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Ugly Signals
02:27
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Having no solid form to betray her
The zephyr blew in through the fence.
A ghost in the orchard, she startled the crows
And they cawed "What an unpleasant guest!"
Through black lungs their voices carried to the far side of the woods,
Where the farmer's son lay with a girl from town.
He looked to the commotion and returned to his clothes.
She did the same, and they ran to the sound.
The zephyr, free and foreign, plucked the fruit from their trees,
And the son upon the hill was overcome with
Anger, maledictions, and the fear of father's wrath,
So he shouted to the wind "You leave at once!"
The wind bore no reply and only wept to herself,
And the girl's summer dress no longer danced.
Motionless, the orchard watched the evening arrive
Then with it came a storm abrupt, unplanned.
Having no solid form to betray her,
The hurricane blew in from the sky.
She lashed and she wailed and she could not control
Herself or the orchard's demise.
She lashed and she wailed and she could not control
Herself or the orchard's demise.
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Believe Me, I Would Too
01:30
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Oh Sunflower,
I know you'd kill to be in control.
Believe me, I would too.
By some lunatic design,
I can sense your oversoul
Hanging like a censer in the sky.
Can you sense mine?
Can you sense mine?
Is he just?
Or is he too
A ball of gas?
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3. |
cute bangs?
02:52
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First signs of collapse
Overshadowed by hopeful tells of progress.
As the trestles snapped you fled,
Ultimately seeking shelter
In a ramshackle winepress.
And I, well I was in a sun-stained garden,
Reaping with my naked palms
Until my hands turned black.
When I tried to drink,
Dissolve my thirst,
The tap only filled my mouth with blood.
Bitter, and all my own.
When you free yourself of the weight you’ve pulled
(Je ne comprends pas ce qui se passe dans mon corps)
There ceases to be any proof it exists.
What is this cruel world?
It reminds me of my own.
Would that I were able to foster
The boughs from which you built a home.
But instead I laid the concrete for the
Well that swallowed my advances whole.
When you free yourself of the weight you’ve pulled
(I’ve exhumed the only solace from the annals of the meek)
There ceases to be any proof.
(In proving I am neither definite, nor an artifact complete)
What is this cruel world?
It reminds me of my own.
We came unadorned, and ill equipped for success,
And it’s the same two shitty amps at every show.
I fumble for an awkward chord;
Make accidental eye contact with the first row.
Shaking hand slips from the fret-board,
And it’s fairly obvious the drummer
Took advantage of the bar.
The question I am trying to avoid,
Propounds itself between each line:
Will there be any applause at the end of this song?
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I saw your name etched into a piece of driftwood
When I drowned myself in the gulf;
And the mice still whisper through the hall,
Just outside my bedroom.
You were unmoving in:
“I’ll call it off,
Lest my soul be totaled by
The marriage of my last estate.
I’d rather end as a martyr in this respect,
Than cull an offing of hatred and eyes-closed sex.”
When we tapped the uneven metal bars
That supported the hammock in your backyard,
They produced pitches just a half step apart.
We complained that perfect pitch had eluded us,
But the walk to the piano in your living room
Was much too far,
And I know everything that I need to know
in the headache of “keep you close.”
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Engulfed by the bramble colonnade
A single shoe stuck in mud;
I died trying to understand your brevity.
Eyes tell bleak just north of Swampscott;
Rabbit fled the bank outside the window.
Who were you waiting for?
You woke up so early for someone.
So early for someone,
So early for someone.
So early for someone
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6. |
Speed Traps
03:24
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We could not have laughed harder on the day
That they installed a speed trap in your neighborhood.
O Baroness berating,
(Seven leashes bearing seven dogs)
So skilled in her art,
Shrieked at us in unearthly decibels.
I think she threatened to call your mom.
Still we tried to beat our records
With the reckless timbre of:
“If there’s a car around this bend, we are going to die.”
“If there’s a car around this bend, we are going to die.”
Slowly, I realized
I didn’t miss you like I thought I would,
And we stood in the December chill like
Seven sinners transgressing seven gods.
I never want to see this parking lot again.
“If there’s a car around this bend, we are going to die.”
“If there’s a car around this bend, we are going to die.”
Palmetto is a fiction,
And I am the car around the bend.
Seven leashes bearing seven dogs;
Seven sinners transgressing seven gods.
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7. |
Drawn by Undressed Id
02:31
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Mirror made me cry like a broken piano string.
Can we mend or reconcile all our ends and in-betweens?
My conscience, so sparingly, pours but one proverbial drink;
I am bested by its clout
And lo, my bile fills the sink.
And here, my joy is spent like a dying currency,
In the heart of
“Reconcile all our ends and in-betweens .”
Mirror made me cry like a broken piano string.
I was drawn by id undressed,
To follow you through the twisting lines
Of my blackened palms.
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Freshman Biology Seattle, Washington
You always
have great taste,
Fists full of
changing leaves,
I miss you more
Than I'd like.
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