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fortune's fool
03:06
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it should be here
should be here but it's not
what once was an egg looks like a knot
it should be clear
should be clear but it's rotting down like
old discarded plans left underground
"don't you believe in the future?"
yr still here
yr still here but we're gone like light on a
rocket speeding across the martian sand
& you can't hear
you can't hear but it's deafening loud like
the world's a wounded dog crying out in pain
"don't you believe in the future of giving up?
if yr not gonna do it then who's gonna screw it
all up?"
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blackflies
03:08
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every fly on the wall is a voice
that is waiting to find its voice
and be seen
and if it exists then it probably dreams
everyone is a bottle waiting
to be filled with sludge and love
and hopefully more of the latter
and less of the former
but it's usually in that order
and i'll die with the blackflies picking my bones
in north ontario
every shrew in the sand is a womxn is a man
who is looking for trouble
just by looking at all
and if it floats then it probably dreams
every world is a box that is waiting
to be filled with lust and gold and
no one is told which is which but
we usually favour the former
and the dirty thoughts take over
and i'll die with the blackflies picking my bones
in north ontario
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ghost throttle
02:41
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what would you say
what could you say
of putting faces to names
what would you say
what could you say
if no one came to mind
what would you say
if what you knew was yr not real
and what could you say to a world
that never healed
what would you do
what could you do
if mirrors lit up the way
what would you do
what could you do
to keep yr body aligned
what would you do
if what you did made no one feel
and what can you do to a world
not real
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since the engine room's on fire
now we're all doomed to perspire
lose the plot and clear the way
all alone in the cacophony
secret parlour tricks exposed
fix yr fake smile and compose
hide the knife and serenade
all together we disintegrate
sometimes the ghost is better than the real thing
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ghost in the field
04:56
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the ghost in the field is telling me
we are not real
and love is the only thing making us feel
says we are just atoms and atoms are made in the sun
and the sun is a flicker that's born of a brighter one
now it sees that our lights are fading out
soon our bones will be seeping out
into space with all of the dead souls
drifting to find a nice comfy
black hole
the sound of yr tears will haunt my dreams for years
but the ghost in the field is telling me i shouldn't fear
says nothing is nothing but somethingness doesn't exist
and you'd have to die first to truly comprehend this
with a hole in our hearts we cast a strange shadow
with our feet on the earth we're dancing in slow motion
i'd love to love you but i can't remember how
guess i'll be "walking that cow" into the sun
won't that be fun...
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pink & blue
02:59
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as the light gets dim
slip it in
one more lizard in the pot
one more tooth to rot
as the price is raised
throw away
$60 on a drink
the stench won't let you think
far away the dust remains
it lives close too
glued to you
pulling parsley from the trash
a cyanide bubble bath
saw a child in shades that are seldom viewed
pink & blue
keep her hidden and gold
keep her from the old worrisome world
out there
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since the engine room's on fire
now we're all doomed to perspire
lose the plot and clear the way
all alone in the cacophony
secret parlour tricks exposed
fix yr fake smile and compose
hide the knife and serenade
all together we disintegrate
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c the moon
03:16
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tobacco smoke in the shade of night
the ramen fits just right up yr sleeve
like a secret tease or a sacred sneeze
the light is loose enough to shape a smoker's cough
so soft
and true
somewhere past cheap perennials
a lonely millennial
caught wind of this view
she just replied, "true"
her lips were bright blue
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