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Vignette:
01:20
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You're not the son of god
You're no prophet's song
Golden-crowned head of state has us eating out of heavy hands
Kissing crying baby heads
Healing the sick for a small donation, but
Crystal meth and sudafed has got you scratching the gold paint off that crown
Your promise is a stick-on dinosaur tattoo
You forgot about before jumping in the pool
Now it's peeling off in the summer sweat
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Rotten Egg
03:57
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There's no reason to be alarmed,
it's only a low grade panic
attack - passing out with the oven on
and candles burning
inches from foam insulation in the attic above my room
in a single family home where i live with two friends,
twelve strangers and several stray
cats, no one washes dishes, takes out trash
animals piss all over the
place is falling down from neglect.
Smelling like a year old tuna can, rum bottles displaced around the
fireplace sprinkled in cigarette ash, leaking out onto a pubic-carpet
so dense with fleas they look like stockings
crawling up your arms and legs with diseases in a syringe,
full bottles of piss left by a
dead man, rotten egg
dead man, rotten egg
Lights just went off someone mustuv' forgot to pay
the electric bill again...
Alice sleeps on the sofa with a slew of men all born from incest
who drag their muddy boots around the house, tearing up the lawn
with pick-em-up trucks, dripping antifreeze
one cat laps it up and goes to sleep
rigor mortis in the kitchen,
eyes full of maggots,
he's a dead man, rotten egg
dead man, rotten egg
dead man, rotten egg
dead man, rotten egg
If you're trying to sound like Trent Reznor
will you switch to headphones past midnight?
Because
this house is shaking down.
"Your sub just knocked my picture frames straight off the wall"
This house is rockin' down
"my bed-frame vibrates through the floor,
I have work in five hours."
Call me crazy, I'm a psycho,
I can hear you from the driveway
it's Halloween and there's a full moon lighting uneven roads.
I'll drive myself-to-sleep singing warm-ups with a toy piano
while my next house and the next
burn down in my sleep.
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I saw your wedding in a dream
The cousin of forgettingÂ
Saw all your pretty cousinsÂ
Saw death and sleep and forgetting
I saw your mother there
She was cryingÂ
with all your pretty cousinsÂ
Saw death and sleep and forgetting
I saw your father there
He was flying
And laughing and yelling and swearingÂ
Fat red and drunk in the sunÂ
I saw your wedding in a flame Â
Burning and sweatingÂ
Saw shiny cousins meltingÂ
Saw death and sleep and forgetting
Death and sleep
Death and sleep
Death and sleep and forgetting
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I'm not showing you again
won't tell you another time
can't keep repeating myself on loop and loop and
can't waste anymore air
Show time show time slow down
This is a panic attack, this is a nightmare
Humiliating and I don't know how
You stood on the porch with your little
red umbrella and disappeared with a
puff of the neighbor's cigarette ash
blowin' down sidewalks like a
Plastic bag in frosted air
The storm-drains weep when they hear your name now
and i cant remember your name,
how?
The novelty is gone
and so is my sunshine
Like silver oxidizes
skin-cells dull and grey
Lately
it's such a drag
Board up my windows 'cause the storm is building fast
Standing waist-deep in the ground
between cries and heavy heaves of earth,
making up my mind with a last drop of wine
before the bodies pile around me.
Lately
it's such a drag
Board up my windows 'cause the flies are moving in
Under heaves of stormy sky
it's filling up to my knees
Trying to decide between land and rising tide
before this typhoon swallows me.
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5. |
Rat-Catcher (591)
04:12
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Loyola
03:24
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Loyola keeps her thermostat high,
drops needles on scratchy forty-fives
draws shades to trap the quiet insideÂ
wears sweaters christmas through julyÂ
I stop by before she goes to bed at noon
squinting at the mantle clock,
and losing her train of thought
repeating the same phrase like a skipping forty-
five so i flip the record overÂ
and she remembers with the smack of a snare.Â
All through the hour we're serenaded
by the phantom voice of patti page Â
I keep saying i'll visit again soon
but she keeps calling,
with trouble recalling,
her warbling voice a record on it's final
groove
Loyola slouches and blurs the line
separating her past from our current time
In daydreams so vivid she closes her eyes
the mantle-clock stopping at quarter-past-nineÂ
Louder than the roaring turnpike
Deathlier than a spiderâs prick
Higher than a Boeing airplaneÂ
Lonelier than anything anyone could ever think to sing
How is it possible?Â
(Groove)
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Vygnette
01:05
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Cicada Buzz
04:08
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Rock to the crescent moon
but don't play along if you're not in tune
Keep blowing all that steam,
just cicada buzz, rustling leaves
If your strings are rusted and broke
better change them fast before the rest are woken
fall catches up with shortening days,
and the years roll by in a flip-book
Listen for me
rumble of an airplane overhead
Donât tug on me
I'm not a dove on a leash
canât teach you how to sing
stay in time or key
Drink to the full moon,
drink into tomorrow, start again at noon
Drive on the freeway trashed,
busted headlight, windshield scratched
If your brains are swollen and wet
better dry them out before you lose your shit
you start shaking like the dancing leaves:
cicada convulsing as it dies in the street
Listen for me
Whistling Amtrak in the fog
Donât tug on me
Iâm not your motherâs sleeve
donât bring me stains to bleach,
a hungry mouth to feed.
Iâm just a boxcar, a jug oâ wine
the spark in the night
cicada buzz before light.
(Devil bit my hand
Teeth punctured skin
Rose drips of a lipstick-kissed wrist
Ran down my shaking fingers
Getting all over my desk and white t-shirt.)
Iâm just a boxcar, jug oâ wine
the spark in the night
cicada buzz before light.
Iâm just the rustling leaves
another grain on a beach
raindrop in a sea.
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9. |
Syncope
03:48
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Louder than the roaring turnpike
Loving than a mother's kiss
Higher than a boeing airplane
Lighter than falling snowflakes
Rougher than a rogue tsunami
Deathlier than a spider's prick
Farther than flickering constellations
Lonelier than anything anyone could ever think to sing
But how is it possible?
Luckier than the swiftest gambler
euphoric than a grinning drunk
Holier than a brimstone sermon
Filthier than manhattan gutters
Vital than oxygen to your brain
Emptier and lonelier than the vacuum of outer-space
How is it possible?
Caught up with me this time
Rolling eyes
Flatline
Where is the blinding white?
It's darker than endless night
Who is my guiding light?
Said "let there be light"
(and there was light)
Where the hell are you?
And if you aren't anything,
since you aren't anything,
who is responsible?
When blood comes rushing back to order
The static rings and color forms
Duplications rock left to right
Pick yourself up off the bathroom floor
It's been the same thing each and every time
It never gets easier to stand back up
Drink water, shower, get back into bed
Say your prayers in case the next one holds on tight enough to keep you.
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Like a crayfish
crawling backwards
I'm out of sight
I'm late at night
I'll trade the world for the moon and the stars
Like a dog sees a wolf
I bristle
I'm howling high
I'm late at night
I'll trade the world
for the wood of the door
drown it in scratches and bites
I'm howling high
I'm late at night
Like a crayfish
crawling, crawling
I'm late at night, late at night
I'm late at night, late at night
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Telyscopes Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
"Since 2012, Telyscopes has molted through one reinvention after another--shedding layers of lo-fi psychedelia, chamber pop,
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-The All Scene Eye
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