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Another perfect day
Another perfect night
Another hollow frame to fill with tasks and social rites
Another perfect day
Another perfect night
Another hollow frame to fill with tasks and social rites
Are you content
To be consumed
Passed around like a chalice
Are you content
To be viewed
Perused like an atlas
Another perfect day
Another perfect night
Another me out there
Shaped in signals, in strangers' minds
Am I content
To be consumed
Passed around like a chalice
Am I content
To be viewed
Perused like an atlas
Less of a person
More a projection
Fill in the unknown
With suggestions
Less of a person
More a projection
You have potential
Within these dimensions
The self I've flattened and framed on the virtual page
Constellated in minds, fueled by desire
Remade, a version that’s fake, in my own likeness
I can't wait to watch it grow, warp, change
Another perfect day
Another perfect night
Another hollow frame to fill with tasks and social rites
Another perfect day
Another perfect night
Another me out there
Shaped in signals, in strangers' minds
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2. |
The Well Mother
04:59
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The well mother spins fine silk
She spins fine fine silk
And so our convoy stays well built
We stay well well built
The well mother spins fine silk
She spins fine fine silk
But the damp clouds dull my brown skin all the same
Not much grows on the tundra plain
At least not with which we could sustain
And so we keep her spirits well
For when it’s time to tap the well
we try to lessen the burden
For our well mother
the burden of travel
For our well mother
we try to lessen the burden
For our well mother
Of course we do what we can along our way
We beat the path
Beat the path down,
for her tired, tired feet
We tread a track through the harsh ground
For some ounce of relief
At her back, lest she falls down
Through these tired, tired days
When it’s her turn to provide
We sing her praise
Not much grows on the tundra plain
At least not with which we could su-
And so we try
we try to lessen the burden
For our well mother
the burden of travel
For our well mother
we try to lessen the burden
For our well mother
You know we do what we can along our way
But she says
“I may be revered now
But if the well were to run dry
I’d be carved
Carved and cured
And stored in your packs”
And I tell her that it’s not true
But I’m not sure that she’s not right
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Gold Star
07:44
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There must still be a little wherewithal left
One last batch
cooling on a windowsill
cooling on a windowsill
Just a little bit of larger context to snatch from the mintbox
Little bit of lucidity still
Little bit of lucidity still
It’s a gold star on an open wound
But press it on I beg of you
It’s a gold star on an open wound
But press it on I beg of you
There has to be some lucidity
Left at a dip where the curb hits a roadside
Pooling like a rainbow slick
Pooling like a rainbow slick
Maybe not enough to nurse for a lifetime
But you could still savor it, while it lasts
It’s a gold star on an open wound
But press it on I beg of you
It’s a gold star on an open wound
But press it on I beg of you
There’s a craven utility
In this country
A desperate convenience
And we want and we search
behind the paywall
beyond the hourly parking
for a soul
We thought we could fill up the empty expanse within us
with accomplishment: a discount ‘love’
It’s a gold star on an open wound
But press it on I beg of you
It’s a gold star on an open wound
But press it on I beg of you
We’re bound to the notion
We must continually prove our worth
To maintain a space on this earth
so we grew and grew and
More and more space, we took up
Big, hollow just like a gold rubber balloon
We’re bound to the notion
We must continually prove our worth
To maintain our space
so we grew and grew and
More and more space, we took up
Big, shiny and insubstantial like a
gold star on an open wound
It’s a gold star on an open wound
I don’t know what’s beautiful anymore
I only know what’s loud
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It's Imperative
05:15
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It is imperative, from a networking standpoint
That I attend all the late night socials
That I express my desires, and I hold space for
anyone else who’d like to divulge
It’s imperative
I see you all
Etched in the vertical tiles
I see you all
Trapped in the virtual squares
It’s essential to the business
that I take the time to know potential partners
On an intimate, emotional level
That they feel seen by me and I by them
I see you all
Etched in the vertical tiles of an office building
I see you all
Trapped in the virtual squares of an application
I see you all
Etched in the vertical tiles of an office building
I see you all
You’re just like me
It’s imperative
It’s savvy, from a management standpoint
That I not feel so alone
Displaced from a communal space
Without a family or a home
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The Utility Models
05:54
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The utility models can be knocked around
But the gentle souls have deeper woes
So when they hurt and hurt others they’re afforded more
Patience and more understanding
Members only benefits
Members only benefits
Platinum forgiveness
Something that those without need not get
The utility models can be knocked around
The utility models can be knocked around
The throwaways, the help,
The untouched and ungifted
The sore thumbs, the stray dogs
Those who don’t deserve it
Members only benefits
Members only benefits
platinum forgiveness
Something that those without need not get
A flattened depth of feeling
They can take heavier cargo
So load them extra and spare the special
Syphon the sorrow to a sturdier receptacle
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6. |
She Transports Me
04:37
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She transports me
Saddled or bareback across the vast floors of continent and ocean
To somewhere and nowhere
She scolds me, fierce, for I pushed too hard
I was too mean and in return she turns me round
And etches in my back yet another slice
Precise and delicate as glass and twice as sharp
We lay back and sigh,
sweat and tears in our eyes
The meaning of life to make harm, then make right
And all the while move
Pleasure is our reward,
To soothe the muscles made taut by travel and conflict
Like wings make conflict with air in order to soar
Forgiveness in the form of bodies,
flush and flush against each other
My winged beast, my vehicle, my master and my mate
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How Quaint
06:10
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How quaint of the beast
She wishes to be clean
She wishes to be pure
Look what she’s endured
How quaint of the beast
She wishes to be pure
she scrubs her matted fur
And holds herself, unsure
How quaint of the beast
She wishes to be clean
She wishes to be pure
Look what she’s endured
How quaint of the beast
She wishes to be pure
she scrubs her matted fur
And holds herself, unsure
She tries her best
A toothy smile and a trembling breast
Lips stiff and eyes wet
How precious, on her hind legs
Washing and soaking, but could it ever work?
Could she outrun her desires?
Could she hush her urges?
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Spring Silver Silver Spring, Maryland
the wrong music for the wrong people
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