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Drone
05:27
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Now I'll save my own life again
Scrub dishes one at a time
Salt the water, walk away
Watched pot proverbs in mind
Break the brittle angel hair
Over the foaming silver pot
Turquoise strainer on the counter
Jar of premade pasta sauce
Eat while watching television
Rebinge sitcoms from NBC
we are all protagonists
Fall asleep during alien 3
Wake up just to go to bed
Rub my eyes rinse out the pot
Netflix asks "are you still watching?"
Three AM turn the lights off
Getting pretty good at making
weekdays go by
Keep my head down, smoke a
few, and watch time fly
Might as well be watching the paint dry
Might as well be watching the paint dry
Before I know it, spring
turns into fall
Just Killing time between
visits and calls
All in all it's just another stall
All in all it's just another stall
Green tea on the greyest days
Can't tell you what I did this week
Golden bruised sunset healing
Color palette mysteries
Sunlight fills an empty room
And hangs out there all day
It's energy is more productive
Than when I do the same
Except for sticky bass line hooks
At twelve I couldn't relate
To all consuming apathy
Living Longview by Green Day
But this daily drone
Still falls into meter
A baseline grounded hum
To fill out the rhythm
cat flicks its tail
Streetlights turn off
The thumb presses The rubber button
& the tv screen wakes up
Invisible rhythms all around us,
We snap to and quantize
Like looking at a map of a city
You’ve never been inside
Imagining grids in north and south
As horizontal 4/4 time
The bus's route - a sampled loop
Rush hour's tempo climbs
the electric bill falls on the floor
and doesn’t make a sound
a cloud crawls across the sky
But we stick around
a cat flicks its tail
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2. |
Tennessee Dreams
04:27
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ebbing, flowing mountain ranges
waves of peaks, undulating
static, massive rock formations
from the highway, animated
they roll and spread and decay
like ripples in a lake
but this time the dropped stone
was me driving away
toward the still water of home
amorphous, leafy kudzu structures
Seussian as a leech can muster
soft and round parasite skin
around the host, now skeleton
the vines reach out and spread
until the landscape is condensed
into one cohesive form
blanket over the dead
like a sheet over a ghost
tennessee dreams
mountains made of smoke
breathe the sound of green
broken spirit phalanges
the frequency
of these wave formation hertz
static buzzing cities
slide guitars in the breeze
a subtle sine of hills to grow
on some tangent back up the road
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3. |
Red Bird Rain
04:26
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do you remember the flood?
2008, the river a lake
our city covered in mud
and everything destroyed
my volkswagon passat and old innocent spots
like it was all a ploy
to push us down the river
to learn to let go, move with the ebb and flow
closure for beginners
funny how such filthy water
full of mud and debris, shit and disease
is such a cleansing offer
but the red bird said it ain't gonna rain
it ain't gonna rain no more
rained last night and the night before
but it ain't gonna rain
no more
now its raining like it was back then
the river was long, the snow tardy to thaw
and we're all a little frightened
but the sewer starts backing up
water in the streets and overflowing creeks
and the dam's almost had enough
but a solitary voice calls out
a long winged prophet in robes of scarlet
with meteorologic clout
but if its song of fortune is true
the rain will cease, riverbanks retreat
along with any chance to renew
but the red bird said
it ain't gonna rain
it ain't gonna rain no more
rained last night and the night before
but it ain't gonna rain
no more
so bring on the rain
bring on the flood
bring on the roadblocks
bring on the mud
clean out our city
clean out our past
clean out our habits
a cleanliness that lasts
but when it rains it pours
and its a monsoon or more
like a bottomless vessel
upturned on our castle
but if it floods
we'll roll up the rugs
move the couch
and weather it out
there's cans in the cupboard
candles, board games, and other
things to do if we get bored
until the clouds can't rain
no more
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4. |
Grey Scale
04:04
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god dammit i got stuck in grey
while the world turned black and white
somewhere in the gradient
between pure and absent light
stretched between two poles
what are the rules we're living by,
do we add or do we subtract?
how do we know if its all or nothing
when we look into black?
can it be both sometimes?
i don't much care
for the winter's chill
or the sweaty months
when its all uphill
i get bored
with the sun overhead
and i would at night
if i wasn't in bed
i prefer the subtle breezes of verdant spring and fall
when the sun is at eye level at fleeting dusk and dawn
give me that golden hour and fifty-nine degrees
absolutes are boring, give me the in-between
god dammit in the quest for balance
i got stuck in a door frame
both feet on different sides
but neither holds the blame
maybe there are hard lines
but wait, maybe i can live among
the studs and fiberglass
build a bed of dust and drywall
so i'll never have to ask
aren't i still inside?
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5. |
Worried (Now)
05:48
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worried now, won't be worried long
worried now, won't be worried long
Polarization
Balkanization
So complicated
And opinionated
Abrupt innovation
Deep implications
Progressive intentions
Heated aggressions
Worried now, won't be worried long
Worried now, won't be worried long
(Don't wanna worry, don't wanna worry)
A just insurrection - An overcorrection
Static and faceless - Easily hated
Judgmental confinement - No realignment
Idillic ambitions - salt in incisions
So much information - Over-saturation
Old conversations - In new rearrangements
No clarification - all anticipation
No inhibitions - All exposition
Late on a payment - Red ink bank statements
Your face in your fingers - Knowing dog whimpers
Abdominal aching -Is it cancer or aging?
Do you have insurance - Or enough high endurance?
Your partner's "just tired"
You shouldn't inquire
Face in the pillow
Weeping like a willow
I swear I (won't be)
Anxious and (worried)
Even though it's hard with
All that's going on (now)
Please say you (won't be)
Nervous and (worried)
Everything ends and
This won't last (long)
Tomorrow (won't be)
Absent, don't (worry)
Watch the horizon you can
Almost see the sun (now)
Soon enough it (won't be)
Normal to be (worried)
We can be at ease again
And maybe sleep all night (long)
Trying not to (be worried)
Always feels a little wrong
But maybe we should (be worried)
(Choppy samples)
I'm holding out that this won't last too long
Learning I really ain't that strong
But Im finding hope in old forgotten songs
Finding hope in old forgotten songs
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6. |
A Twitch
04:02
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What could possibly satisfy
The lingering twitch inside my eye
That keeps popping up, tugging at my lids
Not down to sleep but the side of my head
Toward
my
ear
Begging me to listen
A nervous reminder
I must have forgotten
The string around my finger
On so many things I have dropped the ball
Erik's birthday I forgot to call
A buried bill out of sight and mind
But still pulling on my dominant eye
Or
Is it
Just
Typical anxiety
Of things I could do better
Nagging at me motherly
For the things that I don't tell her
But odds are that it's probably
a vitamin deficiency
It might be just misfired nerves
A glitch in grey cerebral curves
Or else chemical residue
From all the drugs I've done and do
Maybe then it's still a sign
To shift habits and paradigms
Stop wasting time
I guess a twitch ain't an efficient
Way to keep tabs what you meant
I'd recommend paper and a pen
Or an alarm on your phone set when
You
Might
Need
To remember
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