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Heavy Fields
04:19
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(They want in your mind)
Looking back in a heavy field
He lay on the grass and felt
The mouth of the world wrap around that
The star's circle…
He told her how the rain moved
She said “That’s nice to know.
I see the spirits that live in the crevasses of your joints, that you don’t know, do you?”
Grain split and ripped, up the floor
Crystals collect, dipping his fingers in the ashes
She leafs herself o’er
Waiting for the darkness of the morning, but silhouettes
Hoping for a name he says
“I hate how you agree”
And looked back in a tangled east
That you don’t know do you?
Watching
I see a boy float downstream
Watching
I hear his voice bellow back
Watching
I see a tightrope walker fall and stop, before watching
Watching
Watching
But you don’t know, do you?
Watching
I hold the door open for you.
(Watchin')
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2. |
A Tangled East
07:35
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Twelve minus sheet
Amor Fati
A Mauve Fatigue
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3. |
Garters
02:05
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Shame on him who thinks evil of it.
...and I laughed when he said
"Everything’s been signed for"
Tell me, when you find your new virility
Do you think that you are talking well
When the marrow is taken
Skewered ruin: you'll try to say
“Sometimes I look at my hands”
And you will send them and then you will try to say to me
“let me know”.
Woefulness has a sound
Within the nighttime now
I saw you ripped apart for ...
Shame on him who thinks evil of it
Thick blue ribbons.
Knots in my chest.
(Shame on him who thinks evil of it)
Notice my shaking knee and caress the tip of a light pink tulip
What they haves cheap peach, we havethereal thing
I saw you drinking wine and I asked you for the size of your shoe size
Your steps type delicate prints and leave you to your own final impression
But you walked here with no shoes
You moved and left no hints
No pitters left on the pebbles
I'm turning into the Barefoot Contessa
I’d like to dig up my tracks
And send them…
Shame on him who thinks that he will love it.
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4. |
Boughs
05:52
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(The red beaded bush knows and is knocking)
A string of clotted red.
The rain moved in the criss-cross wind
I watch the boughs bend
I watch the boughs bend, yeah
No conscience kisses my envy
Oh how the ground’s changed
Violet bells snapped inside your hair
And i see your tortuous gaze.
“I put the rust into the cage”
An angel spidering away
The bells song knows no end
The bells song knows no end
And i see your tortuous gaze
So bright, so gay
So restless in your way
Time can’t help itself. Now...
I feel a shaded center
A garden grows there
The night time bled inside your hair
It is a curtain of green
Sometimes I think to myself
That “I breathe this air with you”
‘neath this red beaded bush
And we feel the spores tingle through
I can feel the spores tingle through
So bright, so gay
So restless in your way
Time can’t help itself. Now
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5. |
The Catfish Hole of Ila
01:49
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Old Man
In a
Strange Land
Becomes
A Young Man
In a
Strange Man
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6. |
Stretch Marks
05:08
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You walked into the heart of it and tarried for a while.
"I don't want to dance, you could’ve been death
You walked into the heart of it
You walked into the heart
I love you, baby"
Can you contemplate now?
Standing in the heart of it
Clairvoyant yet asking of benevolence
And fearing the tipple.
(Feeding the Sibyl)
Pulls me closer to the sun
Sooner to wilt and float back
You showed me the natural world.
I feel the pillars wrench and
I feel my spine is a’moanin’ and
You know I glide right through
Yeah yeah I glide right through
But stop and look on the fringe
Sitting on the sills like a tear of your eyelid.
I hear the bells humming back
“There are things that still ring true”
Yeah me there screaming back
“I love you, baby”
I leave the still trim and look back with scorn
They were ornate and warm, now tarnish the middle!
Look up to the sky
Dripping purple brings me back to
The peak looking back says
“I’d like to sing my song”
Yeah yeah, tarnishing the middle utters
“I see a part of me in that dust!”
We’re so full of turns
Keeping it taciturn, so full of turns
Keeping my eyes open wide the light connoisseur He seems to mention to me:
“Weave the wheat of a well listened to child”
A tender thing and so full of turns
A maternal reward doth hum
Arresting my jests assessing my mess with tremoring echo
“You must keep stoic, and learn your way
Settle your skin and fill your boots”
But not you!
It is true!
I love you, baby!
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7. |
Mauve
02:51
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8. |
Ceremonial Garbs
03:02
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By God! Aptness to stay inside!
The will to drift, stonefly, unto stale
Hunger to further cover in dust
No more to twist around idle.
Wrap yourself up in misfitting hats
Elusive choking scarves for to talk
Aloof, in your misgiving gloves
Uncouth, in your ceremonial garbs.
Shift your frosted lids: a slim parting
Shake your bastard head upon starting
Hurdy-gurdy double-dutch
Half light brings the peddling vagrant.
Show us your unholy molars
Expose to us your untouchable scars
Reveal your unquenchable thirst
Show to us your ceremonial garbs.
Halt! You coil into turf
To spur accounts of the town-land
For my fables, long drawn
Me, my red suit, my ceremonial garbs.
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9. |
Triage: Étude in Mauve
07:44
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Arrah sure these thing run in families these things.
Clocking the signs
Going in alone
Kissin' the signs
Going in alone
Catchin' the signs
Going in alone
Arrah sure these thing run in families these things.
(father do you fly freely, with tails of a dove, when it all winds out?)
Open Concept: unholy skywater looks black in night
A second, it may look black as night
It then becomes traced pitch, Ruby read:
Can you transfer me please? some fellows in there
The first sigh of a new gripe:
Presumption loving the guilt to benight.
I’m loving this open construct.
Night sweats; The roads are busy these mornings
Nightly putrid rain coming becomes rust water. Good morning.
