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Conquer//Croak//Collect
02:21
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On a Pale Horse I Thrive
04:04
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Sludge Crumpet
04:28
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pulled from the shelf
and pinned through the parchment,
placed by markings that tell how the skin’s to display
nobody else dared gambled where he had played
but soon as he fell they took all that remained for themselves
::
what fool
caught bathing in the lye
unspooled
he croaks but never dies
::
no, not a welp, you signed and the contract states
complained it was hell but you chose to remain
now somebody else still bears it for much less pay
::
what fool
caught bathing in the lye
unspooled
he croaks but never dies
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Battle Tested Tadpoles
01:00
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lo, pollinator!
there’s a marble in your soul
buzz if you heed
buzz until you’re old
one dull little stinger
six bad knees
calamitous in flight
what would you rather, bee?
::
we bloom today
at the expense of the dying hands
they carried a weight
for the hive but I can’t stop crying
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corpse of a rabbit
choking on a toad
let that be a lesson to fit where your fold
ruinous commitment
heptagonal belief
to only know instruction
not what your three eyes bade you to see
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we buried names
it’s a dodge and it tastes like lying
honeycombed through the graves
paid the price just as they were thriving
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now fill that plate,
you’ll not leave hungering
you’re plump and safe
so glad you ate,
cause man we’d been wondering
if the help would take
and that effort put,
who cares how long you took
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through mossy glades and leaves you’re sauntering
where you let it away
the endless strain from dreams you’d been laundering
through pity and rage
you weren’t cursed, you are an object unto earth
a cosmic burst
known, elemental in it’s worth
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the loop that plays, recounting inequities
and down all the days
all want and waste and time getting quick on me,
got bruised from the pace
suffering alone,
it's trite! but now you know
all covers blown,
they’d known along you were a toad
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8. |
Dreadful Lord of Toads
03:09
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i come alone
i am the undertow
a sound you know
but never heard before
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i’m not a killer
but means are low
i thin the litter
whoever’s left can try and grow
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so you got home
dodged me too long before
the water knows
and feeds you salt although
it won’t let you drown
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these days are filler
you’re getting old
but I’m no quitter
i’ll see that toll
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9. |
Death is the Test of It
05:46
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call it in, call surprised
call in with shock over the violence we preside
see it tilt and watch spin
the the body pushed one way, the opposite his limbs
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it speaks late at night on any highway
it takes what it might, no plot no parlay
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he’s in a state, but he has means
his webbed foot propels through water as he needs
far off the land, through bogs and sticks
into the undergrowth of anything that’s left
we got out fine and stayed alive
we’ll catch a second wind and then that finish line
::
it speaks late at night on any highway
it takes what it might, no plot no parlay
it left with the light, but not toward my way
::
call it in, call surprised
call in with shock over the violence we provide
see it tilt, watch it spin
breathe in the air that chars and bursts against your skin
::
it speaks late at night on any highway
it takes what it might, no plot no parlay
it left with the light, but not toward my way
i died and I might and that’s okay
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10. |
For a Frogful of Dollars
00:56
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Bombina, Bombina!!
06:33
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phantom limb,
i cast spell but you don’t grow
i’m haunted by your shape and form
amphibian,
there’s a cost to living low
yeah you pay and you pray and you pay but you don’t get more
oblivion,
you came a little bit too close
now you’re here, i’ve been struck by a fear that I can’t outrun, outgrow, or face alone
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phantom limb,
i cast spell but you don’t grow
i’m haunted but i still can’t mourn
amphibian,
there’s a cost to living low
yeah you pay and you pray and pay but get no more
oblivion,
yeah you came a little bit too close
now you’re here I’ve been struck by a fear I can’t outrun, outgrow, or face alone
::
of all the moons, and orbits I could choose
i’m fine to set ‘em all aside
i needn’t space or time from earth or you
the gardens loom, they burn and then they bloom
and once I had often wished to die!
set down and set aside
i heed the space and time
i felt a crush, a drive, and i made it through
::
you’re clear
you last another day
so wise with every word and every wonder that you claimed
so seethe,
like it’s the only way
some warming to the soul but leaves a burn mark in its place
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You can work it out before it’s too late
You are so much more than the flies that you ate
You can burn it all, cast the lilies to the blaze
Breathe in all the smoke and mumble through the haze
You could seek to own every stringed thing
A lute for every lizard where the salamanders sing
For I see in you a pollywog stronger than an ox
Right into the action if not strangled by your thoughts
Missing every bliss and blunder of living as a toad
No pleasures from the mud, only politics and prose
If you’d look into the murk of the beauty of the shore
Of the creek where you harvest, son,
you needn’t anymore
Take a little nap near the water where it sinks
You can blend in with the background while the predators drink
A mosquito on your back but a tongue that you can twist
There’s a million other bugs, it’s okay if you miss
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of all the moons, and orbits I could choose
i’m fine to set ‘em all aside
i needn’t space or time from earth or you
the gardens loom, they burn and then they bloom
and once I had often wished to die!
set down and set aside
i heed the space and time
i felt a crush, a drive, and i made it through
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12. |
Alas I Hop Along
04:05
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dead herons float above
their bones, a home thereof
though tooth and claw and blood
safety feels scarce, alas i hop along
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the glades they drove us from
to no refuge, and barely a slum
yet I’ll place my bets upon
what lives we shared, alas I hop along
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a greater beast with fangs said ‘frog, you’re looking lost’
as he pulled me straight through lines I’d not have crossed
the pound of flesh I paid had left me limbs of rot
a rate of return reflective of its cost
and such remorse I’ve known, at what little it had bought
i am the clerk i robbed, the bystander I shot
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foreclosed, forgave, forgot
free of the petty and fraught
then I saw myself and thought
I’m finally here, alas I hop along
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Object Unto Earth Portland, Oregon
Dreamy Emotive Prog Rock from Portland, OR.
Object Unto Earth is the solo project of writer/producer Jonathan Zajdman.
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