1. |
The Sweetheart's Compass
02:55
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you are navigating
but you can't tell the night stars
from the lights
you look to me for guidance
I can't refold this map
to save my life
wish upon the North Star
to us, east is down
and west is south
you look to me for guidance
this black hole isn't going
to let us out
an unknown distance, many miles
it's just that we don't know
where we are
where we are
when you wish upon a star
it usually won't tell you
just where you are
and so you wish for maps
to help you guide the path
but then when you convert
from miles to light-years
you fuck up the math
as the Klingons say
retreat is not an option
as the kids like to say
retreat is not an option
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step on the gas
I don't want to get there last
today's the day
that they're handing out brains
I want to get a good one
I want to get a good one
not one that's afraid of Black people
or thinks God wants
Jacksonville to win it all
or for the walls of Jerusalem to fall
give me a brain that's pink and true
don't it make my grey matter blue
to say I don't have a brain
to say I don't have a brain
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3. |
Julienned
04:23
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you are the most resolute
of rubber cement
the most saccharine of model glue
that keeps the skull and crossbones
flying over this model tattered excuse
you are the architect
of steady hand
and blueprints drafted true
that keeps the mosaic tessellated
from mere refuse
I belie the telltale signs
the lost design of exhausted mines
the perforated lines
unstitched time and broken twine
but you cauterize and refine
like sweetest crime from the inside
you defy this broken sigh
emulsified in your eyes
long division, the remainders
have never quite coerced you
to slide the mirror towards the axis
and hide the split rail from view
you brave blown patches
elastic scratches and the tectonic tolls
you jump the rail
to come to my defense
and jump behind the damage controls
with the beauty of starfish who explode
yet manage to save face
you're infinitely capable
with staples, paperclips
gauze and grace
I belie the telltale signs
the lost design of exhausted mines
the perforated lines
unstitched time and broken twine
but you cauterize and refine
like sweetest crime from the inside
you defy this broken sigh
emulsified in your eyes
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as far back as I can remember
I was never afraid of guns
I was always afraid of dogs
a gun could kill you
but a dog could fuck you up
fuck you right up
then by increments
I found that dogs were pretty decent
but the guy down the street
still wanted to kick my ass
just because I'm smarter than him
it's just because I'm smarter than him
(I figured out that most dogs
want attention and love
and most people just want;
life was so much easier
when there was nothing cooler than Helmet
and nothing scarier than a dog)
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hit the ground so hard that I lost my shoe
skateboard flying out of sight
my friends they laugh in the night
I'm telling you I looked everywhere
that thing was just gone
wearing socks six blocks home
hit the ground so hard that I lost my shoe
(I succumb to gravity
injury punctuates apathy)
blue arc bombing past my head
(the stinging comes
with selective memory)
my lungs they suck on air
(put my faith in my skateboard
and electricity)
they suck on air
as I cough and sputter back to life
we searched low and high
if five people can't find a sneaker
chances are it's really lost
get yourself moving fast enough
get yourself moving fast enough
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6. |
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she's the kind of girl who you'd say
would blow away
in a strong enough wind
sometimes she flies on her Huffy
or in church on Sunday
Hallelujah, Amen
and maybe, just maybe
baby's not the right word for her
she's 40, she's in her late late 30s
maybe, yeah
she lives alone in a house with no cats
not a Cathy collection in sight
and when she's lonely
she writes poetry
on pink paper, it sucks, yeah
yeah! yeah!
he's got a self-winding watch
you might say he's self-winding
and he's particular about his clothes
and he knows the difference
between a Windsor knot
and a half-Windsor knot
and he'd rather not talk about his job
because he'd rather be talking
about his jazz record collection
people used to say
they were perfect together
not them, they'd say
we're better off
being our own better half
better off being alone, better
yeah! yeah!
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I've held fault at arm's length
as fragments of our history
are all I can savor
in the vex of our consummation
pieces of the you I had
when time was our language
and we spoke in dialects
that made moments into monuments
when I felt I could indulge
in the wax of security
and the wane of endeavor
I wrote you countless letters
only some I sent
instead I let argument say
all the things I never meant
this time, that night
she said
'this time around'
you can only see it
when you're moving
but I think she said
that without really knowing
anything at all
about where she was going
and we've both taken lovers
and stabs at each other
and wanted and waited
and watched as we wondered
these miles pulled at us
played with us, until the us
became the me in Boston
and left with an alkaline memory
knee deep in the end of our dialogue
and it was too late, too late
to write you back, call you back
tell you that none
of those Hampstead nights
were thrown away
it's safe to say I still remember
safe to say I still regret
now in those days
my fondest dreams still sit
waiting for the lips of their creator
to call them home
(we'll get you, BPY 269.
just you wait, wherever you go.)
