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Helium
03:03
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she wakes up early to plant the seeds
above the sun shakes
like a fist, now dangling
i watch her tend to her helium garden
bleed the air
every action is a prayer
how she reaps from her helium garden
hear the pinprick
it’s out quick
exhale on the ground
you've been found out
said I want to be new
new
a few seconds a day
she’s new
a few seconds a day
tends to her helium garden
sets the snare
dizzy spiral all the way down
she tends to her helium garden
sets the snare
jars the rain for a summer day
when she’s
new
a few seconds a day
she’s new
a few seconds a day
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2. |
Jubilee
04:32
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jubilee
with petty things
faux diamond rings
always clean
under the hood
smog on our teeth
silk of spring
you fix your web
i learn to play dead
a note for me
left on the bed
pretend it's scrawled red
we've got to make
everything unique
import our problems
from dust-caked cinema screens
you watch me huff
the cheapening thrust
it creates a blush
say i'm so lovely pink stuffed
& when we're in the backroom
our friends have ears to the door
it's a breakdown
with an almost religious core
can't stand the sight of me
makes both our stomachs sore
you said it once to me
this is what it's all for
a moment of clarity
with my head on the floor
you said it once to me
this is what it's all for
i court the ceiling fan
with my head on the floor
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3. |
Retch
02:38
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there's retching in the bathroom
cut my fingers on the strings
the way i make believe
throw myself into everything
i wanna take a trip through a gardenhead
grow stupid in the sun
shed my shirt like dead skin
pirouette like nothings happened
when they bob their heads like strawberries
something bursts in me
when they toss cold light across my chest
towels serenade sweetly
watch em bristle and grow; light the way
feel it bubble & bloat, turn my head
it's not the way it's supposed to be
then i feel her leg brushing over me
flail your arms
put up a fight
if you go make sure we know
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4. |
Abscess
03:20
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i feel like a holy ghost
when you wrap your arms
around my head
still i sink deep as i can
though I cannot tread
across the tresses on your chest
no longer christ along the water
a budding abscess on your neck
i hold so tight i could pop
then you get up to grab the wine
& I remember that I’m alright & laugh
i'm sure you’ll doze off just fine
with one glass but me I’ll be up all night
i have everything i could ever need
still i sit here & rush the sun
until it’s light out
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5. |
Florence
02:49
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buckled under the weight
in a strange new place
we escaped
to florence, oregon
to steep in sand
& as if friends
& as if friends
in florence, oregon
we talked about
the way the light comes down
in fragments
on the bay beneath our view
old wounds repaired like new
coming out of a haze
2000 miles away
under the rays
in florence, oregon
we're on the mend
& like old friends
& like old friends
in florence, oregon
we talked about
the deaths the pills the cash
the worry
& if my head dissolves again
i know you'll be waiting
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6. |
Swan Song
02:28
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the pedal boat swans
are on hunger strike
their cage too big & blue
to elude,
it’s like i'm always flying downwards
they say,
heads sagging lower by the day
yet there’s been reports of
a beautiful clamor
in the early morning hours
by construction workers
discounted by local news
cuz hardhats have grown
too heavy to use & besides
strikes aren't like coughs,
they have a tendency
to spread if covered
on my bed I sit here with Summer,
holdin her some water
watching cellophane sprout
from the crests of plastic mountains
by the interstate out west
i am sure a cataract of beer
gushes down the gutters
as teenagers slur about how
somebody’s gotta pull Summer
out the rushes
i confess:
it is spring & i am stuck
in the apartment
of my head
thinkin about
what comes next
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7. |
Laminated
04:19
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hello it's been awhile
found an old birch stump just to trace the lines
box of polaroids freckled with the mildew of time
singin old songs pry your name out but they don't rhyme
spent every day on the brink of dust
laminated sun only sleep if we must
oh i've never thought so hard about you before
threw it all away just to sleep on the couch
drinkin jet fuel from a dixie cup spout
if i could just tell you everything i'd be good
roused a half-finished heaven out of summer ash
limbo spinnin' sweet, bottleneck in my head
you waft over everything i sip like a match
