1. |
Palmyra Sunset
03:42
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take me over
down at the rocks
to stare at the wires in the sea.
orange and live
breaking the sky
into the sharpest relief.
[palmyra sunset]
down came the sun
and down came the worry
travelling slow in threes.
we walked to your house
to safeguard the doors
to not end up like owen that evening.
[palmyra sunset]
our endless light
would not have died
if only the sun had spoke.
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2. |
Fire
04:23
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fire caught on the skirt
put it out
blue fire on a whip
swirling flames from an explosive lash
then wrapped around the head
crumpled over in a violent flash
[the panicked screams and deathly quiet
the world around you falling silent
circled fear of frightened faces
the light shredding through your skin.]
the flames won't go out.
the flames never went out.
in my head.
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3. |
Dried Out
02:57
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blue fire licking our scarred ankles
white light burning out our eyes
red coals slowing down our pace
we burn half alive half dead.
i told you we'd make it i told you we'd make it
the water was close i could feel it in my throat
i knew that we wouldn't the sun beat us senseless
but i tried to keep you safe from all the worries in your head.
[when you get dried out
you will crawl back into my skin
and the blood will flow straight to my head
and we can start again.]
black moon won't spare me any night light.
greenheads won't spare me any rest.
i kept it a secret i kept it a secret
the devil in my heart the water in my bag.
[when you get dried out
you will crawl back into my skin
and the blood will flow straight to my head
and we can start again.]
oh... we can start again...
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4. |
Propeller
02:13
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[...i had an experience where i was in great danger. when i was in the service from 1956 to 1959 i was aviation electrician at work: aircraft carrier...
...one night, we were heading flights. practice flying, model missions. and part of my job was to start the airplanes on the afterdeck. on the afterdeck, the airplanes are parked where the propeller is about four inches behind the plane parked in front of it. and we have to start the airplane with an auxiliary cable, and then move back to the next plane. the plane's wings are folded and they're parked real close together...
...so we started the front row. we started the planes. we have to wear helmets, because of the helmets you can't hear too much, it, uh, drowns out the noise. and i dunno, i must've been daydreaming or something because i started maybe my fifth or sixth plane, and i was going to the next row with this long cable that i had stretched out behind me. and i was daydreamin'. it was dark out, pitch dark. middle of the night. middle of the ocean...
...just very few lights. i was crawling on my hands and knees, under an airplane...
...and all of a sudden, i stopped, why i don't know. then it dawned on me: my body must've been not more than three or four inches from the propeller of the plane behind me, which was -- turning. somebody else on the other side had gotten that row already. and those planes behind were started. and for some reason, i stopped. and lucky there i didn't walk into that prop. and so, i consider it a very dangerous experience that i had and i was very lucky...]
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5. |
The Drop [Pt. 1]
02:11
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there's a hole in the middle of an abandoned ghostly town
where water sits and cement blocks bring half dead people down.
at the hole there's a killer who's waiting for the man
that will come up to meet him and shake his covered hand.
and he'll drag out the body to the nearest bloodred light
and he will let a naked woman strip his soul all night.
and the man will have a family
and he will feel regret
and he will drown himself that night and not surface again.
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6. |
Thicker Ropes
05:01
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i wish my friends would stop tying
thicker ropes around their necks.
the gentle pulse of whitened static
the sirens blaring in my ears.
[and my mind is never calm
when i go there for some rest
the river's roaring and the foam is white and thick.
so i think that i'll jump in
because they all would like me to
their voices shouting at the bottom of the waves.]
i hope this will end. i don't want to find you.
i wish my friends would stop calling
it makes me certain that i'm really not ok.
there are no pills that make it easy
there are no songs that make me rest.
[and my mind is never calm
when i go there for some peace
the river's roaring and the foam is white and thick.
so i think that i'll jump in
because they all would like me to
their voices shouting at the bottom of the waves.]
i hope this will end. i don't want to find you.
when we all go home
can i put my trust in you
that you won't kick out the chair?
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7. |
Church
03:50
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faked levitation in a summer dress
floating near a river in her sunday best
see i lift like jesus
for He is always with me.
then in early morning she awoke with shallow breath
slowing to a stop upon sitting up in bed.
there's always another option
so He will always take it.
protect the blind...
there's always another option
so He will always take it.
the light is shining in my deadened eyes.
the bell is ringing in my deadened eyes.
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8. |
Hansel
02:53
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feel your skin.
rubbing close.
hold the neck.
cut the throat. cook him slow.
otherwise.
he'll burst apart.
skin and bones.
cottonmouth. house of stone.
turning black.
all the mold.
dripping from.
every pane.
[you're everything i've ever lived for
nothing follows you.]
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9. |
Ruptured Achilles
07:24
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i woke a mess.
nothing made sense
except the burn and the rupture and the blood
and the drugs streaming through my head.
it felt lifeless.
every last tick.
coming to in a blackening head
coming to after hours of death.
there were four words.
"i loved you still"
and you ran in a violent square
every fragmented, broken up mile.
cycles repeat.
it cuts off here.
i swear.
[i'd rather cut it out than put it in a box
because although i will not walk i will feel better. (i swear.)]
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