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Mingling Grasses
03:03
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meadow grown up well with mingling grasses
each square inch sees forever in passing
walk where the plants promise no sort of hassle
wear your long pants or they'll scratch up your ankles
they stay there to warn you
and stab if they have to
the top of the hill is where folks become people
aim if you can drops of sweat toward the sinkhole
every return finds the landscape more wrinkled
every return finds the landscape more
beware the snake hole
and don't you dare panic
you know something's wrong
when the air starts a-buzzing
there's no turning back
when you know where you're running
there's no turning back when you know where
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Sev Thou
02:03
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many several thousand now
years before we holy cow
monkey elbow past the crowd and listen loud
late night sitting, tabling
forearms resting solid thing
light the current courier vibes inside the scene
phase into a feeler thing
shower whom may hear you sing
chutes and ladders chasing you
your cell phone rings
rules may change, the game is still
writing with a wispy quill
keep those glasses polished
till they've seen their fill
double surface under pool
mirror helix power tool
do you wonder if computers ponder you?
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3. |
Never Try
04:18
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it was time to change my hairdo and i did
smiling cosmic friendship and a wig
hurricane season came right on time
i spent the winter in a shanty town
i tried so hard to give out all i had
i'll never try to give that much again
nemesis chameleons of the world
go find cracks in the ground where lizards curl
administerers of punishment do what they do
do you show the punisher that curls up in the crack in you?
i tried so hard to give out all i had
i'll never try to give that much again
scheming scratching snake skins out from tall grass
it was like smoke between fingertips
i tried so hard to give out all i had
i'll never try to give that much again
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4. |
Montseny
05:15
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i walked up to the witches place
without knowing how i found my way up there
deciding by how i felt at forks in paths
what looked like the better way to go from there
kept changing from road to path to cliff to stream
to strange forest beckoning forward
perfectly designed soft mush
of pine needle avenues that snaked around
small boulders along small stream
sparkling with clearest water
compelled from spot to spot by quiet magnets
sit here, look here, walk here, climb here,
stumble here - small tests in place
thresholds erase ties to past
for one moment at peak cold rock
a question was pulled out of pre-memory
a clansman has done something most horribly
as service and still remains as close as skin
and offers the gift of pain
congregating in 3-D
with nothing between the different breeds of trees
huddled with their own
look how it all quivers
the mist hides the rivers origin from view
where rock is still bare
go climb and sit up there
breathe in a prayer upon alter of stone
pencil me in there
wherever i shall be
a point on the graph of nature's function
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don't be thinking about me
she's a beautiful lady
just go ahead and get her
why dam up the river?
do you remember when you met her?
i saw the way you smiled at her
your eyes shined like jewels
and you said you liked her sweater
you said it only just to pet her
by the book to the letter
you're the captain, you'll net her
just go ahead and get her
don't be thinking about me…
don't be thinking about me…
doesn't take a lot of cunning
to show her all your money
you're gonna pull it off better
may the clever man get her
don't be thinking about me…
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i don't know how i write songs
once in a while one comes along
i don't know where they come from
i'm gonna throw away all the art i'll ever make
i think you might know what i mean
remnants… evaporating scenes
sometimes at night i just lay low
maybe play a guitar solo
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7. |
Rafaelito
03:14
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rafaelito, honduran cabbie
what were the chances we'd meet again?
