1. |
The Exception
03:05
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How did Dian Fossey die?
Machete blow across the eye—
It’s so easy to kill a person.
It’s just a wonder it doesn’t happen
much, much, much more often,
and yet…
the Exception,
that’s what love is, isn’t it?
Who to see the Hutu seize the Tutsi?
Too tall to see your neighbor on his knees—
It’s so easy to kill a race.
It’s just a wonder we haven’t lost
99% of our face,
and yet…
the Objection,
that’s what love is, isn’t it?
How did Armageddon start?
Nuclear bomb or poison dart?
It’s so easy to end it all.
It’s a wonder all our structures
don’t just crumble down and fall,
and yet…
the Injection,
that’s what love is, isn’t it?
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2. |
Falta
03:12
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Is it my moral sense?
Early stage stunted conscience
Is it my depth of thought?
Abstract concept: not a lot
Is it artistic hand?
Errant, aberrant, incoherent brand
What’s missing here?
Is it my supplies?
Crap processor, astigmatic eyes
Or is it my faith?
Can’t seem to conjure life after death
Is it humility?
I am the best at seeing the worst in me
What’s missing here?
Is it my concentration?
Never mastered the application
Is it my conversation?
Clammed up out of reservation
Is it my confidence?
Self-worth valued less than pence
What’s missing here?
You say something’s missing here,
you say the same year after year,
all your demons of commission
feeding back with my own of omission.
Just next time before you slam it
Why don’t you fill it in, goddamnit!
What’s missing here?
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3. |
Things Go to the Side
03:07
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Things go to the side,
and they take you along for the ride.
As much as you rush and you push
to keep them all straight,
in the end these things just won’t abide.
Things go to the side,
they bend and they warp and they slide.
You dream and you wish for symmetry
that’s ideal and great,
but of course your will is denied.
Things go to the side,
and when you seek the facts they go hide.
You strive to arrive at the horizon’s
golden gate,
but the world is impossibly wide.
Things go to the side,
buffeted by waves that collide.
You row row row your boat
but the dusk’s getting late,
so just go out with the tide.
Things go to the side.
They play around with you till you die,
all your fiercely held atoms
released through the peat.
You can be proud at least that you tried.
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4. |
Monkey Moon
03:12
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the monkey moon converged
with a cooking kettle
left every cowboy tinkling stars
from his eyes that night
the doorkey monster shown
though the firefalling spell she drew
every combo conceivable
but the maze was shivered slate
milky meanies rummaging
through the causeway troughs
left tufts of scattered seeds
in shaken birth canals
The money man held court
with a bible and a virus
swam a tentacle before us
audacious, preening, ‘buy us, buy us’
olympus mons blew top,
blue and red flashed in my mind
love this gift you’ve given me
monuments of filtered clarity
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I’m already infected by it;
now I think that you should try it.
Said I’m already infected by it;
and now I think that you should try it too.
You tried so long to stay so clean
and keep all your colors segregated,
but now you’ve suffered your first spill,
so just let them get all miscegenated.
I’m already infected by it,
and if it’s fading then I’ll dye it.
Said I’m already infected by it,
and now I think that you should try it too.
Dip your DNA in the shallow end.
It only feels cold till you bare your skin.
Turn you enemies all into friends
and your Volkswagen morph to a Benz
I’m already infected by it,
and if it’s selling then I’ll buy it.
Said I’m already infected by it,
and now I think that you should try it too.
I’m drunk on drink that spiked the sky,
and now I’ve come to realize
it’s not the words but the vision,
suffer ten centuries to make this day’s decision.
I’m already infected by it,
and if my friends lend fire I’ll higher it.
Said I’m already infected by it,
and if my friends lend little hands then I’ll fire them.
Feeling tremors all around,
are they from my hips or just the ground?
if I let this ball drop from my hand,
it’s going to rip asunder land from land.
Tried to hold on to my fear of death,
but now I’m nearly out of breath.
