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#2
01:35
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Onward Christian soldiers, the turncoats own the land
And there are no scriptures left here to glean
from the echoes of the sky and the sand
So lace up your boots, extinguish your fires,
And we'll send out word to your children
Oh, and won't all your neighbors be relieved
Though none of them will ask what you've been fighting for
'Cause none of them believe
Behind the iron gate to your family's old compound stand a tree
And in its branches you will find an answer
To a question which has haunted you for years
On your knees, my boy
Your flag is shredded
And all of us could take or leave your tears
It must feel so lonely
You must feel so alone
Welcome to the show
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Command Performance
02:38
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I bought a notebook and a pencil
And I brought them home and placed them on my table
And I hope to fix those pages up some day
But perhaps just for the night that's where they'll stay
I've got things to do, I've got a dinner to plan
I've go t a lover and she's so sweet
I hold her by the hand
And our heartbeats form polyrhythms
But the kinds we can understand
Oh, it's freeform, baby, there ain't no rules
It's a command performance
Well, I just can't wait for her to get off of work
Been feeling low all day, the answer's simple I'm sure
I've been getting high all morning
And listening to Birthday Blues again (give it a try)
Maybe we can talk about a book that she likes
Or I can try to remember the words to a poem I wrote in the 4th grade
We could decide the meal we've made is no good
But we'll eat it anyway
Oh, the permutations are limitless
It's a command performance
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In Summer
02:32
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My friend, you have such love to give and you have me to give it to
And I can give it in return, or preemptively
But there's one thing I need for you to do:
Take down the white flag hanging on your balcony
Yes, your color wheel, it has such imperfections
But as it is, you've painted all this in black and white
You speak of fear like it's freon to add
For your comfort in summer, a tool like any other
And I've heard you describe your thoughts as a riptide
Well, I was in a real one and guess what
I thought of nothing
I just swam to the north 'til the tug beneath the water
Was tugging no more and then I swam to shore
And things I've learned I've kept to myself
For fear that some charlatan deep in this Hell
Would repeat my words and claim them for themselves
Everyone's smiling, so you just can't ever tell
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#3
02:04
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On Paper
03:18
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You've got a seasoned little heart and you say it's in pain
It makes me wonder what you're doing with your day to day
Do you answer your mother's phone calls?
Do you understand your own shortfalls?
Is your pulse erratic? Is there something on the line?
On paper you don't get a say, but on paper you're fine
I've got a Little Egyptian accent, true
I talk slowly but it's fast enough for you
I drop a syllable here and there
I could be eloquent but I'd rather swear
It's conversational, I use it when it's right
On paper it seems so affected, but on paper it's fine
A dog is yowling through the day and through the night
The birds are landing to my left and to my right
I say a silent little spell just to keep them where they are
They hop and flutter little distances behind my neighbor's car
They clean their brilliant crimson plumage on the telephone line
On paper their images are shaky, but on paper their fine
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Plastic Windpipe
03:28
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Plastic windpipe, it's drawing air 'neath the overhead light
You're snorkeling, baby, and I'm snorkeling too
Underwater dreams are the greatest
My mind's been helping me out, here's the latest treat
I've given myself
But it's all so much less complicated if I can keep myself satiated
Though I know that's easier said than done
How can I join the fun?
I guess I'm willing, but unable
I'm trying to get myself untangled, though I know you're the one for me
We try to hear how our voices carry
But the sea makes it sound so scary
Neptune pulls that shit sometimes on you and on me
But it's all so much less complicated if we can keep ourselves satiated
Though we know that's easier said than done
How can we join the fun?
And how will we know when it's begun?
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#4
01:26
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Like Magicians
02:32
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If you spot me in a dream, wearing white across the room
Near a crowded parlor entrance, and you don't know what to do
Write your name in the fog with your finger on the mirror
And I will take you by the arm and we both will disappear
And the dream will go on, but with perspective split in rows
No more eye of the beholder and death to all egos
And if you're ever awakened, you could be perfect
According to someone like me
Pacifism's failed me and me body has failed me too
And the State has set itself on fire
What do we do?
Shall we struggle like magicians, chained, inverted above the gorge
Or should we shut off every spigot and let the flames complete the Lord's work?
Belief's a trap door
Do you remember when you fell?
I believe in you and I'm vulnerable as hell
And if I ever lost you from my fingertips would flow
An anarchistic terror lit with nihilism's glow
And the tip of my tongue would be empty, tasteless, silent
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10. |
#0
00:41
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Leave yourself an allowance
I just can't imagine how it feels:
Running back through those same old trees
One is bound to come down with emotions of some kind
Though they are not a disease to be treated, my friend
You should be treated the same as me: just fine
As the snow, it is falling
Can you tell me you remember what I said
And that I meant it
The water drips from garage gutters and it writes your name on the ground
To disappear with its canvas
All around this town and campus
On breakfast tables and end tables, hey,
things are changing all around us
For the better, that's what they're telling us
For the better
And we can't just go home
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#5 (for Alice and Jeff)
11:30
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David Brown Bloomington, Indiana
Helicopters fly overhead. Cars rush by the window. Talkin' Neo-Nothing Blues. Escalators and hammering. A media grape-stomping.
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