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straight to vhs
03:28
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65 on 88, we'll get there soon,
but not without some bruising.
The trees will pass slowly while we grow old,
the dirt beneath the asphalt begging for a glimpse at the sun.
Sprouting through the cracks she tastes the warmth on her skin
I've dreamt of gas station bathroom stalls,
defaced with animalistic truths. drunken scrawling of the eternal empty.
just a few more hours and you see the sun
(it burns just as bright as yesterday),
will tomorrow be any different?
Is this the final mile,
can I let myself rest?
forget what it means to feel peace,
the battle between mind and body
Eventually we all become what lies underneath.
Eventually we all wither.
eventually we become the bones and the teeth.
Eventually we all become the ghosts in the sheets.
Eventually we all disappear.
feel 65 at 28
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Daybreak again (for the trash) caught in a chain link fence
how many road ragers are already late for work?
the eyes of a feral mendicant glowing in the treeline
a precipice between alarm clocks and gently resting nothingness
i will be swallowed by vastness
but i’ve already backed out the driveway
enough to have carved a channel
every burnt down house, smoldering
do my angels witness with one thousand eyes?
do my angels witness with one thousand eyes?
daybreak again (i am just) another divorcee
when the song stops, it starts again;
i am weeping
tell road kill to be kind
when I am not around
tell road kill to be kind
when they inherit the earth
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Granite fields, I’ve painted granite fields with pollyanna brush
White bronze, etching on white bronze, a body around soul
Like a lost bird searching for a bigger worm than the one in my mouth
I’m writing this from the parking lot, avoiding my empty home
With a heavier weight than the pillars beside me;
alone, with a heavier weight than the pillars
I want to be alone in the world
not a fly on the wall, just nothing at all
Alright sun, alright graves, and gravediggers.
Rose bearers who must bind each other’s wounds,
the golden thread that keeps us whole
We are the bodies around souls,
and the cities around those
O’, come angel band
reluctant prayers, hand in hand in hand in hand
O’, take me away from dreams of your death
I’ll call no immortal home
O’, come angel band
reluctant prayers, hand in hand in hand in hand
O’, take me away from dreams of your death
where you are not alone
O’, hand in hand in hand in hand
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brand new everything
03:26
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Put it back together but ended up with a spare screw,
works just as good you'll barely know the difference.
Observe decay in real time.
Seizing up with rust it seems.
seizing up with rust…
I don’t mind the sun sometimes
and the ever present light.
the shadows only know
what we can't see.
She sprouted antlers on a dew kissed morning,
frolics in the sunrise to a song unheard.
Tumultuous applause for her woodland ballet
envelopes her like a rolling thunder.
“I wish I could remember
all the people I met;
some of them probably died."
the shriek echoes across the landscape,
opening the sky again,
the ringing never stops, it becomes too much and he says…
“wake up.”
Daybreak again for the trash,
life's been droning on again.
make a wish before the next
time you say that it's your last dance.
A man feeding birds at the park,
apartment complex engulfed in flames,
shimmer of street lights reflecting
These too will fade
Shimmer of street lights reflecting
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[instrumental]
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big city shotgun
01:24
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I’ve run out of crosses for vampires.
I’ve blocked the stage for impossible schemes.
I’ve rattled the leaves off the trees but no one is coming to save me
from mourning old lies.
those that were spun so well.
I wish I had spent these last years
living instead of dreaming.
Swaying in the rhythm of the moonlight.
Dancing to the sound of the dew beads.
Vulture moon, will you wait for me?
Vulture moon, was it just a dream?
Vulture moon, will you wait for me?
I don't want forgiveness,
i just want to rest.
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7 trumpets in astoria
03:36
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Placing pennies
on the grave of sinners.
Playing god every day
‘cause someones gotta do it.
Why not me?
it can't be that hard.
perform a couple miracles,
they'll like that.
then the voices grew too loud
"gotta do something about this,
it's every fuckin’ night with these guys"
he floods the earth.
"maybe if they weren't so damn rude.
maybe if they weren't so fucking loud.
showed some compassion once in a while.”
it's all the same, they kill, destroy, it's not enough.
"maybe next time i'll make them mute.
kind of thinking I need a break.
I'll come back in a millennia,
I'll set those little fuckers straight"
now they're tracing and counting lines on their hands
hoping to discover superstition that they can believe.
I've been god…
ain’t all that great.
it's like any job
and everything is always on fire.
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Reach me when you’ve got something better than praise.
singing the song of victory, though we don't know what it means.
the words are a reminder:
this isn't the life we dreamed of
but we don't know any different.
turning despair into hope like watering
dead flowers by your doorstep
kickstart the engine once again,
it's colder this year.
still gotta pay the bills
but these frail limbs can hardly move like they used to.
who wouldn't want to move again?
you can't change the past, and why would you want to?
to relive heartbreak and make the same mistakes?
It's not that i'd rather be coughing up glass,
I’m still alive in ways that make the widows gasp.
It's not that i'm coughing up glass,
Barely alive, breathing at best.
We'll scrape our shoe on the stars,
(Just go on dancing with me)
we’ll hang upside down from the moon,
just go dancing with me like this.
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Not even the knowledge of creatures on their hind legs is foolproof
Begging water, begging favor
They can compass the water for hidden lakes, divination,
Or read tea leaves in the shape of fawns: breast bared, bound feet
As though the promise of purity is enough
To fill a chest empty for two years, or is it three?
“Here – you can have it back if only you drink.”
Between the wither and the wraith
On the one hand marble stairs and on the other
Well you know they seal these floors in pigs blood
They said, “I bet they’ll never make it”
I can’t stand to be here, but I can’t bear to leave you
Courting water from salted crypts
Come what may take my body out to sea
And when I get there make sure
There’s a place I can breathe
I can take the long way home and I can bury the rest
When the flood goes away.
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Sunflo'er Potsdam, New York
Dark Trail Records.
Mathcore from Potsdam, New York.
Carter, Ethan, Jimmy, Jeff.
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