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Bicycle Daydream Boy
03:44
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Tales of a jigsaw puzzle
Swing set blues and a ghost in his shoes
Walking down Cherry Street
The drivers all thinking you’re a part of the fog
Scarf blowing behind you
Will it catch all the things you’re running from
Before they catch you?
Bicycle daydream boy
Pedaling for miles as he’s tying his shoe
Mother is on the phone
Talking to her sister in a sweet monotone
I was the rabbit stuck
In between the trees over here and over there
Feet thumping on the ground
I know now that it just might thump back
Naked streets line the Earth waiting for someone to tell them that they’re lonely
When we were talking
The bushes and the brushes were all burned in a row
Years firmly in the ground
Sucking from the soil like a child and a shirt collar
Stripes turn a gentler color
Exhausted from the burden they surrender their arms
I turned to look at you
A lonely gardener with a gun strapped to your belt
You wouldn’t drink the bleach on the monastery steps
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2. |
Atlas We Could Love You
04:57
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Sipping daytime light all through the night
Poster child boy you're putting up a fight
I can't say to you
You're not a body too
Don't you know that's understood?
Chopped up pieces lying around your bed
Disconnect is on the line again
Try to isolate
It's not that you want us afraid
It's just a better option than hurting us straight
Atlas won't you come and take off all your clothes
We could love you more than you would ever know
Drink to make things numb and drink when it feels numb
We'll be your bottle your smoke, just be conscious of this sum:
It's now
Love seems like some kind of barter and trade
Can’t you see why so many people call it a game?
You swap the goods you got
Then you're out of anything
Left of value besides distance
But sometimes fantasies are to be believed
I can't guarantee but would you try to see?
Like we'll sit on a bench
Birds will fly
We'll know exactly what we are
Atlas won't you come and take off all your clothes
We could love you far more than you would ever know
Sitting cross legged you light up for a smoke
Just please don't burn all the love in you we sowed-
It's not out
It's still there now
Atlas won’t you come and take off all your clothes
We could love you far more than you would ever know
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Melting at the touch of one stubby finger
Into the tiles dissolve
Shrink wrap and tin foil and black knots tied to the exact inch
Spikes catch a shirt
The same shirt you wore when the first snow fell
And froze your eyelids shut
And so the past few few weeks they’ve seen you slippin’ up the stairs and scratchin’ out your hair
Pockets filled with flowers
After hours in the dark
The merry go round in the park
Mist rolls in, I’m still standing
(Some tennis courts in Witmer Park)
Bells will ring, a dog will bark
(Mist rolls in, I’m standing still)
Time off you’ll probably end up spending most of it with her
‘Cause you won’t spend it on yourself
So steadfast you move past
Another couple days and you’re back in the display case
You turn the key
You throw it out and with it is the years spent thinking you were innocent
Or that innocence exists
The days you were still young enough to care about anything other than yourself
And how to get it back
Wind will blow, a pool will dry
I won’t ever ever die
Mist rolls in, I’m still standing
(The house is built but won’t divide)
Sitting ‘round a room inside
(Mist rolls in, I’m standing still)
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I've been finding it easier and easier to never leave my room The burnt rubber scent drifts from one end of town and taps on my window The vomit pools on the benches (the vomit pools the crows bathe in) Throw stones at my window teenage enchantress everlasting summer The vomit pools on the benches (the vomit pools the crows bathe in) I just wanna die and be re-lived I just wanna make something real I just wanna make you believe Hold your face and tie your shoes I just wanna die and be re-lived I just wanna make you believe Hold your dope and bless your sneeze and when I make you believe The leaves old as your oldest pair of shoes dusty as the bottom of a silo coarse as the woven basket you carry me around in will make their descent to the floor that is their Burial ground burial ground burial ground burial ground breeding ground breeding ground breeding ground breeding ground burial ground burial ground burial ground burial ground breeding ground breeding ground breeding ground breeding ground
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5. |
I Will Be Patient
06:54
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Walk thru the movie theater
Parking lot
Feels like you've done this in 6
or 7 cities before
Breathe flutters in the air
Searching for light like a bug
The ones that try to sink themselves
Into the street lamps
Pass across the bridge
You always hated to cross
The cars come by
But never never stop
Kid don't you know
they're just like you?
