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All The Silly Boys
02:18
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Emotions dry behind my eyes
Some thoughts I'd like to moisturize
If dust mites dare to make a peep
I'll cross my bed and hope to sleep
Water on the windshield, water in you
Accumulation of the dew
It sucks the life right out of me
Cross my kidneys and hope to pee
A time line that you cannot see
A mantis shrimp string symphony
The space before and after you die
Cross my heart and poke you in the eye
Reassemble to dismember
Cross my mind hope to remember
The coming and the going
And the sucking and the Blowing
The quiet and the noise
And all the silly boys
A frozen hour, a melted day
Curdles in the milky way
Paralyzed by every groove
Cross my limbs and hope to move
Deconstruct and re-conjoin
Avert your eyes and flip a coin
Hope that you'll do something good
Cross that hope and wish you could
Dandruff dropping two by two
Skin cell dust's a part of you
Settles on the dashboard dry
Cross the wind and hope to fly
Cross your dreams, hope to forget
The things that haven't happened yet
Like the coming and the going
And the sucking and the blowing
The quiet and the noise
And all the silly boys
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2. |
Aluminum Millennials
02:58
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Aluminum millennials illuminate New York City
The alumni's once were the fun guys
Glisten in November sun so pretty
But some could never get their laces tight
Could get their lids on right enough to maintain
The adequate proportions of sleek and torn jeans
Can't go to the bank while remaining gritty
If you're not pretty enough
To be pretty cool enough
To be the right kind of rough and tumble guy
Maybe you'll just end up really really sad
Or just find somewhere to crawl away and die
In the sweetest times in the before
Before excitement fizzled to an after
I'd sometimes feel sweat between my folds
And violated by my own laughter
Circumambulate
Accumulate
Over-articulate
Your endless exhibition
Maybe nobody cares what you think
But they still like to pretend that they're listening
If you're not pretty enough
To be pretty cool enough
To be the right kind of rough and tumble guy
Maybe you'll just end up really really sad
Or just find somewhere to crawl away and die
Keep someone around that keeps you on your toes
Keeps you turning on your heels
With the pointy elbows
And a big wide smile
as wide as a windmill
To show you which way the weather blows
Keep yourself alive
On incidental pride
And the confidence to frolic through a meadow
Pushing up daisies with daily malaise
A daily serving of melee machismo
If you're not pretty enough
To be pretty cool enough
To be the right kind of rough and tumble guy
Maybe you'll just end up really really sad
Or just find somewhere to crawl away and die
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3. |
Never Been Safe
03:34
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I see you cringe when the phone rings
make a list of all the nasty things
You wish you could wish out your way
You gotta mad bone for your lost love
Gotta a cold spot for your tight glove
Gotta a hope so bad you swear you heard
Her promise to stay
But no one said you'd get that
No one signed a contract
You can keep on the track
that keeps spinning your wheels
You get to be here but you have to leave
You get a body tucked in a long sleeve
As cozy as you allow it to let you believe
You gotta let your heart break
Not for nothin but it's own sake
Let the vultures come take it
Heat the oven bake a burnt cake
It's never been safe out here
Have no fear, no fear, my dear
I see you turn I see you tumble
As your stomach rocks and rumbles
Making room for all the choices
You still could have made
But a could is not a should not
Would have slipped right through that slip knot
Had the voices from that sweet spot in your head
Still refrained
Choosing choices that were chosen
By senseless little notions
Wrapped in proverbs unspoken through lips that are sealed
You get to have me but I have to go
I'll tell you but you'll never know
'bout the daydreams flowing to and fro
Through a half hearted smile
It's never been safe out here
Have no fear, no fear, my dear
Got a hard knock in a soft hell
Found a gentle lie in a wishing well
I'm afraid of this something who's shape I can't tell
Is it the dull ache in the long bye's?
Or the quick stab from your sad eyes
Or the sharp edge of the blunt truth
Or the sour smell from your sweet tooth
I'd never wanna hurt you
But there are no walls left to cling to
As I see you as you see me
As something I'm not
It's the changelings on the path away
Like a butterfly on a windy day
I'll let go of the reasons that I could have stayed
It's never been safe out here
Have no fear, no fear, my dear
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4. |
Maybe We're All Fucked
04:14
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Maybe we're all fucked
And just don't know it yet
Spinning down and out
In this cosmic Toilet
I think I'm full of love
I think that's the point of it
I'm full of all the things that people are full of
When they're full of shit
We're all full of shit
Take a magic marker
And scribble all over time
'cause in the end looking back
It's all just pages of scribbled lines
And I don't know how to tell you
That I don't know what to say
But maybe if we just keep on pretending
It'll all make sense someday
But probably not
I just can't count on what my days bring
Bigger things within bigger things
And smaller things inside smaller things
And rhyming things with some other things
And sometimes I feel like I've had enough
Of all this silly stuff
I'm a silly little girl
In a silly little town
Silly willies all around
And I don't have a clue
What to do with myself
My words collecting dust
On a shelf
You ask how often I fall behind
It happens all the time
I fall behind
Some silly line
I drew on the back of my hand
Maybe I'm just stuck
In this endless feedback loop
Swimming countless laps in this cosmic soup
And no matter how hard I swim
I just end up at the beginning
Check my watch for good measure
And do it all over again
But maybe one of these times
I'll find some piece of mind
In a really good sandwich
And I don't have a clue
What to do with myself
My words collecting dust
On a shelf
You ask how often I fall behind
It happens all the time
I fall behind
Some silly line
I drew on the back of my hand
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5. |
Dirtier Than Ever
02:39
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You stick your hands deep into the pile
Keep 'em there for a good long while
Thick and gaudy
You feel a little naughty
When you rub your little hands
On your little body
Maybe you shouldn't wanna do it
Maybe it shouldn't feel so good
But as you rub it in
Into your soft and supple skin
You find you're dirtier
Than you've ever been
He went inside
Somewhere that sells gloves
So holey
They don't keep nothin off your hands
To be a man
So lonely and oily
So smooth with the soil
So tender and toiled
Oh no!