hear the sobbing from the greenery
everyone says that i need to see but
we both know what weeps in the viscera of grass
am i heading over
or just passing through
will it ever look beautiful again
if it doesn't in the sun
if it doesn't in the sun
if it doesn't in the sun
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8. |
Buzzerhead
05:21
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up on your dope swing carousel
wave around when you think that you've found hell
you've got a long way to go
this suburban neighborhood glows with pinpoint
partysuckers, buzzerhead twitching bummers,
hijacked pisscouch huffers,
baby just watch watch watch the cut
i bet the marquee man with baggy hands
has got you feelin' right tonight
must be a holy day for the mosquitoes
looks like they won your limbs in a landslide
watch the children dance in a schoolyard trance
as you strum shadows out of streetlights
got a glass-laced hand from the bathroom mirror
said your skin it used to fit so tight
the doctor called he comes at dusk
with a stop-gap full of fauna
you wind your whispers up into hackney springs
tend to the world grown out your sofa
prop a world up out of the sofa
but your parents know, keeps you on your toes
put a lock on the medicine cabinet
i can't bear to think about
hole in the ground
that girlish frown
& it's desolate
you call it desolate
i call it desolate
we call it desolate
i can't wait
no i can't bear
to find you
sitting there
with a nothing stare
no i can't bear to think
about the dream
i had when you
told me to
clear the phone,
get back home
no i can't bear to think about
a hole in the ground
that girlish frown
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9. |
Hymn for Duck
01:57
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i threw a duck into a
rainforest cafe pond
it survived on pennies, dimes, and gum
cracked it’s head
rich man, oh
hey
whatever it takes
hey
whatever it takes
to make you see my sun
i’d do anything
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10. |
Butterflies
03:00
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(it’s okay)
the butterflies don’t care
they’re busy writing other songs
stolen spring time baby bliss
sprinkle it on your eyelids
maybe we’ll never be lonely again
fingers crossed
for a moment
just enjoy the song
and the trees
there’s ripples in your jeans
this is the way i live
nothing i can say for it
but hey
what else is there to do
what else
(how we swell)
what else
(green rebel)
what else is there to do / (sublimate)
i’m losing it with you / (i’m walking into you)
what else
(flanked by clouds)
what else
(voice resounds)
what else is there to do (sublimate)
i’m losing it with you (i'm pouring into you)
what else
(heart comes out)
what else
(without of a sound)
what else is there to do (inside)
i’m losing it with you (the cadence of your lungs)
pulsing in the brush
impressed upon
a spring evening
for a moment
it all makes sense
heavy eyelids flock
to the marrow of the brush
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11. |
Prell Light
03:07
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some things never change they just get old
i can’t even feel it but my head calls it home
i think of your car racing down my street
skidding away, a white flag was raised
you picked me up after work to grab a drink
you said that there’s comfort in routine
but i don’t know
i don’t know if I buy that from someone so low
then with nodding eyes under prell-light skies
you asked me how long we’ve been asleep
some things never change they just get old
i can’t even feel it but my head calls it home
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12. |
Pallor/Bends
04:41
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when you lay with me in bed
your eyes shine like ambulance sirens
& I can’t tell if you look beyond my face
o warden of silence
the soul curls up on a carousel
in flux it searches for a new shell
all these waiting games make my head spin
when I look at the sky I see the pallor of skin
there was a time when I was touched by truth
didn't just carve pleasure from all my fruits
everything's changing, then again it’s not
still as dizzy as when everything dropped
when I check my phone the message slips through
everyone back home they’re nobody new
I keep their pictures by the sink
there’s a part of me left in them I think
mal's in the hospital again
nav's selling pills to friends I had
& they sit in their circles
casting sun through the bends
sometimes I wish I was there
but im glad im not
i think that
i’m glad i’m not
i think that
i’m glad i’m not
i think that
the heart whirls backwards on a cassette loop
everything’s in place when im in my room
making these records, these tributes to dust
tear the days out of calendar husks
& the soul curls up on a carousel
in flux it searches for a new shell
all these waiting games make my head spin
when I look at the sky I see the pallor of skin
when I look at the sky I see the pallor of skin
when I look at the sky I see the pallor of skin
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