They're all just trying
To swim
It's hard to stay afloat
When you know
You're not gonna win
You go to lay down in the grass
Thinking you'll disappear
Into the soil
The moon and the bugs can have you
You'd gladly surrender this body
This skin that holds water and shit
Like a bed sheet tied into a knot
But it's not something to be angry for
It's not something to be sad for
Patience
The first time seeing 4th Street
In the morning
The bricks glow a brilliant red
Down my cheeks forms a pattern
Like the dew that crawls across the walls
Just looking for a place to sink itself into
Yeah I wanna sink in somewhere
I'm sinking sinking sinking...
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6. |
Permanently Red
05:41
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A painter falls into a bucket
Her eyes all painted red
Knife caught in the rooftop of her mouth
She falls into a crowd
Scratching just the top she picks it up
Makes a stroke on her backdrop
A pattern made in the air
A bird that's brighter than the sun
Head like a tectonic plate
Walk walk walk thru the parking lot of the bank
Took a postcard and gave yourself to it
Now the whole world is bleeding
Waiting for you to drink it up
Famous famous whiskey tax
Gonna take me to the fairgrounds, bottle me up
Until I fully ferment and I'll get everyone drunk
Flying with my bed sheet pals
Empty fields overlook
Red houses red storefronts
She climbed the telephone wires
Until they went underground
Then everything dried up
Made her face permanently red
So she talk all her paint buckets
And poured them down her throat
Famous famous whiskey tax
Gonna take me to the fairgrounds, bottle me up
Until I fully ferment and I'll get everyone drunk
Flying with my bed sheet pals
The cotton burns and the sheets stick, well
I feel the sleek design and then fall apart as easily
Took a break from the display case
Broke thru all the glass and then
Head like a tectonic plate walk walk walk thru
The parking lot of the bank
Took a postcard and gave yourself to it
Now the whole world is bleeding
Waiting for you to drink it up
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7. |
Monastery Steps
04:48
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On the staircase of the monastery
A poems scribbled a notebooks torn apart
A letter jacket is blowing back in forth in the wind
Like a leaf to the ground
The needles wrapped around the building
Are working their way in and out of the windows
I look at you from the bottom step
Punctures in your wrist and your ankles and feet
I know the things I say don't go too far
A tin can fixed in your hands
I'll try not to drop the string in mine
I'll have my friends come over for a party that I won't attend
'Cause I'm always walking out the door
But no one ever sees me go back inside
I'll take the car two hours east for a show
Or at least make one in my head
I don't know what it is
Must be something in the water
Changing my effects on a dime now
Handing over heat from a platter
Changing my effects on a dime, yeah
Into four corners glass is shattered
I'll keep a tally of all the paces
The back n forths the lined up faces
Lying face down in a living room
An ocean seeps through the chimney bricks
You looked at me under the water
Said we'd never ever have to move again
And I thought it was incredible
So I’ve been trying my best to find a pocket,
A quiet corner an empty socket
Somewhere I can finally put a body down safely
‘Cause I’ve learned the lighter you push on the keys of a piano
The lighter they push back up at you
But even a dead leaf has got to press
Its weight against a table
Changing my effects on a dime now
Handing over dust on a platter
Changing my effects on a dime, yeah
Into four corners ash is scattered
I chose to be no one because at least it's better than nothing
I've always thought conclusions were misleading so impeding
So I'll burn these pages on the steps of the monastery
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8. |
Daytime Song #1
04:20
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We live in a pile of shit
Just to have a good view
Cough syrup and an empty pillow case
Filled with perfume and cut up postcards
You feel all this shame
And then feel it all in reverse
Gotta make weight when you’re betting on all your own fights
Love is good
We can never be anything
Besides how the people who know us know us
And no one really knows us
The limbs move like static electricity
So I’ve decided when the morning loses its glisten
I’ll just sleep in
There’s no heaven when you lose all semantics
But the absence of hell gives it worth
Cars make wind when they go past
Cars make wind when they go so fast
But love, love is a business
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9. |
Canteen Song
05:41
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I saw the whispers roll in
I saw the mountains forming
Could it have been done better?
