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1. |
Blow
03:28
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Read the signs, the black viscera.
Untie the rope. Do not drop the body,
these bones shall learn to walk again, faithfully.
Wrap it in balm, or honey,
tender it with oil.
It will not be destroyed by oil,
nor shall the organs and viscera be removed.
Lying there, what leaks out shall
be repaid with puissance or power,
magnificence or praise. As such, a
sacrificial name shall be required. Nor
any reading beyond the commonplace.
We know that not EVERYTHING is
transparent like water. WITNESS
the unerring runners with their banners.
The armies standing victorious following
the storm. Unsheathe the blade rusting
by the Western Wall, I will, inevitable,
Think of what occurred here, all that
went before. That, needless to say,
destiny too is a sword, and if that’s
all one expects from life, SO BE IT,
for when the stroke falls you’ll be
wanting it to fall FOREVER, the blood
spouting red and warm from the swiftly
dismembered carcass. Which means its
going to be that kind of year (in whatever
time it takes to make visible those codes
of World), for the BLOW about to fall.
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2. |
Ima Christian
03:19
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Concerned for the unborn
Cause they aren’t even here yet
The heathens that are living
I mostly forget
Though I walk through the shadow of the valley of breadth
My eyes are only wide open to what I know best
Ima Christian
Ima Christian
The way to the kingdom is through the Supreme Court
liars, thieves, oligarchs is with whom I cavort
How my skin reflects light is of greater import
That’s what’s in my heart and to what I report
Ima Christian
Ima Christian
Blood money and fiction dolled out from the tent
My life is beyond infinite why should I have any regrets
I’m here for a purpose I’ve always suspect
Right wrong indifferent I’m all in on the bet
Ima Christian
Ima Christian
Color me purple or red white and blue
I’m gonna be me and the lost will be you
What this boils down to is your need for respect
Need swaths to look down on to make you more perfect
Ima Christian
Ima Christian
SOLILOQUY
Your nothingness
Is nothing new to me
Your universe
Is a tomb to me
I tell you this Son you made
Is solely death
My eyes are blind
To your Golgotha
You will meet me
At the bottom
Of the abyss
The immensity
Of your universe is death
I want all of you to shut up:
What do you want from me now?
Live, blood, guts--
You want salvation?
All that’s left is madness
You drove me to this
Nailed me to a tree
I’m sick too
Sicker than you
My disease is forever
I know no comfort
We’re all maniacs here
I want to live
I want to burn
All i ask is no one
Loves me in return
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3. |
Dogs Are Everywhere
04:14
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Fearful we’ll abandon our history or steal it
Fearful we’ll set up borders around that history
Fearful we’ll drive up rents on that history
And talk and talk and talk about the old days
And rhyme whilst the pigs close the borders
Fearful we’ll BE those borders
Fearful we’ll confuse those borders
With songs like these
And sit inside those songs
As if they are the scars on our veins
Fearful our scars will turn into lullabies
And that we will turn into dogs
It’s time to keep inside our whispers
In our signals, in our silences
As each face changes
As our cells divide
In the great procession these faces
As if we are dogs
As if we barked at strangers
Somewhere are angels
Angels with claws
Dogs are everywhere
Dogs are everywhere
Dogs are everywhere
Somewhere are angels
Angels with claws
Sometimes at night the dogs return
Earnestly pleading
Each speaking of its maelstrom
And we envy their ability to speak
They go limping where no one goes
Pinned down only by the clocks
Dream of coupling in pig latin
Waiting for the screaming mad
To plunge down another’s mouth:
Take me, Brutus, we don’t
Need to do this yet!
