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I rebelled against rebellion
when I realized that rebelling is just another great tradition
That left me back where I started
but with a different feeling
I grew so cynical about cynicism
that I began to see lots of goodness to believe in again
That left me back where I started
but with a different feeling
I doubted even doubt itself
until it dissolved into a belief in absolutely everything
That left me back where I started
but with a different feeling
I felt such waves of anxiety about my anxiety
that they canceled out into a calm
That left me back where I started
but with a different feeling
Dove into solipsism so extreme I denied the last scrap of myself
and my dream became about everyone else
That left me back where I started
but with a different feeling
Without pause wandered so far
I went all the way around this restless, spinning world
that left me back where I started
but with a different feeling
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2. |
n a cave
03:39
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Know what I heard
These are the last days
And we are in a cave
Retinal thistles rays knitting
And knotting through pupils days
So let's eat ourselves and transplose
Transmigrate and be deborn
Just this once without end
Just this once without end
(Know what I saw
Know what I felt
Know what I saw
Know what I felt)
Know what I heard
That this is halftime now
And we are in a cage
Anyway you know that freedom
Is something that you long for
Desperately an instant
But only till the urge returns
To lock yourself in again
Lock yourself in again
(My friends, the winds,
Say what message she sends)
Know what I heard
These are the first days
And we are in amazement
At the visions of the darkness
But if we have to grope the walls
I’d rather do it with one less
If on the other hand
I could only hold yours in
If I could only hold yours in
(Know what I sensed
Know what I thought
Know what I sensed
Know what I thought)
Know what I heard
These are the last days
And we are on a stage
Flimflamanaflamdadamana
ramdamdamanalamdadamana
Stages are frightful places
That you can fall from
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Let's play at love
Or let love be play
Let's let love last
'Least one last day
It's just an eddy
Inside a side pool
Of the creek that runs
behind the old school
Another day down
In which I didn't die
A day to dance and
Stick it in your eye
Now here lies one
Now 206, and then
Here lies all the dust that blows
Down a mountain
Grey twilight
I'm tired
When was the end of my prime?
Dozing rousing
Rosying dousing
Drifting in and out
of hazy crazy dreams
and everyday scenes
I hesitated
and let everything
just slip away
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4. |
Ego Play
03:46
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So let’s go, you and I,
Playing tic-tac-toe across the sky,
Rows and columns stretching wide
As we proceed to great-divide
All the nations of the earth
Lined up and up and from the first,
On the other as a cross
personalities be tossed.
We’ll take turns taking on
chief and thief and any whom,
And anywhere trace beautifully
Line on line of identity!
Let’s make for you and me
Necklaces of memories,
Millions and lasting miles
And lay them out across the hills,
One strung up for each emotion,
Each idea and each sensation,
Sad chain and a happy one,
One for pressure one for freedom.
Try each on in turn and trade
Glistening pearls of single shade
Down manifold years in a flight,
Then equal old but different light!
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When the man with a baby in his hand
Met the lady with a dog on either side
Watchers on a hill were heard to say
At this point all things are fated to collide
When the man with a navy in his hand
Met the land with a god on either side
Watchers on a hill were heard to say
At this point all things are fated to surprise
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6. |
Logogynosonophilophilia
05:57
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I love women
And I love men
Who love women
And I love Yemen
For your lovely women
And I'll do a yeoman's work for you
If the chance is given
I love women
And the men
From the wombs of women
I love music
And I love
The muses loved by the music
And I love Moskva
For your lovely music
And I'll sing out like a mystic
If you'll choose to hear it
I love music
And the amusement
Meant for the music
I love words
And I love
Woe blue and
Love red too
And I love the World
For your flood of words
And all the water and the woods
I'll work into my verse for you
I love words
Wide enough
To wander into
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7. |
Novichok
04:24
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Novichok is realpolitik
Realpolitik is novichok
I for one will not forget
Victor Jara en el Estadio Chile.
Those Washington bullets, yeah
You know they too are realpolitik.
Why are our governments
The greatest serial killers?
How will the killing stop
If those who lead don't
First hold back their stone?
Propaganda is realpolitik
Realpolitik is propaganda
Internet impersonation
Talking chaff and misinformation
From the Kremlin’s own IRA
All the way to sweet home Alabama and
Why are our governments
The greatest pathological liars?
How will we ever know the real
If those who lead don't
First hold back their tongues?
Dopage is Realpolitik
Realpolitik is Dopage
To the victor go the spoils
So salute all those ubermenchen,
From the USPS Team
To the holy host of Sochi,
Why are our governments
The greatest competitive cheats?