I crossed the Champs-Elysee
And with it a new decree, a red hydrant order
Fire hose unmanned and spraying
School yard bell your ring so straying
Take me to your place
Spare change skips a call to home
Shoes too big you're not alone swaying in the hopscotch breeze
The ocean is glacial debris
A doldrum daydream turns to cream
The moon disappears and comes back again
Skin surrounds water like a canteen
The tide goes in and out and in
I'll sit on top an avalanche
I never thought that I could give in so easily
Rubber baseball days sliding
Head first to the plate
I zipped my vest all the way up
But I guess cement cracks and isn't filled
A window repaired can break
A second time just as happily
So I stay up all night and again
For no reason but to spend the night with myself
All the dead miners are singing fidelio
Oh my idol, sind wir allein
The streets are littered and the streets are litter
Papier-mache mountains hum "what gloom"
Clouds move in no particular pattern
Clouds move in no particular pattern
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10. |
Motion Sickness
02:58
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The issue at hand
Is the watch on my wrist
And the clothes on my back
Vines grow from an old firehouse
In place of a hose
And shoved down your throat
Naked, busy in the street
Except a fake pearl necklace
You put on me You said
Stay for a couple more days
There’s room in my bed
And a place for your head
Smokers at a hospital are waiting for a ride
I wish I could live in the scenery
When you see me on the street
Do you think of all the mannequins
lined up in the windows?
When you see me move my feet
Is each step deliberately
To spite the last?
Because if fate seems to take
Control of my reins then this will is in vain
But who am I kidding
What is this superstition
What are these premonitions
Other than bullshit?
Moving through this channel of oblivion
At this speed it’s hard to see the scenery
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Jesus was an animal
A stranger to his own father
An extraterrestrial
To the pharisees and the good old boys
Not really them, but not really one of us
So he took some gold coins and threw them on the temple floor
And with the devil made his loneliness known
To centuries of sandal-less boys and virgin girls
And on the temple floor I found some tea leaves
That a sadducee had flung at me
And in the tea leaves I saw the child of myself
He shrugged and put his hands in the air, saying
“Why? Why must you care so much?”
I said, “The walls of the walls are constantly oozing from their own walls”
And he laughed, he just laughed
I once knew a shaman who lived
In a garden of peach trees
The peaches were perpetually burning
And one whispered a secret to me
They said, “We don’t see the self based upon how the world is”
“No, we see the world based upon how the self is”
But what is the code? What even is the program?
“That’s no mystery kid, that’s just human nature”
Then the peaches turned to water and the water turned to gold
And he threw it off the mountain and ascended into the sky
And when we die our bodies will be cut open
By the hands of eternity like a doctor and her scalpel
And we will be free to live in the crevices of each other’s souls
We’ll live in each other like a cave
We’ll be our own homes our own rewards
And we will no longer be imprisoned by
This plastic coating
This paper shell
This gloating loathing
This glue not holding
This sky
So now I sit by front windows and watch
Cars move together in packs like troops
In an occupied land that they just don’t understand
At war for sure, but not quite sure just what for
Or who or what against
But at least we know WE’RE IN CONTROL
And we know stone is melted into pavement
And then painted and covered in tire marks
What a beauty it is to know that this rock this Earth is unaccounted for!
Feel your weight
Can you feel your feet push it through space?
Through outer space?
Loneliness knows no limits at all
It expands with the universe, demands like a blackhole
Its only border is love, so we’re gonna tell them to start building a wall
We’re gonna build the biggest fucking wall we can afford
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