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Death Is a Parabola
06:26
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death is a rocket
traveling on a parabola
where did you leave your mark?
are you proud?
degrade me you death object
for only you can match my own (x2)
we've both been passed over (x2)
unloved, abused, splintered (x2)
wait did that really happen before it even happened?
did the love and the light
be snuffed without even forsight
even a little foresight could've told us a little bit
we don't deserve it anymore
the dream, the hope, the promise,
it's all been to watch a downward spiral
the hummingbirds were, to him, like the externalized version of what he wished he the laborers looked like. it was ugly to see them in their conditions; a reminder of their weakness and slovenly nature, born for nothing but to serve. why couldn't they look like the hummingbirds do?
they too serve, but serve in a state of grace, with an aura that is deserving of respect
whereas all he could feel for the laborers was contempt, even as they kept the factories running, mouths fed, machines oiled, they too operated as machines themselves do, with the factor of human failure acutely accounted for, accounted for,
built into the system itself so as to benefit from the errors themselves
for the machine can make useful anything even the most seemingly benign or counterintuitive, like when one of the forklift drivers knocked down an entire aisle of pickled/jarred produce, rather than going to waste, all the laborers ate a lot of pickled sandwiches
rest assured he never knocked down another aisle
so many things without meaning in the now
meant only to be found in a hundred years among the rubble
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2. |
Ol' Johnny Boy
03:29
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Oh smell it in the air
you can almost really smell it in the air
ol johnny boy when we walked by
You rolled up your nose
and it wasn't something to be behold, no
and then one day he was walking down the street with his lady
one day, one day, he's walkin with his lady
and then one day,
she's gone!
nowhere to be seen,
I was really likin her and she's not here no more
I was really likin her and she's not near no more
Don't think Ol Johnny boy will be seein no more
sure doesn't look like it to me, hehe...
come on home miss, you're always welcome
(Ol Johnny's Lady)
I packed my bags just the other day
I sat on the bed and it stabbed me in the face,
I walked the stairs and i opened the door,
and I
Fell to the floor
I am not to be found no
Do not come looking for me
I don't want to be found
by you
The man in the store he gave me the pack x2
I try, and I swear to God,
But maybe I shouldn't even be doing that sort of thing
No maybe I shouldn't even be doing that sort of thing
He's on to me!!!
And he's watching over my shoulder.
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Clamping down on the fascist within
Decolonize the soul,
Become one with the flow of desires
How to free the libido
There's a creeping shame and embarrassment in Kafka
especially for not understanding the customs of the elite
the customs of the elite
the customs of the elite
it's not cause you're in on the joke
it's not cause you're in on the joke
it's cause you're not in the club
which means
He's operating on Reagan himself
He's operating on the level
of Reagan himself
Ballard discovers some fusion of classic parody with the only true form of mockery now available
its pastiche, because its impossible to satirize the hyperreal,
though he relies on no historical context or style, to do soe
free of nostalgia
and operating
On Reagan himself
On the level of Reagan himself
"This fine would hurt my financial stability at the moment, as Covid has forced a burden on my familyyyyyy.... thank you for your time your Honor, whatever you decide I will make sure never to park in this manner again, Sincerely,
your friend.
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4. |
The End of The Bush
03:44
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I followed the bird over to the end of the bush
she told me to look up and look ahead
you're runnin boy runnin in place
Wings flap overhead
an obscured star above
was it a lie or some trick?
stumbling stumbling stumbling to the end of the bush?
Looking up at the man in the pale morning light
will it be there forever or will it also take flight?
I ran to the abandoned circus in town
this merry go round of fate
Since I haven't heard from you
I've been spending a lot of time on it
When you look at it,
it's better than it was before,
and it doesn't spin at the same speed as before,
but it does spin.
Old antlers hang like dead trees.
Looking up at the rain in the pale morning light
will it be there forever or will it also take flight?
break
No one told me
I was free to leave
anytime
And no one did say to me
that I could get down
could get down
So I got on the ride
and I sat on it
I couldn't even get off
until she said I had to
get off the ride
get off the ri-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-id
come on lady I just wanna ride the ride?
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How to be inside the charred remains
of a failed new world?
And How to eat
off a carcass that's been picked clean
with the spectre of a million ghosts overhead
stolen, pillaged, judging,
How to believe
in a landscape of spectacle
where down means up or nothing at all
where down means up or nothing at all
How to love
in an atomized landscape
where most love only themselves?
And how do I learn
when true knowledge is
shunned and derided?
How do I grow,
when to grow means monetarily
as always...
break
How to have values
in a vortex of transmutation?
How to hope
with the historical sense haunting ever glimmer
haunting every glimmer?
And how to dream
when the daily stimuli fuses grey
amorphous nodes?
And how to grasp
when the material proves ever more vaporous?
and how to write
when cortex functions devolve before screens?
How to dance
to the beat
of the bombs on loop
(repeat)
How to sing
over the screams of a mothers last hug?
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6. |
Unconscious Painting
03:41
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I wonder if you'd care (would you care?)
That I never took down your painting
never took down your painting
I never took it down, it still sits on my wall
Earlier that day C. stopped by table to comment how cool Red Lips is and how nice, and I knew there was some truth to that, too
to see her twice in a day, and then on the Burke Giliman, that same hasty Go-Go-Go look on her face, taking in no notice of her surrounds,
focused only on the path forward, yeah focused only on the path forward and dragging her suitcase along the way, dragging her suitcase along the way,
eyes only for that infinite tunnel to posterity, off too
vrrrrooooooo!
I don't know where their takin her
but I do know that they're making her safe
When they pack up that painting
I make sure they never lose it
when they pack that painting up
I make sure they never lose it
And it was not even according to my own will did I leave that painting on the wall, yes sir, I did not even think about taking it down and I wonder does that make me different to you?
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7. |
Kamloops Gravesite
03:50
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8. |
Suspect
02:29
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When the night come
you're a suspect
when the night come
you're a suspect
suspect
waiting for the night
waiting for the night to come
you're a suspect
big suspect! (repeat)
yeah (((they're))) waiting around
waiting around for things to change
but the things don't change
that you want to change
and they all stay the same
you're a suspect
big suspect! (repeat)
waiting around, they are
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9. |
Getrockenes Haut
03:54
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Getrockenes haut,
brecht durch mir wieder
aber, ich liebe dich
dein liebe zerreisst mein finger
mein fingerrrrrr
Getrockenes haut
brecht durch mir wieder
(ich liebe dich)
Deine liebe zerreisst mein finger ab (X4)
Und keine sagt das du das
einfach laesst
entweder sagen ,
oder sagen sie nicht
you will see the end
the end is not far
aber ich kann nicht mehr
Deine liebe zerreisst mein finger ab (X4)
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