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I saw it pick up the car from the T
and hurl it straight into the ocean
now I'm scared for me
oh no, it's the Creepy Claw!
and it has an appetite
for emo bangs and studded bracelets
and baby tees
on 98-pound boys
'and those tight pants make good targets'
(so he said when I
was riding my single speed
he was eyeing me
but he's fixing the scene
one haircut at a time)
I like bands when they're endorsed
by many other fans
but at the show
you will not see me dance
because I don't like to get sweat
on my T-shirt and pants
I'm not afraid 'cause I like The Faint
I get stoked
when I get to see the Strokes
I'm the type that likes the White Stripes
who'd have thought
it would come to this tonight
I would say that it would say
that I would say that it's too late
the Creepy Claw comes down!
ahhhh! wooga wooga wooga!
when I saw
those kids hit the bay
I said let's give the Claw
a raise in pay today
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9. |
Safetyquake
03:47
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she thought about
what her friend had said
to her and about her
simple and true
'bicycle safety
is strangely important to you'
stay awake
for safety's sake
'I'm glad I know you
I'm glad I know you'
and her belly shook
and her shoulders shook
and the earth shook
'cause the inbound
and the outbound
both trains were coming her way
they're building deserts
between the tracks in Davis
and a strange man
looked at her strangely
so she looked at him
and she had to yell
'it's quite seismic
it's quite seismic'
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10. |
One Over Sleep
05:02
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though crumpled in a corner
looking amorphous
just random fabric
to an untrained eye
within the cross-hatched folds
wrinkling my pillow
I see the inverse image
of your face
and careful not
to bend the preserved pattern
I lay this pillow
on my hardwood floor
align my eyes, so sedative
against your negative
inhale scents
intrinsic to you alone
insomnia rescinds
and sleep descends
upon this creature
prostrate on the ground
skeleton and flesh
shed and forgotten
and mind kept safe
from knowing you're not here
within the cross-hatched folds
wrinkling my pillow
I see the inverse image
of your face
align my eyes, so sedative
against your negative
inhale scents
intrinsic to you alone
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11. |
Decrease the Mass '01
03:53
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she's the kind of girl who you'd say
would blow away
in a strong enough wind
sometimes she flies on her Huffy
or in church on Sunday
Hallelujah
and maybe, just maybe
baby's not the right word for her
she's 40, she's in her late late 30s
maybe, yeah
she lives alone in a house with no cats
not a Cathy collection in sight
and when she's lonely
she writes poetry
on pink paper, it sucks, yeah
yeah! yeah!
he's got a self-winding watch
you might say he's self-winding
and he's particular about his clothes
and he knows the difference
between a Windsor knot
and a half-Windsor knot
he'd rather not talk about his job
because he'd rather be talking
about his jazz record collection
people used to say
they were perfect together
not them, they'd say
we're better off
being our own better half
better off being alone, better
yeah! yeah!
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12. |
Sweetheart's Compass '01
02:54
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you are navigating
but you can't tell the night stars
from the lights
you look to me for guidance
I can't refold this map
to save my life
wish upon the North Star
to us, east is down
and west is south
you look to me for guidance
this black hole isn't going
to let us out
an unknown distance, many miles
it's just that we don't know
where we are
where we are
when you wish upon a star
it usually won't tell you
just where you are
and so you wish for maps
to help you guide the path
but then when you convert
from miles to light-years
you fuck up the math
as the Klingons say
retreat is not an option
as the kids like to say
retreat is not an option
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13. |
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for the longest time
longer than months maybe
no more than years
certainly no more than years
all she wanted was
was to hit him
oh, she was prepared
no more than that
certainly no more than that
now she knows
there's no justice
that there's just retribution
it's not
'I'm gonna get you' anymore
it's not
'I'm gonna get you'
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14. |
One Over Sleep '01
05:11
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though crumpled in a corner
looking amorphous
just random fabric
to an untrained eye
within the cross-hatched folds
wrinkling my pillow
I see the inverse image
of your face
and careful not
to bend the preserved pattern
I lay this pillow
on my hardwood floor
align my eyes, so sedative
against your negative
inhale scents
intrinsic to you alone
insomnia rescinds
and sleep descends
upon this creature
prostrate on the ground
skeleton and flesh
shed and forgotten
and mind kept safe
from knowing you're not here
within the cross-hatched folds
wrinkling my pillow
I see the inverse image
of your face
align my eyes, so sedative
against your negative
inhale scents
intrinsic to you alone
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15. |
Paper Autogyro
02:30
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fold the flyer over a few times
along the dotted lines
on the front side it says
'I love my country'
on the flip side it says
'I fear my government', yeah
put a paperclip in front
tear a tail in the back
climb the tallest tower
atop the highest hill
and face south by southwest
throw it as best you can
it will still land five hundred miles
short of where you want it to go
swing and sway
turbulence and decay
climb the tallest tower
atop the highest hill
and face south by southwest
where you want to go
and if by some chance
the weather should carry it to
where you want it to go
it will still be just another piece
of garbage in the streets of D.C.
and I want to be a part
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16. |
Brains, Unstructured
02:59
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17. |
Julienne's Theme
04:31
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&Andy W.
&Mike W.
&Dan W.
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