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the vain ape
02:45
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the hardest way
04:05
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untitled II
03:03
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The sun comes up/on a stalwart motif
casting tall shadows on a shallow relief
The cranes swaying in the clouds/the studio lots/
The girders in the gantries of the busy ports
From a bird's eye view/ of this tangled urban sprawl
A god-like pigeon'd perceive its vertiginous Gestalt
The human eye's a nest/ that is thatched of tears
The rock-salt slushes ice out in the city streets
And high atop a wall/ sits a solitary egg
Reading trigonometry/ and Hannah Arendt
And watching the great gears
and dangling its legs
A glum gale grew/ and blew the egg from its host
The hurtled shell - shit!/ The sentry left his post
Oh what the hell! the super-egg fell upon the sun-dial and broke
In the time it takes to have a quick smoke
And all the soldiers/ in this blessed world
Couldn't get that egg/ back together again
And in their malaise
Their skins cracked open - they bled mayonnaise
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The rich black leather
like inky chintz
Pale lime-green light
candles in champagne splits
The words you say are oceanic
when you say We will meet once again
Zip, zilch, zero, nil, nada
a persona non grata
I want to pledge my life
to someone
The decaying day-time moon
in the sky looks like a helmet
washed up in a dune
I get so lost and lonely
like a lunatic
A glitch that rode and struck
the single grain that sticks
Oh but this pleasure's like a thresher
stitching my flesh
Zip, zilch, zero, nil, nada
a persona non grata
I want to pledge my life
to someone
The decaying day-time moon
in the sky looks like a helmet
washed up in a dune
The words you say are oceanic
when you say We will meet once again
Zip, zilch, zero, nil, nada
a persona non grata
I want to pledge my life
to someone
Pain, contempt, cruelty
every scar a tributary
I want to pledge my life
to someone
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6. |
got soft (part 1)
00:54
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dollarm
03:23
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First, the element explodes
tinkling in the street light
Then the filament glows
pale in the settling night
A stolid September air
nursing August's naive kisses
the Autumn seems like Summer
but stripped of its simple blisses
And every castaway wretch
has something that's beloved
If it's not good it's worthy 'cause
it keeps them dreaming enough
The hornet's hover 'round
their bodies drooping down
Like angels dangling
from mechanical wings
Twisting a doll's arm
to thatch Pepita's fallow nest
Like ripping off a match
to hold to the doldrums
of our mess
And cut flowers
smell sweeter
I see you must be working late
with your bibles in your case
Trying to speak miracles
as the pages of the day slide from the dais
Pepita's a cockatiel
She hops about in her cage
And if you ring my doorbell
her feathers will fly in a rage
And twisting a doll's arm
to thatch Pepita's fallow nest
Like ripping off a match
to hold to the doldrums
of our mess
And cut flowers
smell sweeter
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8. |
good for you
03:02
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9. |
this candle
04:42
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10. |
if I hold you
05:13
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