1. |
Seized
04:42
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They pulled
the tongue
from the wagon
Stunned … muffleroar
kill the engine
Crack-toothed
gear skips
and pulls the soft
crutch
Banged its dried
rubber tip
of secession
Din of abandonment
through amber glass
we hide the litterer
And the houses
crowd like crooked
teeth in a
broken-jawed
mouth
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2. |
Superior
04:22
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It's not hard
it's not hard
to see
She
sifts through chain link
a static whisper
the lead window
Superior
Who
owns the jackhammer
who fools the future
who owns the copper eye
Dull
spit-shined veneer
slept through the sermon
of stuck alarms
Superior
And it's true
that your white shirt lights
up the skyline
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3. |
Stainless
05:22
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So long to silence
bragged there's no
stop signs … here
Kindred crooked hubcap
protects the
Chevrolet testicles
The lonely senator
struck his plastic pitchfork
on the steel plate
on his head
I swallowed their
bales of hay
and gunpowder
and ducked the spark
Though luckily
the shrill jet whines
the treasure rides
on a ringing roof
Eyes shooting blanks
show me
show me
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4. |
Razor-Ribbon
04:18
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Please don't
align your gutters
Please don't
pull the shades
When the target rusts
and the angel dust
is all around you
again
When the North Star
is wrapped in iron
with windows
of cellophane
And your noisy peepholes
are fogging up
and your limbs lock …
Don't crush the lights
don't crush the lights
Don't crush the lights
don't crush the lights
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5. |
Give
05:43
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Didn't I hear you say
you've got a lot to give
Didn't I hear you say it
you know
The antique goals
and coal
just run this factory
too slow
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6. |
Hopeless
06:20
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I have no hope
or teeth to bite
it's a blazing asphalt path
The road, the road
sunk a tarred-and-feathered sun
The tree-lined
margin of error
the backseat springs
are poking at me
It shows, it shows
The stolen tones
that drugged them home
the yellow stripe down his back
It's gold, it's gold
It's not the typewriter
that's dumb
we hung the notes out
let 'em run
You'll know, you'll know
Stuccoed
the crack in the bell
shined
the old scoreboard
The prize
the denim throat
and ancient blurred frets
I couldn't hear
Tuned
your used ticked
punched
my crooked drum
Searched
for the perfect change
and bronzed the thin tracks
I couldn't hear
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7. |
Push-Pull
04:36
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Uneven odds
erotic message
opening in the cinderblock
In the twilight
get the camera
quick
because my lamp is dim
This lit-glow torch
can't go the distance
Don't let him polish
the Bill of Rights
with his sandpaper
and a jealous grudge
She's no traitor
she's just bathing
and besides
get out of here
You're confused pilgrim's
an Indian giver
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8. |
Voiceover
04:53
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9. |
Reel
04:24
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It touched my hair
it touched my hair
and moved
right through
I seemed to saw
a large number in bold
complained
all the way
Jump …
jump to breathe
Jump …
jump to breathe
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10. |
Charismatic
03:57
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Made a promise
to me, to me
and it's true
My eyes were
drawn
right on
End o' the line
vision
poised defender
Undone division
song sung
low notes
and it's so
No whistleblower
muted
taped shut
See the course
unwinding
A very high bullseye
Pulling you back
to the beginning
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11. |
Untitled
00:55
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