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Adelaide
02:47
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train glides by your apartment at 3
and from the windows you see
stuttered reflections of who you used to be
lipstick on your teeth, blood and bone
empty skeletons in which you've made a home
hey adelaide
wine reduces your world to shapes
hey adelaide
walking down your company's street
smoke so thick it's just like walking through a dream
necklace around your neck like the small spines of insects
everything dead conveys the way it resurrects
hey adelaide
emptiness is sewn to your shade
hey adelaide
you mistake your dress for the river
you say "nothing's delivered¹
but it can always be replaced"
1. "No, nothing was delivered
Yes, ’n’ someone must explain
That as long as it takes to do this
Then that’s how long that you’ll remain."
Bob Dylan, "Nothing was Delivered"
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2. |
Red Shift
02:26
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broken up by time
in different designs
our bodies align
across the gaps in history
on the horizon i
see a fluttering flatline
you appear
shivering, swearing in the moonlight
and everything holds a silence¹
everything holds a violence
cradled by the trees
absorbed and replaced by the snow
and everything holds a silence
you move away
in a blur of red
until you're just an echo
in the back of my head
there's no future, there's no past
the past isn't over the past isn't past
soft black hillside swallowed in mist
there's no future, it doesn't exist
our bodies overlapping
our bodies stop advancing
shiver and stutter
and dissolve into the distance
our bodies overlapping
there's no future, there's no past
the past isn't over the past isn't past
soft black hillside swallowed in mist
there's no future, it doesn't exist
1. "Everything contains some
silence." Kay Ryan, "Shark's Teeth"
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3. |
Four More Beers
02:16
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something you said
stuck in my head
these are regrets in three dimensions
and all the empties catch and scatter light as if they were growing into separate explosions
get in the car
drive to the bar
stare into the mystery of our condition
the beer cans in backseat form parts of a dense interlocking prism
consult astrology
dream of autonomy
these apartment walls are drifting into geometry
we remember last night
in units of past lives
we ache
we ache
we ache
'cause we didn't heal right
four more beers
bring me back here
back to the site of our most recent extinction
i know each and every word you've said but i still don't comprehend the meaning
your arm grazes
a beer on the table
and it shatters into infinite fractions
I see the beginnings of an expanding universe
or the yawn of infinite distractions
a field of anxiety
crackles around me
walking is like falling from the top of a building
we remember last night
in units of past lives
we ache
we ache
we ache
cause we didn't heal right
memories take on substance
the past isn't a distance
the past is still here with us
we sit in the midst of its indifference
i am not my old self
i've been replaced by someone else
a bag of flesh and nerves and fear
crawling toward another beer
we didn't heal right
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4. |
Panner Plant
02:34
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it ain't really sacred if you piss on it every day
it ain't really hatred but i can't stand the things you say
and the frequency
the immediacy
like a field recording
of corroded machines
it's your right
and you're right
(you're right, you're right, you're right)
you're here with the somehow and mighta beers
(you're right, you're right, you're right)
and you feel like i've gone off the rails again
(you're right, you're right, you're right)
it ain't really working if you break down every day
and i'm really hurting but maybe i'll be okay
don't worry bout me
no dependency
i'm like an extra
without any scene
it's your right
and you're right
(you're right, you're right, you're right)
you feel like i've gone off the rails again
(you're right, you're right, you're right)
but there were no rails where i began
(you're right, you're right, you're right)
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5. |
Messy, Isn't It
02:42
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lost at sea (in the slipstream of meaning)
for what seems like weeks (the emptiness of dreaming)
or a whole life (displaced from the heart to the artery)
rounded with dreamless sleep (displaced from the heart to the artery)
this may be (if it feels like anything)
the last you hear from me (If it keeps me from sleeping)
tethered my whole life (fate is a space from insanity)
finally broke free (fate is a space from insanity)
the world is dope sick
yeah it's jonesin'
and it's closin' in
and my bank account is empty man
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stuck between stations
stuck between waves of static and ruin, abandon and repetition
undoing the songs until they're close to experience
until they're a perfect solidified document
there's just noise until there's silence
hanging over the ashes of government
what's left isn't history it's not sensibility it's not morality, just anarchies of meaning
(we thought of ourselves as here!)
in the center of this second
in the indivisible scene
pulsing with activity
in the incoherence of dreams
she said i'm not a document
i am infinite, hanging over the ashes of governments
these are coordinates within coordinates
describe how the noise evolves into the silence.
watching us accept our fate
aligning our bodies to the designs of our state
she never thought of herself as leaving, someone who was never coming back from something
(she thought of herself as here!)
in the center of this second
in the indivisible scene
pulsing with activity
bristling psychology
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