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Cactus Flower
03:40
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Bittersweet sundowning - in the sun scorched streets
soft and supple - mid-dusk banality
severe my feelings
destitute fledglings
devoid of ending
this sadist city
wall up the city
vacate the building
hollow the body
walk, lock-step fascist coo
dry-hide dissidents
for nothing
in this orgiastic
nihilistic
country
No dissent -
your suburban living
in the -
red-lined inner city
and when you -
come for you:
Seal the door
There's no exit
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2. |
Tiny Manticore
02:55
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All those saving graces that I've never seen
sliding fingers past your lips to feel something
your Rust Belt resilient Dust Bowl exegesis
Stories you tell your malnourished indecencies
I am your misanthropic monolith:
your violent fetishist
I am reflecting you in a computer-tv-screen:
just disburden me
I am your solipsism in the folds of this great:
epoch-filled-shame
I want to see your every guilt and punishment
for being towards your own death
like some coke cornered affluence
I want to feel into your regret
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3. |
New Exhaustion
04:25
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in the city winter lights
I can hear his labored sigh
as he chokes on life
sirens call it: sunrise
is it your time? his? or your father's?
simulacra: seal my mouth with dirt
simulacra: ephemeral worth
encapsulate the silence
breathing spirits
trembling numb fingers
grasp for it
just like the aphorist
it's all myth
it's worthless
everything in life
has a fee
everything in life
has a fee
everything in life has a fee
everything in life has a fee
the burden is living
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4. |
Bloatfly
03:51
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Envy - Transference
In the midst of - Joy...
- Joy
Restless all these years...
- Too restless
To crawl back...
- to your hearth
Terse with...
- Distance
No July...
- Chorus
Thinner than...
- Alabaster
Telephone static...
Soren-Bonaparte...
Pilate wash my hands clean
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5. |
Magenta High Noon
03:28
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Eulogy-fatigue-paralysis
acting out per-sed lips
the static-image-dichotomy
mouthing the invocation
I gave you magenta high noon
I paint you in harsh relief
I pine for reoccurrence
But settle for the cadence
Walk taught line composure
to the clay-Missouri-dirt
the final moral shame
mouthing the incantation
I gave you magenta high noon
I paint you in harsh relief
I pine for reoccurrence
But settle for the sleight that never came
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6. |
[Title Track]
03:34
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I'm sitting here - a gulf between
the truth and bringing you relief,
as you tell me - another body succumbs to
the cancer in our genes,
just like the booze, just like the nicotine,
it all wears off, runs out, to bleed into
another casket-funeral
render the familiar:
Elegiac trope.
...supine decay...
...fester stoic grace...
...just stay...
...a little more time...
...to convince myself
you've already died.
ruminate on who's to blame
pallbear your fading years
self-deceive carrying this weight
after the sun is laid down,
I lie, inert on the wall
shadow play the sequences,
convince myself of their mirth;
All those sordid and austere,
so called better years,
bleak in their afterglow,
look worse in your dying days,
I alone am to blame,
for estranging me,
and in the face of your death,
I alone, am the one who left
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