1. |
Whisper in My Ear
03:36
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Someone whispered in my ear
a thoughtful word
Better than anything
I had ever heard
Came to me so sweetly
but I'm sad to say
that I forgot completely
with the change of day
I can't tell you
how many times this has happened to me
I can't tell you
how many times it could happen to you
Someone whispered in my ear
a word so kind
Fell just like a blanket
over troubled mind
Tucked me in so nicely
to this comfy bed
but I forgot precisely
what it was they said
I can't tell you...
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2. |
Martingale
02:12
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Plum carried away
unchangeable now
Up to date or up too late?
If I only knew how
I would keep you in a martingale
How can I get you in a martingale?
At perfect heel wearing a martingale
or a choke chain
Should we meet again
in the chickweed alley
cut your hair and save it in a
plastic baggie
and I'll keep you in a martingale...
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3. |
Joke of Many Movements
03:29
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This is sure to be a fantastic memory
I can't wait to remember it (ha ha)
But in this moment now
I cannot imagine how I'll feel
tomorrow or the following day
or a week from then
Guess it really just depends
And as time unwinds
I should hope to find
comfort and relief in the strangeness
and I'll say, "it is to laugh"
Has the mystery of the meat
been solved at last?
I get the feeling that you wish
you never asked
Take off this disguise to reveal
another mask
Then we undress, we have our fun
and we collapse
"it is to laugh"
This joke of many movements moving
much too fast
It is to Laugh
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4. |
Clown Collars
02:37
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Clown collars, ribbons and
clothes of crinkled crinoline
These are my excuses
when I decide not to come
Even though I told you so
I'm still not coming out you know
Fire in the briar
dear sweet squire
Call my name!
Wait for the refrain
Scroll the merry lane
to gardens wet with rain
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5. |
Catapult Me
04:17
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Holding without hands, shadows in the sand
every grain left glued together
still could not withstand
Running without legs, drinking all the dregs
from the dirty glasses of your
fairweather friends
This town ain't even big enough for one of us
I would keep on truckin but the key has turned to rust
I'm so goddamn tired, I hate to make a fuss
But this town ain't even big enough for one of us
Whiffing without nose on the melted rose/rows
pack my beak and leave me to dispose
Seeing without eyes, knee socks and thigh highs
so profound in periods deprived
This town ain't even big enough...
Get into the wind or settle down
to make new dust
climb into the tower
catapult me if you must
I'm so goddamn tired, I hate to make a fuss
But this town ain't even big enough for one of us
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6. |
10/325
03:43
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10/325, 10/325
feeling more dead than alive
if I don't have my 10/325
I know it's probably in my mind--
but do you have the yellows, Doc?
I hate the whites
10/325: 1T PO TID QHS PRN
(early refill)
This happened to me late last night:
I awoke with such a terrible fright
I was having such a flattening dream
the clock read 3:25am
10/325, 10/325...
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7. |
Order of Inertia
03:14
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Order of Inertia
in the place you live
Sliding from your fortress
then you're gone
Slowly set the table
quickly pull the cloth
Parlor trick disaster
then you're gone
I can't keep my eyes in
when she's in the room
so it's hard to notice
when she's gone
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8. |
Petal Peddle
03:31
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I'm trying to peddle this line again
it's sticky from previous use
Testing my mettle every nowandwhen
slowly slipping from another noose
How can I settle with the friction in
the instincts that I choose
to follow as the truth?
The more you struggle there
the more you stick
You reach for rose and all you
pull back's prick
It's hard to understand
and harder yet to teach
it's hard to practice
when you've got nothing to preach
I'm trying to pedal from this bind I'm in and
hoping we can call a truce
Pour out the kettle when it whines again
we're patiently awaiting abuse
How can I settle with the friction in
the instincts that I choose
to follow as the truth?
The more you struggle there...
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9. |
Tandem Fever Dream
04:17
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Popped the cork, but never got around to pour the glass
Bottle is half-empty and the drink has all gone flat
Willfully, I caught myself inside your fingertrap
betting all my money on who'll get the next last laugh
Morning comes and to find:
hair like a wreath, fingers to teeth
beyond belief inside of a tandem fever dream
Shake like a saint in miserable restraint
My only one complaint inside of a tandem fever dream
So we keep on getting thinner until all that's left's a sheet
that gets pulled by a magician to reveal an empty seat
And as the curtain falls there is a feeling bittersweet
when you have no explanation how to execute the feat
All I can think though now
Ring of a ride, you on your side, awoke with a sigh
Was it mine? Matters not this time!
Hair like a wreath, fingers touching teeth
far beyond belief, I'm lost to a tandem fever dream
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10. |
Goofed Up
04:45
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Goofed up:
Swept away in admiration
off your gentle transmutation
makes me feel like I'm a tracing
Still asleep or am I waking
with my boots in bed
a "scramby egg"
with lids of lead
Rid my head! Please, I beg!
Goofed up:
Stuck inside a simulator
slinking deep into a crater
back to the refrigerator
"Ha ha" now and "boo hoo" later
with my boots in bed...
I'm goofed up
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11. |
Person
05:13
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Well I tried transcendental meditation
and I've got to be honest with you
I just sat there in silent frustration
thinking of all the things I'd rather do
And I thought that giving all of my possessions away
might bring me some kind of relief
Now my apartment's much bigger
but go figure-- I'm still hanging on to the grief
What could be worse than being a person?
I can't think of a thing that could meet this suffering
It's just not my cup of tea
wouldn't wish it on an enemy
And I got into astral projection
to escape my day to day
but I found no sense of direction
there outside the material plane
And I thought that maybe cutting all the hair off my head
might bring me closer to God
Now I'm bald as I was born--
but I'm still torn as to whether I can hear him or not
Maybe he doesn't talk a lot
Shit or get off of the pot
What could be worse than...
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