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In Time
03:08
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In time
I'll report
My observations
for all to sort
Tiny cop cars
Overboard
A disappearance
A building short
On ground
I could see
The tire tracks stop
Incomplete
Discarding orders
Refusing sleep
A walkie talkie
Puddle-deep
I found the porthole
I peered inside
I watched the Nighthost
Enter mine
He said:
"I would give my hidden for somewhere to hide
Take my keys, my numbers, my secrets and slime
I would give my hidden for somewhere to hide"
I felt that pushed-off sleep pushing back into time
A coded cab ride
With no receipt
And horrified my maître d'
I watched the mirror
Undistort
He handed me a
Suggestion form
He said:
"I would live if only they offered rewards
I would live if only they offered rewards
Just sweep this whole spilled purse back to where it was sourced
Just sweep this whole spilled purse back and have it reversed!"
In time
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2. |
Buried Badge
02:53
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Lies soft on crime fill my mind
My star-shaped believer soars
Pick another force
Past all eyes of gods
Slayed fall down dead in my lap
My heartbeat believer born
To another form
Past all lies untold
Alternating daughters on the second floor
We could talk unheated like we’d done before
If I sincerely hated what I’m out here for
Then I would thump negated on the bathroom door
Far away from my likeness corpse
They waste our days filled with lust
Those tar-feather, fevered foes
Dipping all their toes
Into private ponds
Case closed unfaced awful night
My starvation faded first
Prior to the thirst
Toast to lousy cause
Alternating daughters on the second floor
We can talk unheated like we’d done before
If I sincerely hated what I’m out here for
Then I would thump negated on the bathroom door
Far away from my likeness are the audience forms
Forget that corpse!
Alternating daughters on the second floor
We can talk unheated like we’d done before
If I sincerely hated what I’m out here for
Then I would thump negated on the bathroom door
Far away from my likeness
Are the obvious phrases
Long unable to shatter
All the audience forms
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Brushed off the dust to reveal
These cobwebbed calls to the Queen
Then couriered them through the forest
And trampled the babbling streams
We silence the court now to sound them
The trumpets all shining and raised
The choir is posturing perfect
The banners embroidered with praise
It sang of a powerful pen
It sang of the colors filled in
It sang of a painting of churches
And all that was rendered within
And though they had sung it alright
The extent and the reach of your light
Was probably lost with the focus
Too shallow and narrow defined
So I pronounce
It doesn't matter what you draw
It doesn't matter where you hurt
Doesn’t matter what becomes
And I pronounce
It doesn’t matter where I am
It doesn’t matter
Doesn’t matter
Brushed off the dust to reveal
These cobwebbed calls to the queen
Then couriered them through the forest
And trampled the babbling streams
We silence the court now to sound them
The trumpets all shining and raised
The choir is posturing perfect
The banners embroidered with praise
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4. |
Disabled Step
03:08
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Required field
An empty, urgent box
The validation stops
And all must yield
Reddened and bold
Not socially secure
No birthdate anymore
From what I'm told
I won't submit
I won't lay down and quit
I'm clicking 'til it fits
For what is real
The error sounds
Is there a workaround?
A pattern you've not found
Still concealed
Button in gray
A missing maiden name
Can someone please explain
Why all must yield?
Disabled step
We just can't get there yet
A reference we forget
And always will
I won't get down
I'll drop it through the ground
Until my option's found
And fully filled
I won't submit
I won't lay down and quit
I'm typing 'til it fits
For all I feel
Required field
The red is so severe
I'm checking off what's real
And always here
Always I'll stay
Forever on this page
Refreshing 'til I change
Until I yield
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5. |
More Insults
02:39
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There on the ground, Mr. Puzzleman
Feel it around, feelin’ around
Doorknob shine from cell phone flashlight
Noting the crowns of a brotherman
See him around, see him around
Trashed-up form of first-formed star role
Feeling up new forms
Fitting for new crowds
Filling up their town with clouds
Drilling all new holes
Booking all new shows
Fighting off their brows with louder sounds
Come ‘round!
Assert yourself for the new town, like...
Been underground
You’ve been here before
You know you can work yourself out
Come ‘round!
Invent yourself now for the pin-down
You’re pinned down now
There on the floor
The floor’s giving out
So please just keep kicking around
Shrugging off new storms
Trailing off new paths
Filling up their baths with brown
Littered up their shores
Sipping on new foams
Drowning out new sass
With cymbal crash
Come down!
Invent yourself now for the new crowd, like...
Been underground, you’ve been here before
You know you can work yourself out
Around!
You drip on yourself trying to spit now, like...
There on the floor
The floor’s giving out
So please just keep kicking around
Feeling around, Mr. Puzzleman
Feeling around, feel it around
Chanced ape storm on mixed-up starfield
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6. |
It's So Nice
02:03
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It's so nice and it's alright
I was scared
You were laughing
As you rearranged our things
I was still
Losing patterns
And the ambulance agreed
It's so nice and it's alright
In a quip
In a corner
Where my aspirations gleamed
I would stick
To the orders
And dim 'til slightly seen
But I will soon have my turn cracking up at this point
Slap my palm upon my bruising knee
Always thinking of the lines to say
But always waiting 'til they're miles away
Keep it still,
keep it simple
Are you still?