Then as quick as they came
They saunter off to where
They join the crap through which
Nothing existed, when being was all
This day will not remember them,
But tonight sure as hell will
As they are and will be
The most resilient once life has ended
Viewed in mansion’s many rooms
And once night touches us all
We we sleep--we dream
This is the mirror we step
Through into existence
Past the skyscrapers
We are the dogs
This is the mirror we step
Through into existence
Past the skyscrapers
We are the dogs
This is the mirror we step
Through into existence
Past the skyscrapers
We are the dogs
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4. |
To Live Without Fear
05:04
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Windsoaring planes
hIghflying carpet
All the way to meadowland
Flight along the lust principle
Wind rudder in vibration
Inside is homelike
Echoing against the mattress
The cells just waddle
Folded linen landing gear
Beauty is resting
Hanging stretched out
In the air
Cocksure in a vacuum,
It’s time to skin
Your dragonhide.
The rabbit conductor
Stringing all along
Attracts the opposite
Tone the string vibrates
Vibribates vibrabates
Constellations on cue
Always for the listless
Always for the listed
My hearing has
A strung time
To live young
Tugs faster than
The stringbeats
As harpies birth the child
Conduct said child
Over the waving fields
As we are yet
Unprepared we can’t
Get to Ravenna
Anyway as we
Are just
Weeping willows
And liquid tongues
World will not conclude us
Although we’re just another
Species invisible as air
Positions sounding forever
Calling, baffling all
That we will never know
As Riddles quake the dell
Shrewd as little shrews
We have nothing to gain
But to be bourne on the wind
Aggregate all generations
Crux the killing shown
Slip fall laugh rally
Blush if you must
Peel pluck the evidence
Give that weathervane
A goodly spin
Let all the narcotics
Nibble into the gesture
Of claw and tooth.
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5. |
Go Along To Get Along
05:14
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I go along to get along
I go along to get along
I go along to get along
Sister So-And-So always taught me
Evil’s a sickness of the soul
For it deprives the soul of its healthy nature
Which is, you guessed it, virtue!
Virtues keep me in the middle
Between excess & laxness
Hey, pass me that Ex-Lax
Yes, the middle way without speed bumps
Keeps me on the road to salvation
This is why I must not allow
My thoughts to EVER
Tilt to excess or deprivation
For the middle way
Keeps my little beating heart upright
So I go along to get along
I go along to get along
I go along to get along
(my whole long life long)
Yes, I want a better world
Sure, I’m concerned with Just-ice
Yes, yes, I’m concerned with Brotherhood
Yes, I always want the truth (doesn’t everybody?)
But its much much earlier
To go along to get along
Go along to get along
Go along to get along
Every single day In every single way
My whole long life long
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Now I have waited
Here in the deep nights
Now I have waited
For space-time
To fall into me
In these lightning nights
You were supposed
To be standing beside me.
You were supposed
To be conjuring
My name
As I drop desire
Into the blue chasm
It’s too hot to handle
Metal:
Come to me now,
Shivering and haunched
Over your deformity.
I'd like to feed the children
Find a cure for disease
Rebuild cities
And plant a lot of trees
I'd like to help the sick
Build factories
Give money to students
Hospitals and galleries
But...
I'm afraid of the Russians
I can't sleep at night
So afraid of the Russians
Afraid we've got to fight
I'd like to go to space
Clean up rivers and lakes
Put everyone to work
Whatever it takes
But...
I'm afraid of the Russians
I can't sleep at night
So afraid of the Russians
Afraid we've got to fight
They've got ships at sea
They've got missiles in the air
Tanks on the border of Europe
And spies everywhere
I'd like to feed the children
Find a cure for disease
Rebuild the cities
And plant a lot of trees
But...