She said kill the putrid rain; that first stuck sigh in this new stint
I don’t want you to think that I’m a foreign actor
I don't you to think that I'm a foreign ach tor
Excuse men, and my hobbies
They are in
Open Concept: Auth. figure, kissing the signs, drinks in rust water
Second thing in the morning, before, had just cleaned hands of daughter
On scene, putrid rain dripping from school yard rails
Thought: “Look! open concept dear! No cover from this putrid rain!” And hints at Ruby under pitch
"Heathen!" He then says
Heathen says “now I too, with the dark sweats”
Heathen says “now i too, *thumbs up* to open concept god bless”
Night sweats; The roads were busy this morning
Nightly putrid rain coming becomes rust water by morning
Night sweats the roads were busy this.
She said kill the putrid rain; it falls down into the skin, of seventeen young, open concept, therein
I can’t believe you think that I’m a foreign ack, teer khor-damn
Please do not mistake me for a foreign ack, terror
Oh my hobbies
Are important to me
You can't take that
Open Concept; Open concept very stylish, very sleek, that new 20th century look
Second thing in these proud new words: open these skies for putrid rain
What is it again? What we will tell them?
Kind of sweltering authority says: “sky is reason for putrid rain, no pain, not cloud!”
Putrid rain exists in the eye of the with-holder!
"That man should be put in, open concept therein, but he too loves, closed concept, he should be put in, the man, rather child, therein".
Night sweats the roads were busy this morn
Night sweats the rose was busy this mourning is nightly
Night putrid rain come in becomes rust water, in mourning
Night sweats the roads are busy this more
“I don’t want to be I’m a foreign ach torr, or a faux reign, ach tir
I don’t want to be seen as a foreign ach tur, or a foe re-enactor”
Ara sure these things run in families these things
Pardon me?
And the families look on at this
Faux reign act of pain
.223 act of pain
My right is rain
My soul
Or a faux re-enactor
Night sweats the roads are busy this more
Nights sweats the roads are in business more
Pardon me
Pardon me, please
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10. |
Open Concept Cont.
05:21
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I’d like to stage a coup.
She’s reading all the new facts, so sweetly now
Ringleaders tunic touches, discreetly now
Points, with hands of antiquity, so sweetly declares:
“My sky will remain!
Putrid rain in last of the suburb Mass
Putrid rain in Icarus' eye
Putrid rain, and em... tired last sigh”
10.54 times i die
"I know who your kin are
I’ve seen them at the closing ceremony
I’ve seen your kin smiling through the dust of the wounds, seventeen
I know well your kin"
The true helps a farce, believe
The true helps a farce, believe
We’ll go to a place of royalty
Yes no rust water falls through the hands of our poor daughter there
No sacred harp singers sing
This is veiny armed make-up
This is plant leave: handshake? No: wrong bracelets, iron cross-lapel
No thumbs up, no smiles
No blanket statements, no smiles
We’ll ring out these sheets from the putrid rain of last week
In tonic wails, shower down deserts in lead-like, sleek new arrivals
They miss the tired last sigh and they hope for the cover of night
She says
"Still, the speeding signals as they ring out through the halls"
My child: up to the neck in the rain
My child: drowning to death in this putrid rain
My child: .223 Rem
My child: just .3 years, learning from putrid rain
leaf-like
tired last sigh
lead-like
tired last sigh
burgeoning
tired last sigh
strife
tired last sigh
abscond
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11. |
My Vocation
04:48
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My Vocation
I cut my teeth with these silly rat boys
Searched in curb cracks for folded fag ends
My Vocation
Bullied a boy once and had to kill the shame
Searched under bushes for some hidden wine dregs
All before finding my vocation.
Christ knows
I’ll drink these lees in
I’ll half-choose to secede
Christ knows
Fasten old face and
Put trust into fellow man
Christ no.
I can’t believe the things you say
Two actions for to start the new truants day: Stretch the old legs and take a drop.
The pleasure's too dense in these dregs
To floss the lees out of my speech
Christ knows.
I used to take the cloister walk when it was vague but teaming with ferns
The underlife respun and I took a snapshot of it
My Vocation
Puts me through inverse speech and hour before you awake
See I don’t need drink or drugs or coffee or any of these for I have my vocation.
Christ knows
Paint the flag blue for the cardinals
A colorblind boy learns how to shoot
Christ knows
Sneak the dim beacon on the whisper whip
Still these lights hit like a cold cold night
Christ no.
My city she’s my baby and...
She said to me “stroke me once again”
On some other part of my body
Your loving hands remain too long treading lightly in one place
Christ knows.
I take me there
I’ve put in the time
This is my own dissipation
I find the book of poison
And I'm handing up my indulgences for an invocation.
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12. |
There Was Wisteria
05:29
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You leaf yourself over me:
“I was thinking about your little garden death
Your lace nape trace, so full of turns.
We’re so full of turns”
She was a first time executioner in that air
She came like an apparition to me
Her self-referencing outfits
“There is no shade to you”
This’s while i was in my husking
I held my wet finger to the wind
And there it was!
The spikes and spores
And the stars, and the curves of a woman
There was wisteria
These flags sound a little bit like people
These bridges are a little bit foggier
The leaves leave the trees
There was wisteria
We began wilting asunder
As one wonder begin wilting
But continue to heart around
I wanted to take you out
There was wisteria
(I rid myself of the refreshing air
I thought i heard a sparrow sing
But this wind it does whistle
The struggle and what’s left
There was wisteria
I hang suspended in the lake
Clutched at straws beneath deaths grasp
Locked innate before you know
Misunderstood, y'know I do this for my woman
I Do This For My Woman."
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Gláss
Tension Through Restraint
Aaron Burke -
Guitar/Vocals
Sam Goldsmith - Drums
Alex Angell - Bass/Vocals
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