1. |
Welcome to Hitler
03:50
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the six AM windows, as far as the eye can see
are shady, they’re laney, they’re landing
they’re on top of me
my job starts eight and the beer halls open two
I run a tight cloud, i suckered all of you
just to have
a soft-core immortality
a true arabic gum and tea
Dresden I’m coming
Dresden I’m there for she
could not read the sign at the beginning of the turnpike
the guard rails, blushing, are arrested like
“I could have gone there, but I chose not to,
and I am a god among men in that”
I run a like minded crowd
I conquered Ditmas Park
and I’m only just beginning
for she
could not board the last plane
was far too crowded
being made a flicker makes her, all of sudden,
much to grounded
prouded, with my eggshells,
I put in a reusable shopping bag
just to have
a soft-core immortality...
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2. |
Foxes for Tails
05:34
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boyfriend's in a punk band, got a massacre cut
in the morning when you wake up he wraps himself around you like a paper cup
you’ve got him by the years
there's a few things stranger than being somebody's type, than being it all the time
girl in bands always seem to be somebody's girlfriend
have we at all advanced as a society in terms of cultural phenomena, in terms of being used
I frequently don't, I mainly do, I mostly don’t, I rarely do, I mostly don't
if you don't have legs you gotta have face
and if you don't you're uncharted territory
some have lions for heads and diamonds on their arteries
musicians in cars getting boring, the road climbs a hill, the gravel is loose and emptying
Are you all but service industry yuppies? - do you get home? do you age well? and what’s your favorite color?
“some of us wear shoes, some of us buy furniture, the rest stay home”
I was wearing the same clothes for a while and trying my hardest
I burnt my copy of that Garcia Marquez and spread the ashes from the tower,
we asked your parents for the car
have we at all advanced? i know I don't, I rarely do, I never go
If you don’t have legs...
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3. |
Firestarter #9
03:52
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it’s at moments like this when the clock is ten
she looks you passed the eyebrows and says something about the ritualistic nature
and of the getting out of bed, and of the days
it’s not so hard and once you’ve become them you can fool even most close companions
and of the getting out of bed, and of the days
the moments that you’ve spent will dissolve and you’ll have wept, but you won’t show much for it
separate that from the rest, you’re grandma’s rest
the corridor that shakes as the glass door, and there’s more, and there’s no part of you that
takes a shot in the dark
takes a shot tonight
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4. |
Why so Bitter?
04:30
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like a walk down a road
or the disposition of linen
the engines are warm as I set to
cover the distance of a runway
you compose yourself in ways
that dukes thought decorous
and I haven't started feeling miserable
yet
an acquaintance of mine suggested
it's the cold, sans snow,
that makes me feel so giddy
but then his back was arched
his posture crooked
he did not look like me
He said “I thought we all start feeling miserable at the same time,
I was right and wrong”
after some days you'll see the symptoms subsiding
after some hours you'll feel the fever coming down
it breaks a lot
it's like a book that lost its binding
holds together thanks to merits of space and time
or time and time
see the steady stream of people at the 14th street station
holds together and breaks a lot and thanks to folks back home
see the steady stream of people at the 14th station
all gone to look for America
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5. |
A Song About Bridges
03:59
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a bridge in construction could mean a whole lot
a bridge with a name like Kochertalbrücke or Millau-Viaduct
and it's no wonder at such altitude that those
bridges could evoke something good - and they should
a white bridge in clouds a Boeing in mid-flight
time is what gaps between that who's standing, and that which is not
in just weeks' time, i could see the marks stretching out from your arm pit to your arm
take me on a trip I'll wear my swimsuit there
I've got some sand to glass and a lot of sand to spare
it's never been really fair, never been easier
send her my regards when you safely make home
I can't recall her name but I've saved it on my phone
tell her it's the grassy air, that makes my sandals sand-less there
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