Look at you who cross no line,
just let it fall at last to blur with mine.
Your faces now are all so tense,
to relax we’ll have to lose our sense.
Going to strip away this concrete street
so your kids can walk with light dark feet.
I’m already infected by it;
kills so quick but what a riot.
Said I’m already infected by it,
and now I think that you should try it too.
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6. |
Maybe I Am
01:46
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I’m half of one thing,
half of another,
I guess I’m still halfway
in the leash of my mother.
Jesus took to the desert,
Krishna too.
I tried it for a bit, but
it got me too blue.
Now like Luke Skywalker
leaving Tatooine,
my training’s stuck
somewhere in between.
Then there’s John the Baptist,
said “I have a dream.”
I could do that much
so it would seem.
So if I’m a prophet,
half false, half true,
maybe you’re a savior:
see what you can do
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7. |
In the Midst
01:37
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four billion years
since the birth of the sun,
four billion years
till it’s all done,
after the rise of an empire
and before the fall,
all grown up now
but still enthralled,
in the summer season
on the longest day,
seen the clock strike noon
and then I looked away...
and back down at my hand
that holds a knife
and the other on the neck
of whom I’ll take the life
and out across the fields
with soldiers strewn
and up above the mountain peaks
lit by the moon.
in the middle of a crisis,
in the midst of the fray,
I saw the bullseye in my crosshairs
and then I looked away.
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8. |
La madriguera de nieve
02:16
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En la madriguera
de nieve
la osa respira
mientras duerme
por encima
la figura
triangular
centelleante
aliento
de cristal
incesante
sobre el techo
y el choque
de las olas
contra
la helada pared
entre el sol
y el nucleo
la capa externa
se agrieta
rayos entran
corrientes
subterráneas
reaparecen
la osa
entreabre un ojo
su corazon
empieza a correr
de distintos
puntos de
la tierra
nacen sus hijos
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9. |
Peculiar Condition
02:09
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here I am again crawling
through ventilation shafts
a leaf in a copy machine
say my mare she’s here too
though I’ve crossed the ocean
I must feed her with songs
an escaped slave runs in
I’m suddenly wary
to risk helping him
or just turn away
wear green today
(put the others away)
you’ll look strong and wealthy
someone’s going to notice you
a giant wave is crossing the town
not sure if water or of sound but
things are bound to take a new direction
run my hands in the grooves
of the cliff I walk along
enter cracks crevices caves
when I close my eyes I can’t decide
if I’m in a buried coffin
or out the bursting cosmos
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10. |
Milk and Wine
04:26
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She drank milk and wine
wine mixed with milk
the fresher from the cow
the most aged from the barrel
she’s religious right
and bleeding liberal
she’s everything there is
except without the middle
she’s only good
‘cause it’s bad to be good
if it were good to be good
then she’d just be bad
sure she’s a phony
but at least she’s a real phony
painting her self-portrait
in a concave vanity mirror
self-diagnosis is
inferior superiority
borderline bipolar
simplex complex
as she complained
expounded and explained
how the golden rule dost makest
a masochist a sadist
I couldn’t pay attention
preoccupied by the need
to let my farts out
in homeopathic bouts
she said, friend,
the day
should always end
with a mug to the brim
of wine and milk
and begin again
with a long-stem glass of
coffee and arsenic
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11. |
Courtly Crush
04:20
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12. |
Before I Begin
02:35
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I’m worn out
before I even began.
I’m the past of
futurism.
I’m resting
on my laurels
from the alternate versions
of my fantasies.
I’m broke down by
thoughts of the trip ahead.
I’m the gear that
wrenched the whole machine.
I’m lucid and alert
as only the most
afflicted
could ever be.
When our eyes meet
for an instant
and I become you,
you become me,
and we go on
each in his profile,
only in opposite ways
I’m the exile
I’m the exile
I’m the usurper
the usurper
and I am king!
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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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