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7¢ Birds
03:47
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after the snow’s all melted
and the wind is at its peak
its time to bust out the rake,
but not for leaves
‘cause all this shit turns up
used condoms and coffee cups
and discarded husks
of chips and candy bars
well there’s power in
this chicago springtime breeze
elevating plastic bags
to living in the trees
like some kind of crinkled up bird
with its airy song exhaled and slurred
but it don’t carry
that same weight no more
TV cable ivy climbing up the wall
sunflower antennae stretching, growing tall
four-door steed’s horseshoes, tired of the track
a tungsten midnight sun rose when all else
fades to black
and there ain’t so much wildlife
as there are remains of wild nights
and the flora and fauna
are just neutered cats and marijuana
but the landscape’s somehow the same
parking lot mountains and skyscraper plains
but the one piece that don’t quite fit -
anything can be trash if you let it
a dimebag pouch
scurries across the street
slips into the sewer
from the fast approaching heat
but no one ever asks why
it’s just looking for shelter tonight
but it’s its turn to hit the sack
and refill itself of what it lacks
we all want that too,
how could you turn your back?
well its time that we respect the rights of trash
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2. |
Car, Revisited
03:12
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i remember that song i did hear
when your hands slid your headphones down on my ears
and the quarter note jangle of doubled guitars
and a voice that didn’t sound like it could exit doug marsch
we were driving 100, finger tips on the wheel
and with the gentlest touch, you know it all gets real
when we almost crashed this eponymous car
like it was built to wreck, but it never went that far
and you were more like a dream
that should have been on a movie screen
we took apart the world and figured out how it worked
but when we put it back together it worked a little worse
we replaced everything just where it was found
but there were just a few parts lying around
but rather than trying to consult a map
you know i threw my hands up, i said “enough of this shit,”
my car runs okay, i’ve already got a guide
its time that i leave and maybe go for a drive
but you were more like a dream
that should have been on a movie screen
i’m stoned on a sunny, breezy, midwest afternoon
and i hope that you’ll be riding shotgun again soon
i found out what comets, stars, and moons are all about
i felt the perspective of the moon shift from itself
i want to read
books adapted from movies of my dreams
and i want to sing
songs about songs about dreams about everything
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3. |
Ends/Means
04:18
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well its time i hit the road again
it’s been way too much time
since my tires hit the asphalt
with no destination in mind
so i’ll drive up through wisconsin
try stating my desires
but every time i see them clearly
i’m stuck down to my chassis in a mire
i’ll take this small escape
from the cityscape
places i have to be
exit on interstates
leave at a faster rate
so i can ditch the concrete
through my natural eyes
i can empathize
with the changing leaves
up lake michigan
where the city’s sin
reaches milwaukee
but in the voids between
burger kings and walgreens
you can smell the earth
you can hear it breathe
so i like to wait
for the transitory states
the ends always seem
a little more like the means
i think i’ve been here once before
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4. |
Newton Falls, OH
04:18
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somewhere near newton falls, ohio
there’s an energy split between
two iconic shining skyscapes
whose differences i’ve yet to glean
maybe in newton falls, ohio
there’s a balance that makes some sense
a four hundred mile median
where there exists a present tense
right now in newton falls, ohio
someone else is living this cliché
pie and coffee, sitting at a diner
struggling with finding words to say
but if the namesake holds up
and gravity is more than a lie
the center will tether us together
flip these falls into a rise
maybe if the apple stops halfway
between the branch and the ground
the wind will blow it elsewhere
and we’ll just keep following it around
who knew that newton falls, ohio
which i have passed by many times
could hold our perfect ratio
on some lonely I-80 mile?
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5. |
12
00:59
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you’d think with all the things
i know about you, i’d be bored
but i’m always reminded of
the magic of three chords
and all the million melodies
that fit ‘tween I, IV, V
well, its hardly a wonder
we’re all conscious and alive
but with hundreds of elements
and infinite space and time
ain’t it funny how just twelve notes
can fill up a lifetime
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6. |
From Life
05:00
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marks and tones have no concept of shame
even if the curves and planes are the same
tentative lines – dusty placeholders
carving away – at the blades of shoulders
gestural spine – erase the axis
brush it away – not the form it captures
depth in tone – detail in eyes
facial features – crucified
papyrus tooth – ashen nail
speckled texture – gestures prevail
does the bend in your back come from the weight that you’ve carried?
do these shades of burned black capture all of your worries?
and how much of this is you?
how much of this is me?
can there be pure objectification
or universally unique?
stretching tendons – fingers unfurled
contorted muscles – neck is curled
shifting poses – new scenery
landscape angles – and pubic trees
curves so complex – convex, concave
motion inherent – planes like waves
twist in the spine – bend in the legs
what destination? – flat on the page
does the bend in your back come from the weight that you’ve carried?
do these shades of burned black capture all of your worries?
and how much of this is you?
how much of this is me?
can there be pure objectification
or universally unique?
but the chest still lifts
and the head still shifts
extended arms tremble
my perspective changes angle
looking back and forth
mark gestures racing toward it
with so much turmoil
how could this not be temporal?
well is anybody every really nude?
especially when in another’s view?
i feel naked sometimes even fully clothed
and on every break we take, you put on your robe
is there something else obscured under garb?
maybe something even nakedness could guard?
well these marks and tones have no concept of shame
even if the curves and planes are the same
these marks and tones have no concept of shame
so i guess i don’t have my body to blame
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7. |
Homing
04:29
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a twig, a stick, a cigarette butt
a bobby pin, a string, with my spit-up
i’m an engineer by instinct
i’m an engineer by instinct
build the bedroom basin and four walls
the ceiling needs replacing come fall
i was born an architect
i was born an architect
and i get up early
‘cause i’ve been building a home
just thought you should know
it’ll be here waiting
there’s always room for more
you know i built it for
all the songs we’ve been singing
i might fly away
but i’ll be back the first day
of the next season
i’ve been building a home
just thought you should know
it’ll be here waiting
so fly back home
to the landscape that built your hollow bones
and our ancestors so old
warned us of a meteor coming, or so its told
and ours, it might be here
so fly back birdie, you and i will be safe here
just fly back home,
(i’m an engineer by instinct)
fly back home
(i was born an architect)
i’ve been building a home
just thought you should know
it’ll be here waiting
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