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burn the mine and paint with cinders
hashmarks in the company spine
oh my, to sew resentment
hold your tongue on company time
wash your hands of the filth and the squalor
smut-stains in the seller's stare
break bread, but round' the corner
they wait in the dark to take their share
honeybees swarm the queen completely
and pluck her eyes out
the heart has fallen carelessly
or was it put down?
feed the dog with the scrap from the table
let him think he's one of you
he's fat with the meat of his brothers
got a taste for blood now too
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TBAF pt 2: Parting Glass
05:53
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I'm motorous and easy
I'm the glonous and sleazy
I've got it down, baby, got it down
so are you down? I'll show you how now
Stones in the sunlight are casting shadows
in the frost in the chill that haunts the dawn
ringing through the ether, one final chime
the echo of the parting glass is gone
hard to breathe in these rusty clouds
don't believe the sun has been around
the only ebbing light is from bridges I burn
I've gotten used to these fumes
I've learned...
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TBAF pt. 3: Recluse
05:27
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the walls in life are curling in starlight
my mortar and whicker
and timber and solder
my times are strange and feeble
they crumble
now, what to do?
I'll wander off and strip in the shadows
I'll rise in the rain and drink from the river
I'll feel foreign in the woodland in silence
... and nary a soul shall tell my tale
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TBAF pt. 4: Geotaxis
05:18
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the clamor is dulling
the roots find their way in my veins
the letters in my name dissolve in the humus
and are washed away...
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Carcosa
05:59
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i really cant remmeber nor recall
when i came or when i left
the yellow king of the faded halls
am i a tourist or a passenger?
was i ever there at all?
are these dreams or memories?
the notes in the sketches are fading, laughing now
RISE.BLACK.STAR.KING.
burning the city before it was built
bury the children alive
plucking the flower before it could wilt
...a tear stuck in her eye
ink could never stain mosaic time
events that didn't but so did occur
the present now and the past-to-be
colors intermingling
am i waking now here to tell?
or bear a ripple in the frozen time?
spiraling down ever toward
future... present... now...
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Holy Water
06:08
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so step in the mire, into the swamp
viscous mist bellows higher
hold your hands to the fire before you go
rinse off the cold
the water is cloudy yet still you go
feel it stirring around you
the hollow sings the words to our song
this holy water sings along
ripples in the undertow
and all we do we do for her
the vapor is restless, fill your lungs
wander wistful awhile
float through curtains of daylight and through the night
feel her warmth crawl inside you
so pure & wild
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The Silk Road
06:04
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Strand
07:56
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Ice fills cracks, force not
time breeds
chaos heart
burst, bleed, humble rot
feast the dead canary!
split life, ego, lust
the pulse of dissonance drips and freezes
ice fills cracks
time breeds chaos in purest hearts...
bound man
flow by
this strand
cling life
(rust in the sunset, rust in the sunset...)
home in the west wind
ventilated oxygen
blue eyes of mine
blue skies of mine
are waiting now... waiting now
blue skies of mine
thunder inside
waiting now... waiting to feel the sun
heartbeat
solar wind
cast off sirens
A summer day in this frigid metal hold
One hundred suns glaze light on the console, cold
Penelope, I can see you in our home
Worlds away, but with me in the unknown
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