Mister Whisper's got a bran new pair of gloves
I'm in love 'cause Mister Whisper, Mister Whisper
Oh no! Mister Whisper's
Got a bran new pair of gloves
I'm in love 'cause Mister Whisper, Mister Whisper
Maybe you shouldn't wanna do it
Maybe it shouldn't feel so good
But as you rub it in
Into your soft and supple skin
You find you're dirtier
Than you've ever been
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6. |
Honey Baked Ham
02:17
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You my honey baked ham
And you do all the things
That a honey pig can
You my honey baked ham
And you do all the things
That a honey pig can
You slather me with sugar
And put me in the oven
And sprinkle me with all your
Special kind of lovin'
And slap me with the spatula
We'll have so much fun when
You sauté me with greens
And your tiny little onions
'cause you my honey baked ham
And you do all the things
That a honey pig can
Yeah, you my honey baked ham
And you do all the things
That a honey pig can
Eating lots of cherry pie
And mountains of spumoni
And top it off with creamy pops
And bags full of bologna
Aint nobody knows my wild kinks
Aint nobody knows what honey dog thinks
I'm breaking down your sugar dams
With my own good god damn
Honey dog hands
'cause you my honey baked ham
And you do all the things
That a honey pig can
Yeah, you my honey baked ham
And you do all the things
That a honey pig can
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7. |
Vindictive Indifference
01:48
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The time's been spent
My past self laments
But the future holds
No Mal-intent
No cause for alarm
I don't wish you harm
But I un-wish you well
From my previous hell
The story once
went on and on
But I have no time
to hang on a yawn
I'm not caught up
On how you misbehaved
But I un-forget
What I once forgave
Tooth picks to kindling
When push comes to nudge
I have no time
To hang on a grudge
The tables have turned
And the scale gently tips
But I'll still un-kiss
Your miserable lips
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8. |
The Green Green Grass
03:36
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Razzled in the forge
Dazzled at last
Tell me what you found
In the green green grass
Tuned with the fork
The pitch of the past
Is stitched into every
Angle that's cast
Acute with the smell
Of ine on a Tuesday
Obtuse with lines
Between shades of blue's
In time with every
Man that has used you
Aligned with every
Heart ache you choose
Tell me where you stand in the world today
Enunciate the edge of every word you say
Re-create the room like a movie set
Articulate my body like a marionette
All that you think
Hasn't happened yet
Hasn't happened yet
Hasn't happened yet
All that you think
Hasn't happened yet
Hasn't happened still
Maybe it never will
A sharp edged tear
Poked you in the eye
Tell me what you saw
In the desert sky
Repeating patterns
from fluster to respite
Leaving your membranes
All wet and desperate
Every inch used every
Atom you're worth
All inches measured
Up from the earth
Wrung the dirt dry
To fill up your form
Now burdened to feel borrowed
In a body that's born
Tell me where you stand in the world today
Enunciate the edge of every word you say
Re-create the room like a movie set
Articulate my body like a marionette
All that you think
Hasn't happened yet
Hasn't happened yet
Hasn't happened yet
All that you think
Hasn't happened yet
Hasn't happened still
Maybe it never will
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9. |
Only Minutes Left
02:40
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Only minutes Left
A thousand tiny deaths
Endless stories unfold upon
The end of every breath
I'm only here to see you here
And all directions in which we veer
Lead to gaping hollows filled
And the fullness of pending bereft
You can't predict or un-do
The weight of expectation
Nobody can take away
Your license for speculation
I hold you full of empty space
A solid wisp, a salty taste
Left in my mouth after gentle bites
Placed upon you and then erased
The state of past mistakes
The glass the promise breaks
Every single one of them
Is the only way it coulda ever been
The spells the future casts
Perspectives from the past
Every single one of them
Is the only way it coulda ever been
Only minutes left
A thousand tiny deaths
Endless stories unfold upon
The end of every breath
I'm only here to see you here
And all directions in which we veer
Lead to gaping hollows filled
And a fullness of pending bereft
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10. |
Shower Spider
05:52
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Woke up in the moon light
Feed my bed bug to my shower spider
If I could adjust my lens wider
Maybe I could see what it looks like to be
Knit up in the window sill
Wrapped up there in spider silk
Sucked up through a thin straw
You wouldn't believe the shit I saw
I was drop kicked from the night sled
Left me straight backed wide awake in bed
If I tried to tell you what's in my head
You wouldn't believe a word I said
I tell you inside I felt a new color
Different than any other
Earthy clay with a fleck of green
Catch the light right
To turn it's edges mean
I never met someone quite like you
You drink up all the evening dew
Better at being all alone
Than anyone I've ever known
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Minda Lacy Portland, Oregon
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