all the medallions in a city of millions
2 times i hail
1 in 4
months it's him
1st time we met he scolded playfully
for not holding open the door for my friend
she since done left for some more
polite gentlemen
rafaelito is sorry to hear
ain't always easy to tell you're flying
when you're riding in the back seat
rafaelito has some land upstate
goes when he can and drinks from his well
built his own shack out of boards that got milled from
trees off the property he felled by himself
used to ride horses
semi-pro jockey
now paying bills and driving the cab
dream is to have his own thoroughbred grazing
and maybe a lady who'd like a good man
ain't always easy to tell who's driving
when you're riding in the back seat
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clean and oiled gun
death and life on the battle field
steady by my side
crosshair scope with laser sight
come prepared to run
death and life on the battlefield
try to keep the light
i'll try to hold the porch light on for you
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9. |
Bonfire
02:42
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mama, that little boy is gone
he's all growed up
don't need the crust cut off his sandwich
now watch him wade into the pond
to sink or swim out in some small beyond
just let him go and walk away
and don't be scared or sad
you won't be there to guard or understand
you need to eat each other's dust
he's got his pile of muck to trek through
he gotta go and meet some fate that's drawn
in dotted lines across an iron orb
let go that locket 'fore it rusts
say sayonara to your golden one
and go back to your bonfire
it's never too late to begin
to stretch the strands you think you're bound within
some say the universe is shaped just like a donut
inter-reactive fried dough fields, infinite axes
ribbit to all you slimy frogs
paddling surfboards out to take your chances
riding on tsunamis
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10. |
The Library
03:29
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all the information is right there in the library
stone arches and columns
it's been around a while already
walk right up the staircase
take a break when needing a rest
read the books carefully
so that they will come back to life
grab the ones that grab you
often you can tell from the spine
check the facts - cross reference
accuracy is primary
validate all rumors
keep the ones that say what they are
talk about the chapters
with others who've read the same books
study it privately
you don't have to say what you read
silence is the custom
in a place where whispering is loud
fibonacci sequence
1,2,3,5,8,13
all the mathematics
adding up to more kinds
more kinds
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11. |
Andy
04:28
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i remember we were walking on the path
on that first day we met you made yourself vomit
it took me by surprise
i think you did it just to show a couple older kids you would
it was a proper introduction
drove a stake into my memory
you gave your beating heart at summer meadow stickball games
i could feel the wind your bat made
standing at the pitchers mound
you played your hardest every game
and then at night there in the spotlight
doing flips across the stage
i remember this one brutal conversation that we had
i think it was our last
you said it meant so much to you to prove to me that you were worthy
so difficult to say and made so vulnerable
you shook and cried
and asked me if i liked you
and i couldn't say i did
nor could i think of how to say right then
how deeply i respected you
it was the day before thanksgiving learned you died
i told my sister in the car
she quietly cried
a nervous smile found it's way onto my face
surprising and confusing me
and proving me uncomfortable with bottom lines
i felt so callous and detached then
all the way home on that morbid silent drive
since you left earth i've done some time thinking
bout the pure fact that i knew you
and reacted to you how i did
it made me angry to play ping-pong with you
why, i could not understand
something was just grating at me
after some excavating honestly
i found the thing that bugged me most about you was your honesty
so genuine, your boyish passion
rubbed against my vain attachment
to ideal mental reactions to this
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12. |
Mirror The Stop Sign
04:36
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halloween is over, time for sending the mask back
i'd tap you on the shoulder
if it weren't for the heart attack
tactfully i'll wait for thee until the proper time
we'll negate each other's problems
handle out all yours for mine
mindlessly i am concerned with millions of things
that live for giving me a shining mess
of bells that don't stop ringing
wringing out a candle
hounded
soaked in my own sweat
sets the tone for what i'm in for
having done no hard work yet
looky here - a robin has returned to signal spring
nesting back inside the same spot
building with what wind might bring
bring out all the dust balls
from the corners of your homes
pile em up there in the town square
for the kids to learn alone
loaning to the future 10 minutes of present peace
will pay off dividends for use later
to bribe away bad beasts
beasts and goblins conquer only if they're given time
to freeze attackers in their dark tracks
show the mirror the stop sign
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13. |
Noise Come From A Hole
12:15
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i heard a noise come from a hole
i walked on past and never told
how my body always self-scans
the wars it stores in pores and glands
my teeth are stones that take a stand
it's made of bones - the scaffold plan
i couldn't look but couldn't not
and have not been back to the spot
there was a flood, the sand is mud
you cannot chew more than you want
buy what is priced for selling now
or save up more for the whole cow
electric light conduct through dirt
the long ones stretch until it hurts
their bodies long and filled with nerves
and chewing all full courses served
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Dreeme Life Ball Kingston, New York
Dreeme Life Ball was an actual man who lived in Mendocino County, California, USA. His tombstone is in a tiny seaside boneyard in Albion, California. Composition, production, singing, etc, by Eli Winograd, resides in Kingston NY...
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