How can we see the light of justice
If those who lead don't
Take their gloved hands off the scales?
(Between you and me)
Listen brothers, fellow values voters,
Just ignore my public protestations,
For I too by secret ballot bid our president do
The deed so our conscience can remain pristine.
So sit back and just watch the plan unfold...
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8. |
Ode To A Weed
04:10
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Ode to
A weed
That grows
Between
Train tracks
And road
so much
owed to
a weed
glazed
with rust and
asphalt dust
Alone in a
Beeloud
Aisle
Guardias
Erizando
Pitas agrias
While hempen
Hands -- they
Row the breeze --
Thy soul -- selects
Within to
Gaze
Weeds of my
Disposition
Mes frères
Laids
Infâmes
Et maudits
Whose weeds
These are
I think I know.
I have inches to go
To cross them
Though.
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9. |
My Secret Radio Snow
05:46
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A nonsense video transmitted
Via scrambled signal and seen
On an antiquated TV set
Set behind wooded brambles
During a day of blizzard
Through fogged up goggles and followed
With a cataract thick as Niagara
By a disorganized mind
An incessant repeated scream
Mic'd through an echo effect
Feedback turned to 10 and
Projected through a labyrinthine
Thousand-torch lit grotto’s
Center chamber of mirrors
All polished to perfection
And reflecting into infinity
Alternating electrical current
Pushed through a sputtering fluorescent tube
Feeding knots of overblown transistors
Red with brownian motion of electrons
Turning gears that catch and clang
For each noise-gate activated
Intermittent dopamine injection
Into this Parkinsonian cyborg
So send, please send me a signal,
Use my wake word again and again,
I'm slumped and immobile without your
Loud perfume permeating my skin
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10. |
GEBN Song ("Gibbonsong")
08:06
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11. |
Theme
05:33
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I bet you expect me to
Write a song about writing a song about writing a song
Well the only way that you’d be right is if you
Think I'm right about your being wrong
And I bet you bet
That I bet you bet that I know you know who you think you are
Each of us more anonymous all the better to become the other's star
I can call you Dot if you call me Terry
Our relationship is very epistolary
When Adam delved and Eve she span
Who was then the gentleman?
When Eve she delved and Adam span
Then who was the gentleman?
Rockem-Sockem Shoemaker-Levy
You call Morton-Thiokol to install an O-ring In your Chevy
I take my Mercedes-Benz across the Mason-Dixon line
'Cause I got a bad crush on Kellogg-Briand
Yes, your favorite rapper sticks a hyphen
Between his M and his C
Same way he’ll stick a harbor
Between your land and your sea, ya see
When Adam delved and Eve she span
Who was then the gentleman?
When Eve she delved and Adam span
Who was then the gentleman?
When Adam delved and Eve she span
Who was then the gentleman?
And Eve?
Like Ramakrishna digested Jesus and Mohammed too
I'll digest him and all of Whitman’s multitudes
Then swallow galaxies that are parts of quarks
Come out idiot-savant and a hipster-dork
Freezing time with the stroke of a pen
Which when it stops sets off the race again
When Adam delved and Eve she span
Who was then the gentleman?
When Eve she delved and Adam span
Who was then the gentleman?
When Adam dove and Eve she swam
Who was then the one who ran?
When Eve she delved and Adam span
Who was then the gentleman?
Now, I'm just trying to make myself a clown
Still dancing in a trance long after curtain’s down
To shoot a hole through the guts of my reputation
Let inside me all the world's dirt and degradation
Twist the branches of my pedigree
Till the shame runs down the lines of all my progeny
Got to get this down quick in case that I
Sudden feel regret, think twice, deny
When Adam delved and Eve she span
Who was then the gentleman?
When Eve she delved and Adam span
Who was then the gentleman?
Toutes ces beautés plus qu'humaine, où sont les neiges d'antan?
Mais toutes ces héroïnes de guerre, où sont les soleils d'hier?
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12. |
Johnny B's Turn to Dance
03:23
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Craggs-Farallon
Born in the fourth outermost ring of Saturn in the year MMMMCCCXXI G.G.O. (the calendar with 0 being the year of the Glorious Glustakian Oath), C-G is a distant cousin of Sun Ra. In 2017 AD/CE, re uploaded a copy of remself to Earth's internet after finding little success with similar maneuvers in Neptune and Uranus. Res original body is now in an orbit slowly spiraling into the Jovian atmosphere. ... more
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