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Silence
02:55
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Dreaming of the dawn,
I imagined thunder.
I woke up and my wife was gone;
The stillness of her hands, the blank page on her lips.
I was out the day your mother called,
Though someone had erased the message.
So I wrote a correspondence on the wall;
“Don’t forgive me, she don’t live here anymore”
I’ve missed her since the day she was born,
Though fortunes had nearly betrayed us.
You suffered by the scorn of war,
And when the streets fell silent, you returned to me.
She was buried by the river in the East.
The body which had burdened, released into the earth.
They all sent letters saying “Rest in Peace”,
But she don’t live here anymore.
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2. |
Like Sirens
03:24
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You saw me off that day I left again.
You held my scarf, my thoughts went scattering.
Am I supposed to be amused? Settle for some liquor and a picture of you?
Am I supposed to laugh at the miles of distance between us on my map?
I’m aware of the pending disaster,
Listening for sirens and the silence thereafter.
Just when you really need some time.
What can be rebuilt from the plaster?
Without a home a house doesn’t matter,
And there's just so little time.
The bombs went off while I was sent away.
You stayed indoors, the walls began to cave.
Am I supposed to be subdued? Settle for the knowledge of our pending doom?
Is this supposed to last? Like the fear of sudden doom within my chest?
I’m aware of the pending disaster,
Listening for sirens and the silence thereafter.
Just when you really need some time.
What can be rebuilt from the plaster?
Without a home a house doesn’t matter,
And there's just so little time.
You played it off like luck had sought you out.
Ignored that cough, tempted fate aloud.
And I make-believe for you, you say it like it's easy, like there’s nothing we can do,
But when you’re ill like that, you know you'll be gone before I can come back.
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3. |
November Foxtrot
03:29
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Vocalize in tones and codes,
Say "Alpha, Bravo, Romeo".
Echo, can you hear me?
Charlie, do you copy?
Please preserve the ratios
Of dots to dashes, ones to o's.
Be sure your message makes it
To my telegraph.
It's been some time since our last communication.
I'll wait on the line for you to accept or decline.
Clear the switchboard, place the call, my number's on the phonebooth wall.
And don't give up if it goes straight to the machine.
And do consult a thesaurus to find a word synonymous
With clicks and yards of distance bridged by powerlines.
It's been some time since our last communication.
I'll wait on the line for you to accept or decline.
(One, two, three, four.)
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4. |
1988
02:36
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When I woke up in '88, I saw a door in the "show me" state.
And I sort of felt out of tune.
So I hid out amongst the world, kept the hours I preferred.
Undoing what I didn't do.
I read the letters, "au revoir, it's a miracle we got this far."
I grew so fucking nervous making this right.
Lost count of aging grace, the lines and light that touched your face.
Doing what I couldn't do.
We found pretext in providence, fluorescent lights made so much sense
For dimming our dilemmas, me and you.
I lit some letters in the barn, poured a drink and spun a yarn.
And by the chill of morning, I found myself alone.
When we woke up abrupt one night, a figure shone in the morning light.
I grew so fucking nervous.
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5. |
Asterisk
04:20
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Lately, you've been running through my arteries to try to be a part of me.
Bravely, as the vessels you invaded are obstructed and it's complicated.
Maybe, it's better if I point and shoot the aperture to see through you.
Phasing, the highs and lows that mark our days, the light and dark that parted ways.
Crazy, how our cellular composure brings these flaws into exposure.
Mainly, the simple flesh within my chest that dissolves completely.
You obfuscate these plans you make, buried in capillaries.
You respirate at such a pace, the lights are fading.
Proclivities for EKGs, your heart has seen some better days.
Your heart has seen some better days.
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6. |
Western Doll
03:04
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Pestilent paragon, pardon your own parallax.
Can’t seem to relax, pernicious and inexact.
Pensively pacing and petting the hem on your dress,
Can’t seem to find rest, suspiciously indirect.
Pretend you possibly could be patient, pacing your own game
Of a purpose so profane.
Constant calamity’s called my Western doll.
Can’t we just call it all off, my Western doll?
Perfectly penitent, pleading, she moves through the act.
But you can’t take it back, if you purposely play like that.
Penning your palinodes, primping the plume of your pen,
Redacting again, conclusions you did suspend.
Pretend you possibly could be patient, pacing your own game
Of a purpose so profane.
Constant calamity’s called my Western doll.
Can’t we just call it all off, my Western doll?
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7. |
Bend
05:45
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I believe you think you’re telling the truth,
So do you.
Can I just say I know how it feels to swoon?
I know better than you.
The clatter of calm,
Almost forgot we were young.
The fracturing pawn.
The fact remains, I can’t explain.
Your heart can’t tell apart the facts from the frauds,
You thought I was god.
You don’t understand about sleight of hand,
It finished before it began.
The thunderous calm,
Speaking the sting on your tongue.
The sweat on your palm.
The fact remains, I can’t explain.
I didn’t mean to be obscene.
I guaranteed to fend your frame.
Oft in fair weather
You were a friend.
Finer than ever,
A bond I could bend.
Found in fair weather,
Split at each end.
Stronger than ever,
Bones I could bend.
In worsening weather,
Warn all your friends.
The weather is clever,
And breaks all it bends.
The fairer the weather,
The finer the friend.
Fondly remember
Our faith in the end.
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8. |
Facsimile
05:18
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Cannon fire on a paper plane,
Smoke and embers scattering.
Surgery on your family,
Bone and blade and lifeless limb.
This will complicate my guess,
Like all the rest.
Speak for me, true delinquency.
Are you frightened of your thoughts?
Follow these violent actions,
Sway upon your focused frame.
This might complicate my guess,
Just say yes.
Be cautious in your galoshes,
They came for me, they’ll get you too.
But I’ve been- oh I've been tricked before.
And it’s not right, so I think I’ll settle the score.
You already know, by my word,
That long ago I was cursed
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9. |
Terra Firma
03:26
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I'll give you a ring, you can put it in your pocket.
Push the swing, carry through the clouds.
You're so amused by the colors in the atmosphere,
I'm so confused searching for the North.
And if you make it to the moon,
Tell me what its like, write it with your light.
And if you're sailing past the moon,
Show me what it's like, with signals from the sky.
Play this song, curled up in your rocket.
Orbiting, set a course for home.
Choose a star, share its waning light with me.
Don't travel far, I need you here with me.
And if you make it to the moon,
Tell me what its like, write it with your light.
And if you're sailing past the moon,
Show me what it's like, with signals from the sky.
Find a spot somewhere in the ocean,
Bring your craft to a gentle stop.
Swim ashore, thats where you and I will meet.
Like shooting stars, I'm glad to have you home.
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