
I am not what I used to be
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7. |
Arcana
02:06
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Unlike anything I’ve
Touched before
Your voice blisters
Tender smarting
I can’t remember how to feel
But I think this is dead on
Imagine 7 years ago had we been any wiser
How the reflection would’ve changed
Turn another card
Reversed and upsidedown
I am the major to your minor
Arcana
Hermit Hierophant
I won’t be swayed
By the outside
Trust your instincts
I can’t remember how to feel
But I think this is dead on
Imagine 7 years ago had we been any wiser
How the reflection would’ve changed
Misfortune smoke and roses
Tear the snarls from your hair
I am the minor to your major Arcana
Imagine 7 years ago had we been any wiser
How the reflection would’ve changed
Misfortune smoke and roses
Tear the snarls from your hair
But I think this is dead on
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8. |
The Hanged Man
03:25
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Things oh how they have changed
A cosmic shift in the brain
My jaw’s a steel trap door
Mechanism making up words
To ease it
Wood of holly’s backed by the sea
A city of saints they say
But we know better
An antidote for modern living
The image is wrong repeat
The image
It’s all I can see
An antidote for modern living
The image is wrong repeat
The image
It’s all I can see
You seem so familiar hanging there
Somehow stories that you can never get inside
Water on both sides
Causeways where we used to try
Fold it’s pretty far to stay
I’d help you down
If I could
Fold it’s pretty far to stay
I’d help you down
If I could
An antidote for modern living
The image is wrong repeat
The image
It’s all I can see
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9. |
Ionian White & Gold
02:24
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Left hand hold the keys to my city
There’s no other way in
Right palm etches carved in a way
That will show how I’m to begin
Breaching white walls and loose windows
Soft footfall upon the walk
Meld into walls of detritus
Prepare your frame for oncoming shock
What if you look down?
Gravity pulls us sinkholes closer
Dark matter bleeds space
Ionian white and gold lacing limbs
Curled up tight between
Breaching white walls and loose windows
Soft footfall upon the walk
Meld into walls of detritus
Prepare your frame for oncoming shock
Withered tongue full throat
I tried I tried
Steepled fingers ones I know
Scarred and new knuckles and bone
Forget about crushing grips
Royal purple keepsake
The weight of muscle on your bones
I am a piece you don’t need
Left hand hold the keys to my city
There’s no other way in
Right palm etches carved in a way
That will show how I’m to begin
Breaching white walls and loose windows
Soft footfall upon the walk
Meld into walls of detritus
Prepare your frame for oncoming shock
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10. |
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Come near now
I will tell you everything but what you want to know
For all you know
Memories pasted on another and another
There’s a reason i’d go
Go wrong
The name was mine
Voiced
Black jacket bloodless thumbs
Fell up key cacti
Woke up in a Corvette
Sweat
We don’t even go to ground
It could be a mass hallucination
The bull the fight
Tomorrow and Wednesday
Someone could really do without you
Come near now
I will tell you everything but what you want to know
For all you know
Memories pasted on another and another
There’s a reason i’d go
Go wrong
The name was mine
Voiced
Black jacket bloodless thumbs
Fell up key cacti
Woke up in a Corvette
Sweat
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11. |
Kindling
04:04
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To the working hands
And the caustic hearts
Sleeves needing mending
I’m possessed—no—I’m willing yes
Hoping festering kindling
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The Blackout Pictures Santa Fe, New Mexico
Death: 05/05/2022
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