I'm afraid of the Russians
I can't sleep at night
So afraid of the Russians
Afraid we've got to fight
They've got ships at sea
They've got missiles in the air
Tanks on the border of Europe
And spies everywhere
Spies everywhere
Spies everywhere
Spies everywhere
Spies everywhere
I'd like to go to space
Clean up rivers and lakes
Put everyone to work
Whatever it takes
But I'm afraid of the Russians
I can't sleep at night
So afraid of the Russians
Afraid we've got to fight
They've got ships at sea
They've got missiles in the air
Tanks on the border of Europe
And spies everywhere
Spies everywhere
Spies everywhere
Spies everywhere
Spies everywhere
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7. |
Vacuspace
02:53
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There’s a new
Black body order
The disorder smoothness
Smoothness against the crumple
All the arks have crumpled
Fields have been plowed into craggle
Our direction surface
Is cuttingly blank
Wake up, Spindlefly
It’s time to balance-dance
No One’s on any kind of vacation
all alone in our VACUSPACE
trending upward, sliding sideways
all together in our VACUSPACE
Finally got a penchant
fortitude, solitude
quotation marks all around
figuring and forgetting - could also tell you more
about the dogged granularity
of a good nights sleep
WAKE UP SPINDLEFLY/ IT'S TIME TO/ BALANCEDANCE
What have we found at the end of the rainbow?
A foggy night emptied up with VACUSPACE
trending upward is also sliding sideways
all together in our VACUSPACE
Pent up demand is the mother of intention
‘should put our money where your mouth has been
This has all been documented to the nth degree
Wiggle your way out of this sad emoji - to only just
WAKE UP SPINDLEFLY/ IT'S TIME TO/ BALANCEDANCE
No One’s on any kind of vacation
all alone in our VACUSPACE
forgetting’s easy all alone here in our VACUSPACE
trending upward, sliding sideways
all together in our VACUSPACE
There’s a new
Black body order
The disorder smoothness
Smoothness against the crumple
All the arks have crumpled
Fields have been plowed into craggle
Our direction surface
Is cuttingly blank
Wake up, Spindlefly
It’s time to balance-dance
What have we found at the end of the rainbow?
A foggy night emptied up with VACUSPACE
What’ll we do
When ALL the opinion is the wrong advice?
Too much is together, here in the ether
All alone in our VACUSPACE
all together in our VACUSPACE
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8. |
Weeds of Iron
06:24
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Swallowed at the party, a nibble at a time, by a pink electric anemone
Pulled inside the wall, molecules and all, from a seat in the balcony
Captured by a plasmatic Jell-O beast the likes of which Hobbes could never conceive
Pessimistic as he was when he imagined his avaricious watery army
Job stumbles out of his mis'ry, biblically drunken half-blind fog again
Asks the Dr. for a little relief, just enough to block out the pain
He pours the liquid light over open sores of fate, an ancient emollient
As the outside doesn’t always make the inside work when we ignore evidence
And pain to be the better boor
infatuated Kingdoms Of Darkness, licentiousness
a war Against all things sapient
but the demon-eared scholars of lewdness
who pulled me out Of my Skin one bone at a time
until the wall spit me out like a wad of unchewed food with the telepathy
That we couldn’t compete anymore with this saturated world Of antipathy
And its contagion of lesions spread by breathing, thinking, and fucking
That is better than any worse creation compared to eternal solitude in the icy pit
of self Destruction through the auguries of preservation in the zero-sum patina of order and sense,
Of violence and death, choose your fortune dementedly and have more of everything
Until it’s an either-or poetry of poverty or abundance dwindling to a donut hole In the middle
that falls through the missing manhole cover never to be returned to the biological Reactor crime
of Evil chemical showers, the kind you get in prison to kill the lice Who live anyway in the cracks and executions
of ignorance and bliss which is why the needle Doesn’t come with a ladder but a shovel,
so deeper we dig into the madhouse of serenity With the failures
of offspring, and mine before them, and before me the cancer had already Metastasized
into a behemoth that makes an innocent monster look like a nice place to hide Under the bed
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9. |
Well
02:24
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There’s a well
Where messages fall apart
Where the rusted chains still gleam
The blinkered sun circles all the All
Where storms mean business
With wrestling freedoms
To act like a knife, a snake
In the night.
We have to return to old age
Dream behind a henchman’s eyelids
To pass the test
To make everything ALL-right
To live unsleeping
It’s so hard living in this epic
Slipping past sentries in the yard
Something has to stop
These enemies are all for us
Shouting in our ears
And all the years come to little or nothing
Hey, I got piety on one hand
And salacious diffidence
On the other.
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