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Diamond Mind
03:26
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i am one thousand two hundred and fifteen feet tall / i tower over mausoleums and shopping malls / my head is in and out of vortices / my volkswagen heart stalls / and i'm working in my diamond mind / you're working in yours too
Jessie says in between breaths / "there's eons in an hour" / on the day we both skipped work and went climbing cumulus towers / a bouquet of sequoia / hang my hat upon the moon / i'd really like to join you on the outside / but i'm working in my diamond mind / you're working in yours too / but you know sometimes a diamond mind comes crashing down on you
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Horseless Coach
03:01
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With a shovel and a map and a baseball cap, I’ll be there / hear me knocking at your door / put a torch and a flask in your old knapsack and come with me / with your old book of spells / in a horseless coach with a new map of hell / come with me / did they come to find you too? / were there men in suits sifting for clues? / did they come knocking at your door? / with badges and batons / did they say with smiles and folded hands / “somebody will be picking your bones out of the sand”? / the desert’s wide and weakening / the mettle of your memory / while you drive I’m rifling / through your old book of spells / in a horseless with a new map of hell
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Hades Proper
03:15
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I arrived in Hades / alive and happily / a thousand floors below the hive / we drop and I arrive alive and happily / I tip the lift man quarters and dimes / won’t need a lift back / end of the line for me / but if you ever think of me now / think of me like a breath in the breeze / what the hell did I expect? / I called you from the centre of the earth, collect / I should have kep my quarters and dimes / I never should have looked back / end of the line for me / but if you ever think of me now / think of me like a breath in the breeze / and not some holy mammoth who trampled you down / in your agony and ivory
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The Janks
04:23
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Try to disconnect again / trying to shake the janks / but I know anhedonia better than I know my friends / disconnect again, necessarily / like a no-anaesthesia encephalectomy / after this it won’t recur / this weirdo dream, this life of slur / just make a coffin from a cloud / and fill it with excelsior / I’ll make myself as pale as glass / scarce as blue in the Iliad / seldom as a year of glad and on and on / after this, the wish to be alone when night comes creeping round / despite the invitation cards for all my conscience will allow / I used to have a poet’s body / a swimmer’s soul / an eagle’s money / an angle’s aches / a hangman’s face / a cricket’s conscience/ now all I do is / try to disconnect again / try to shake the janks / but I know anhedonia better than I know my friends/ disconnect again, necessarily / like a no-anaesthesia encephalectomy
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On a hilll, through the trees, there’s a home for me / sickle moon, sick old me / there’s a hole and deep is its reach / in a box, in a suit there’s the rock where I’ll root / I’ll sleep happily in my new neighbourhood tonight / row by row, stone by stone / I’ll sleep happily here tonight / on a hill, through the trees, there’s a home for me / sickle moon, sick old me / the front page of the end times will read / here lies a lion / here lies a lamb / bone-thin, dog-eared but I’m new here / won’t show me around?
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Tell It To The Sky
03:09
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That’s the sound of the sirens wailing in Salang / not the whine of the royal accordion playing / remember hearing the king of Kabul say / “my death will occur on a sunny spring day”? / they killed him for living / killed him for what he would and would not sing / on the road winding / children in the trees / climbing for the chance to see / the coffin of a king / tell it to the sky / killed him for what he would and would not sing / they killed him for living
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Blind Hills Chapel
04:10
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Whether there’s a guiding hand / someone to blame for how I am / the one who plucked me by the stem / and left me here/ if heaven is the place to be / i’ll be out back drinking in the alley / with the tongue of St. Anthony and faithful Sam / I don’t give a good goddamn / we’re moralless and more or less / fashionably futureless / skipped the ark as heaven pissed / and in we swam / I don’t give a good goddamn
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Heavy Metal Sunshine
03:22
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Like Zeus’ harmonica the orchestra was blowing / but I’m in the lobby shaking all the hands of anyone worth knowing / gathered round the bowl from which the punch spiked with some motor oil was flowing / dilettantes and cosmonauts and brass from Harvard rowing but / the rest was written for me / tiptoe round the caldera, Vesuvius is snoring / but we’ll all feel the broom when nature gets round to the chores it’s been ignoring but / the rest was written for me
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No Problem Radio
02:44
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There’s wicked wind along the wires / where crows and lonesome kites retire / I’m finding far too frequently I’m falling from that frequency / I dial up dying stations but / there’s only one that picks me up / no problem radio / there’s wicked along the wires / but the tower down the road / is radiating peacefully / no problem radio
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Webster's
04:07
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Hey, remember when the way was infinite / in skinnier days, when 880 still played the hits / come on, meet me at Webster’s, we’ll talk about it all / whatever happened to the source of all your power / whoever said there was infamy? / but don’t we all look so damn good at golden hour / I’m still drunk at the movies, asleep at the symphony / maybe it’s me maybe it’s Johnny Walker talking / but you blushed like an algae bloom when I walked in / any amount of money tells me it’s the wrong thing to say / oh, alley flower - madonna of discontent / good for a gram and almost always makes the rent / i was twenty-three and I was careless with my care / I made you kiss me outside Webster’s on the stairs
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