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1. |
The Kitchenettes
02:36
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agues of the sunroom
soon starts the sweating fits
regretted like the lecher's kiss
tried to kill the distraction but she
sang for the kitchenettes
sang for the kitchenettes
hot water is working
to behead the boiling pots
she's certain that the stove was off
at the spill her reaction was she
sang for the kitchenettes
sang for the kitchenettes
clang like a china set
sang for the kitchenettes
no dream I dream
I built the empire from inside
your mid-wanderings
though she's always asking
her prayers will never reach
pass the ceiling in the room she sleeps
like balloons they've collected but she
sang for the kitchenettes
sang for the kitchenettes
clang like a china set
sang for the kitchenettes
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2. |
The Futurist
03:09
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the futurist the futurist
reveled in the 15th of July
the futurist the futurist
fashioning the night song from his spine
lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
you were the centers of these scenes
the futurist the futurist
soviet union after dawn
the futurist the futurist
waiting with a clean shirt and a gun
lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
you were to save me from these scenes
you were to save me from these scenes
"now you and I are quits
past one o'clock you must
have gone to bed"
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3. |
The Tourniquet
03:04
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Josephine hear my plea this time
they're promising you a perfect life
but when the wound is red
I'd be your tourniquet
and you'd be mine
you'd be mine
a fever dream is the world outside
a long and bleak, broken circus ride
and when you're near the end
I'd be your tourniquet
and you'd be mine
you'd be mine
love they're playing our song
softly droning factories and the smokestacks
hanging cabling gleams and sparks
ghosted scenes are your dreams in white
memories of an antique wife
and when the wound is red
I'd be your tourniquet
and you'd be mine
you'd be mine
body dressed for the afterlife
with graying hair and with crow-feet eyes
and though how old you'll get
and when an invalid
you will still be mine
still be mine
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4. |
The Proprietor
03:37
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detached hands demanding touch
skulking
eavesdropping on our lives
waiting for the right moment
to reach for us
then wounds go reopening
like flytraps they bite at the air
was there ever something there
faceless suitor
rooms are emptying
now from my aching mouth
words clawing their way out
my own shadow
striding out of step again
pain escapes to pain
and then back again
dead sound
lights out a tongue struggling
to speak
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5. |
The Peddler
04:22
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your daughters
your daughters
your daughters dream like them
your sisters
your sisters
your sisters look like them
as he passed through peaceful
the lepidopterist dream himself the needle
as he passed through
song that swooned the rats
slowly coming back
to take the children too
the peddler
the peddler
the peddler
disguised as the butterfly collector
in his stone pavilion
palo verdes blues
and ten thousand children's
damaged bedrooms
now in moth-moonlight
little brides-to-be
forced down dark aisles
of midnight streets
they hang like icicles
in their glass cocoons
each an unnamed prisoner
hid in plain view
song that swooned the rats
slowly coming back
to take the children too
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6. |
The Solipsist
02:00
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I'll show you the world's end tonight
I'll show you the world's end tonight
can't tell a carbon monoxide cloud
from an angel
with chemical lullabies
with chemical lullabies
one holy trumpeter's clanging his song
like a siren
the moon is a bloodshot eye
that moon is a bloodshot eye
the moon is a bloodshot eye
that moon is a bloodshot eye
it hangs stiff as criminal's face
from the gallows
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7. |
The Tumor
02:48
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one name we were
one place we were
a twin sister sleeps inside
a birthmark a latent life
malignant, straining,
and in full bloom
under our mid-November moon
skin the texture of ginger root
a child unseen a ghosted womb
one name we were
one shape we were
hey their sister of mine
you'd hardly recognize
a scrapheap-of-skin disguise
mother strained in that white room
under our mid-November moon
slowly out the exit wound
a child unseen a ghosted womb
in black waters a dark fish broods
eyeless, looming, in search for food
sister remember those brothers
who were born outside of a garden for two
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8. |
The Triptych
03:17
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at the pattern's ill-returning
knowing habit would choose for me
shame their on the other side
the other side
the other side
the last proceeding yet to come
ten lashings for the things you've done
the Sunday paper shreds itself to bits
like a triptych of the furies
in movements of three it breeds
thirst, the act, then fate
the endless hate
the endless hate
the endless hate
the last proceeding yet to come
ten lashings for the things you've done
the Sunday paper's aching comic strip
dear Lord I don't know what my best is anymore
we were born as slaves
so be careful who you throw the chains to
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9. |
The Sunroom
03:13
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nothing uglier than the sun
after a sleepless night
nothing uglier than the sun
after a sleepless night
and that daylight was once a dream's afterlife
somnolent night now just an empty sight
shadow of the cure
for how to be anything anymore
God bless the room
that's only a room
before its walls pulse
a nostalgic heart
a nostalgic heart
and that daylight was once a dream's afterlife
somnolent night now just an empty sight
why when i say sorry
why won't the mind forgive the body
forgive the body
forgive the body
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