1. |
light headed
05:26
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with my head held down to the light
stretch the shadows up the walls
hint the letters above
fainting spells
there in the courtyard
nothing to hold
looking around like a foal
in the field of the stones the image starts to align
the hanging man seen from the side
trading his limbs clockwise
throwing the night
rise from the fountain!
quartered and drawn
mouth the motion
of the dawn
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2. |
two sided die
04:29
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feed me the answers but make them wrong
so no one knows they're not my own
fold it in pocket, hold it close
two sided die
to bet your love:
every move you make, i make twice.
and i can't tell it lands where it likes.
it only matters when i'm alone
lay sideways in a pose
roll slowly down the line
two sided die
to bet your love:
every move you make, i make twice.
and i can't tell it lands where it likes.
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3. |
stylite
01:55
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4. |
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day
through sky
from sun
straight lines
finds grey
cannot hide
the great sight
from trained eyes
brought out to show them
the humble spectacle
an apparition
elephant standing on a ball
shape
without size
caught between
spotlights
and when it stops
nothing's changed
the blind saint
without shame
his eyes revolving
they capture not at all
the apparition of a
elephant standing on a ball
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5. |
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running slow
around the corner
on edges of a torn
borrowed vision
up ahead, around the corner
up ahead
someday, someday now
we'll meet like faces in the rain
someday, someday now
our faces look the same
humming low
across the hillside
the old light
tilting lightly above
up ahead, and around the corner
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6. |
spooky mulder
05:04
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(the sound of rain)
seen through the stable
the senile god
the pulsing breeze
marks the spot
lie awake
in a bed of fate
he makes it known, that he will make it known
he makes it known
like motion, inevitable
act remote in
the abscess of faith
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7. |
silvery
03:30
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as it burns, observe cold
close the source, slowly shown.
home in chains
shutters wide, door swung blind
old and trained to run from the start of...
as the limbs spread, collapse in
controlled falls
moments posed
locked outside,
the moon is a watch with wreckless time
fractured lines tracing blind
in endless parting lines.
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8. |
guard
01:48
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finding a place to sit
watching the angels spit
there's a nowhere to go if you want it
but there's no way ahead
the road is guarded
no one knows where it led.
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9. |
fire alarm
04:29
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shall we?
turning towards the light, float down the hallway
clicking heel to the siren song
a one way
when we saw the end
it was a straight line
two eyes in front of your head
so when that old smoke stack starts to glow
watch out if you're the first one to know
and i'll try, but i can't seem to find it in my foolish eyes
still high and dancing to the fire alarm like a stupid child
they don't tell you when it's time to go
perfect
centered in a single file
forward
silent step focus towards
emergence of another word
for liberation
that when i said it
fell out, dead as a rabbit
still when i look back it's hard to know
know someone in control
it's not mine, it's not my sight to fix on an old start
a reprise, forever pulling back on a tone's arm
so run in place,
and close the doors
count the toes
and pull that panic chord once more
the last chime, cracked from a firearm off the hillside
still time, last dance to the fire alarm and collapse tired
(but) don't tell me when it's time to go.
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10. |
slips by
05:42
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first moment, the morning tries
who was that dream by?
carry sight back to the lakeside
walk along with the old body
holding out to catch the word descending
but it slips by
slips by
grasping out at the second run
couldn't stand to show someone
laid by my side, the hint i'm reaching for
i hide in the mouth of a gift horse
and i know it's not the same place at all
light bends around the black holes
slips by
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11. |
no fingers
04:36
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seven years and the night keeps coming back
twenty miles on the back of a motor bike
the curtains are tethered down and i don't know why
and i got no fingers, no fingers to pry
the strong and wasted fools make another game
i looked like a ghoul standing the rain
i came all this way and couldn't take the prize
and i got no fingers, no fingers to try
and i got no fingers, no fingers to try
behold, the holy traffic light!
a thousand spinning gears in a perfect line
i found the perfect sound to let the clouds roll by
but i got no fingers, no fingers to try
i got no fingers, no fingers to try
last to climb into the belly of the beast
a quiet place to listen to the bluebird sleep
(i've got a thousand arms that can tell the time)
but i got no fingers, no fingers to try
i got no fingers, no fingers to try.
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