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Leaving the City of Love
04:00
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Orpheus could not resist looking back
to make a present of the past
and I don't wanna be like Lot's wife
gettin salty in hindsight
but I could see how I might
I'm leaving the city of love
the freeway rolling underneath
a sky of indifferent stars above
I'm leaving the city of love
the spirit entered me and it swelled to fill the space
had me calling everything by something else's name
endless rows of power lines line up like crucifixes
all the way from Santa Fe out to Las Cruces
I'm leaving the city of love
the freeway rolling underneath
a pantheon of planes above
I'm leaving...
you wake up in a city where the sun never sets
it shines on peaks you'll never reach
and raises blisters in your skin
close your eyes and all you see's the blood inside the lids
open them and find the brilliant light has left you blinded
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
I'm leaving the city of love
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2. |
Oh, and Jonathan—
03:58
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something has gone totally wrong
all my dinner guests have formed a swarm of
foes both clandestine and sworn
something has gone wrong
oh, and Jonathan, I know
it's all that I can think about
this vicious cloud of doubt
this generation of vipers rising up
don't it all remind you of
that old Tappan Zee span
no A/C in the van
late for work again
I've taken stock and found it falling
lost a million on a sure bet
each time I think I've found my calling
I only end up calling bullshit
oh, and Jonathan, I know
it's all that I can think about
this viscous cloud of doubt
this generation of vipers rising up
and all that it reminds me of
that old Tappan Zee span
no A/C in the van
late for work again
I'm late for work again
on the old Tappan Zee span
on the old Tappan Zee span
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3. |
Quietist
01:58
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so much time is wasted on your silences
a way to stay above it is all that is
a walking hell in search of a devil
can never find a place to settle
I'm caught out
trying to unring a bell
the paper boat I built
has disappeared off the edge of the world
wise up now, quietist
pipe up and show me that you give a shit
when I said I would be your friend
I didn't mean that I'd forget it
I'm caught out
trying to unring a bell
the paper boat I built
has disappeared off the edge of the world
wise up now, quietest
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4. |
Dummy on Walkman
05:14
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you can describe a perfect circle
you can put yourself in the middle
hyena pacing at the zoo
outside is a different country
outside is a different century
fingering a pitless fruit
a grave miscalculation
how could I have been so mistaken?
dummy on a walkman
ruby on the capstan
summer days and other things
that I thought were feelings
and after the formal feeling
pupils are dilating
the city waxing wide open
freaks me out how the soul is in the body
get a knock on the head and get a new personality
look back on the past and find your own mind a mystery
and your nerves they don't know the difference
between a snake and an unkind sentence
and I can feel my heartbeat in my ears
I know I'm hard on myself
and hard on everyone else
dummy on a walkman
ruby on the capstan
summer days and other things
that I thought were feelings
and after the formal feeling
pupils are dilating
the city waxing wide open
will the world to wake you
leaving a cinema in the afternoon
dummy on a walkman
ruby on the capstan
summer days and other things
that I thought were feelings
and after the formal feeling
pupils are dilating
the city waxing wide open
did you really want?
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5. |
Wake Up Worried
03:26
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I wake up worried
my heart knocking around in my chest
like I’ve walked in on a tragedy
already in progress
a stormy warming sun
spinning in the middle of my gut
everything revolves around it
it burns everything up
it’s a perfect day
and through it all this hand on my neck
tryna push breath through a knot of dread
awaiting a sentence from a voice beyond a wall
ritualize penance
try to alchemize calm
feed the kids and the cats
put some music on
it’s a perfect day
but joy is a cat who won’t come when you call
you can bait her, but she soon moves on
and later, she paws and sniffs
at the frayed ends of your nerve tips
then she’s nose to nose
smile dimly, and then she goes
I wake up worried
it's a perfect day
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6. |
Helena West Helena
04:48
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thought I might find you
right where you found yourself
a little pink trailer
in a little blue hell
porch flag half staff
in the endless wake of
national crisis
as below so above
I know people don't change
at least not in meaningful ways
still I had some things to say
the news blew me down
thought I'd see you around
they put you in the ground
in Helena West Helena
you bit the same bullet
that your dear daddy did
life in a third person shooter
country mouse on the world wide web
when your heart finally reached
its allotted beats
did you think of me?
the news blew me down
thought I'd see you around
they put you in the ground
in Helena West Helena
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7. |
the Line of Beauty
02:57
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you saw a lemon emigrant
you photographed it and put it on the internet
and I stepped out into the corridor to look at it
there's a samovar in the dining car
there's a sacred heart thrumming on and on and on and on
ferries east
without your milk teeth
I fell asleep with the TV on
where you been
and where you are
please don't be long
flower-cat and blossom-hedge
mandrake root now put to bed
moonshell, manatee
emerald shining back at me
nutmeg, quince, tea leaf and bone
zither, cymbal, xylophone
paper, scissors, then there’s stone
who doesn’t come through the door to get home?
ferries east
without your milk teeth
I fell asleep with the TV on
where you been
and where you are
please don't belong
go walk the line of beauty
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8. |
Breakers
03:46
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saw your blood run so red
fan out on your skin and blacken at the edges
hard to fathom ever seeing that again
hard to know I will
if you're holding
if you're holding
out for something
you half remember wanting
let yourself down
let yourself down
the sea will break a body like bread
and pass it around to keep its children fed
they raise voices to call out their attendance
and the song breaks into a sigh at the surface
the song breaks into a sigh
if you're holding
if you're holding
out for something
you half remember wanting
let yourself down
let yourself down
I'm not so far from the shore
that I don't hear the roar
it's a kindness, isn't it
that the world is still in our presence
sweet of it to hold on tight
flip the record and dim the light
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9. |
Blood is Ice
03:02
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glassine packets of pepper and salt
I float out and ghost out
haunt the old haunts
I'm running on fumes
I'm wringing out my bruises
doesn't get any stupider
talk it over
hang a heart on ya, soldier
good advice ignored
blood is ice, this'll warm it
fuzzy photos all arranged in a triptych:
the elusive headphoned hooded cryptid
gets alone, gets aloof, gets lifted
doesn't get it
talk it over
hang a heart on ya, soldier
good advice ignored
blood is ice, this'll warm it
dulce et decorum est pro timoris mori
talk it over
hang a heart on ya, soldier
good advice ignored
blood is ice, this'll warm it
blood is ice like you wanted
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this is how it starts:
you're warming up the car
your own voice calling through the dark
so unfamiliar
first things first:
an explosion in reverse
a corpse climbing back into a hearse
a chorus colliding with a verse
haze and cloud
nobody would know it to look at you now
I'd be laughing if it weren't so sad
it came undone:
December '91
bake the tapes and let the rotor run
seventh son of a seventh son
entropy:
a change in season
call on saints we don't believe in
overturning furniture
haze and cloud
though you wouldn't know it to look at you now
you know I'd be laughing if it weren't so sad
a synapse caught
on the jagged edge of an unwanted thought
lovers, you are not down yet
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