Is it simple?
Would it kill to be simple?
I would kill to be simple.
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7. |
The Following Line
03:25
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I'm losing something
It trails as thick, reflective slime
My love of all things
A following line
Big deal, my leavings
Oh big deal, my heart seeps more than mind
Conceal my bleedings
It's probably fine
And though I've talked to the others
I'm exclusively doomed
'Cause that's what I do
Revealed one meeting
Oh big deal, threaten a change
I did feel this one thing
Unusual day
And still I walk into autumn nights
Instead of the tomb
Still making me room
And still I'm forced into waters
I won't tip the canoe
Or sip from the blue
Bury night
In the bleached blonde hair
The morning's light
There's at least one there
So hold me
I'm a metal chair that folds
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8. |
Where the End Goes
02:07
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A town
That I ignored
Until my friend drove
Crashed
Into a store
Through the window
You won’t find any of us left
A pounce
In public, laws
Circling on you
Accounts
Of your old flaws
Fill the home room
You won’t feel anyone’s effect
You won’t find anything at all
You won’t find any truth
You’ll just find attitudes
A fist that’s grip is filled with
All that I can fold and get around
Without a sense of all I've handed out
But yes, the space is cold
And I guess it’s this amount that I can
Hold, and figure out
Where the end goes
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9. |
The Gold Baton Pt. 2
02:51
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Well I’m trying to undo the damage
That was made with the Gold Baton
We got the cast reeled in with sandwiches
And tore the protein from the buns
I know it’s time to tame the tigers now
Before their aging’s done
But now we’re so backed up and sandbagged on the run
I know there’s 8 stars in the password
I know the 13th set of stairs
I brought the flashlight to the bathroom
And I’m gonna stomp whatever’s there
And in this tireless state annihilate
The full team from the fun
Until those souls back down to grandkids on the lawn
They said in the movie
A few words about me
I wondered allowed things
Too terrible truths
Reversing the time codes
Inserting the lines go
Until the stoned teenager's handbags lack Baton
Unplugging the Bally
Erasing the tallies
Kick-waking the bodies
And crushing their cans
This place where you’re hiding’s
Soon sprayed with the blindings
So get your bowls packed up and high-tailed from the lawn
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10. |
Rocket Launcher
02:21
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Rocket launcher, feel it in my head now
(Oh! Oh! It’s easy to control!)
Rocket launcher, feeling like a failure
(Oh! Oh! It’s easy to control!)
Fear it dropping, heavy on my shoulder
(Oh! Oh! It’s easy to control and use!)
A city watching
In a terror
Lava lamplight
Little era
They said it’s seeding
I don’t care, though
Disappointing
Every mirror
Oh! Oh!
It’s easy when you know
Oh! Oh!
The city’s so unrecognized by all
A city watching
In a terror
Lava lamplight
Little era
I said it freely
In an error
Disappointing
Every camera
Oh! Oh!
It’s easy when you know
So promise me you’ll recognize my own
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11. |
All That I Are
03:48
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Their eyes on every page
Separately they strain to
Carve what they are
Into each cast full of stars
And into each face at the bar
You can never look past
The deadbeat dads
‘Til you’ve fleshed out their character arcs
And destiny’s such a weird word
I guess to me it was a name first
All it implies
Are missteps of spaces and times
Impossible leaps of the mind
Can a terrified chase
Into one fixed place
Lead the lost to declare that they’re fine?
And I don’t care if it’s that
Because we’re too young to be correct
And we’re too old to fear effect
Your chemistry set said it first
Not reading ahead made the mess worse
All I endure
A pretty face smashed in manure
Accumulates thousands of viewers
You can get never get back
All the long-dead laughs
At a character wrongfully skewered
And I don’t care if it’s that
We’re too dumb to know the depth
Still we’re allowed to feel upset
Hold your cares back
Loudly share that
I’ve been allowed to be bored
Hold your cares back
I’ll be there yet
Hardly allowed to be born
And there’s light there
And it’s right there!
They can’t hold us back
Because they fear what we lack
And that fear’s all we are
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12. |
Only in the Country
01:48
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Pulling out the Book of Mourning
Tearing pages out of chapters
I don’t like the looks of this one
(It’s mine, It’s mine)
Next in line to be uprooted
Rush that fleeting satisfaction
Wait for it to grow back next year
(It’s fine, It’s fine)
Only in the country
I’ll be angry, I’ll be fed
Only in the country
I’ll be lazy, I’ll be dead
Falling from the backs of horses
Raising hands to shield my glasses
Exclamation change my password
Sing to missing God inside me
Elevate the hidden fashions
Phone it in, let’s say it’s mystic
Holy
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