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Airport's Empty
01:25
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Archipelago
04:00
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In the archipelago
Fashioned of electrical bones
Starlings overcome by trees
Carry on DOA answering machines.
Now I feel dead on my feet
Beneath my cohorts' capering beaks
On a carved barge genuflecting
To the false walls grown over with confetti.
We'll hum along like a couple of monks.
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Deerskin
03:29
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See deerskin on the wall
Comforting me,
Figure they don't bleed.
Build a set of skins
From polymer and paint it up,
Then create a line of tees.
See it take off, I'm just glad to spare a few ungulates.
Fly my flag across a map:
Spotted, dry clean,
Ceaseless machine stream.
A cargo cult sprung
From color codes and free trading
Either and or point me East.
"Eli Takes on Supply and Demand," get a load of this.
I don't think I've got
Any earthly idea
Who pays my phone bills
When I reach the end.
Let's rack up points for them.
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Ossuary
04:16
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Sword of Damocles, clip me.
I'm tired of being scared to death
That what comes next won't be finishing.
"How to Live Sanctimoniously";
I'm printed on the inside flap,
Facing a dedication that reads:
"I disown this ossuary."
Honey what could be better than a brief sojourn somewhere that's cold?
Somewhere climate-controlled?
And then you come home.
How
Ventilated bodies quell grief
I can only guess but my mind
Goes to force immediately.
Staging area, I'm leaning;
The sheet was thinking like a ghost
And I, like one loose, fled the building.
I disown this ossuary.
Honey what could be better than a brief sojourn somewhere that's cold?
Somewhere climate-controlled?
And then you come home.
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Strawberry Milkshake
02:14
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Cadmium Yellow
02:21
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People stay inside more
And watch me from the frames of their doors.
Lilypads are empty,
Ponds are cold, opaque;
They join the falling leaves in their display.
What a beautiful shade of yellow
That bounces right off of your smile.
You should wear that color more often,
My love.
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Sitting in my car at my job outside of town;
It's been a few months since I've seen you.
The breeze through my cracked window reminds me of St. Louis.
It's often that I'm here pushing bags across the line
That I run a gloved hand over how lonely
And quiet I am inside this sterile suit every morning.
What's to find by driving 800 miles?
The life I drove here for is an elephant on a pier,
Any sculptor will say to chisel everything
That doesn't look quite like what you're witnessing.
What's to find by driving 800 miles?
Somewhere to lay this marble down.
Where better for an ass than a one-horse town?
So I'm leaving now.
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Evergreen
03:07
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Evergreen:
A promise kept but so hard to nail down.
If I were to take a bus I think I'd reach it about an hour
Before my end.
Running clean
Through the air the smoke stack breathes okay.
If I were to sit awhile and watch the rippling sky make way
For itself I'd yawn.
Something tells us to invert our sorrow;
Say we've had it worse.
Something tells us that we're bankrupt, to skip town.
Something holds us back
From walking into traffic,
But I've no means to tell you what.
One more scene;
See the seat shift under a pillar of companies
From 12th and Powell all the way down to 12th and South Broadway
But this has been better-done.
Something tells us to invert our sorrow;
Say we've had it worse.
Something tells us that we're bankrupt, to skip town.
Something holds us back
From walking into traffic,
But I've no means to tell you what.
Something tells me not to keep things static.
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Illyana
01:23
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Out with it! You can keep the rest for yourself,
But I would love to hear what's under your breath.
You've witnessed a world dragged out of health,
And that's only in the footprints you leave on the rest.
Find some room and make it sing to you,
Play a song that makes you feel better,
My friend.
Find some room and make it sing to you,
Play a song that makes it seem better,
My friend, down to us all.
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