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The Sea, the Sea
03:08
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2. |
Noroi
04:40
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I'm on a diet eating cigarettes and animal bones
Reading other peoples' mail much more than I look at my own
Shapes and shadows and the sounds of machines
I'm always running but they're walking faster than I can see
I'm on a bench inside a park inside a subduction zone
I swore once but gotta swear it again
That I'm not gonna miss you 'til the sun comes up again
Stained glass windows but there's mud seeping into my home
I'm on a diet eating cigarettes and animal bones
Sitting at a counter pouring coffee and neglecting my phone
Walked you down to the cave in the rain
Watched the garden, climbed the wall, and untangled a chain
Nesting on a branch older than what I've ever known
I swore once but gotta swear it again
That I'm not gonna miss you 'til the sun comes up again
Boarded windows but there's mud seeping into my home
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3. |
...della mia Memoria
02:33
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What to do with sweet memories that ended sour—
Frame them, caress them, or lock them in a tower?
Drop them off of a pier with weighted feet?
Gasp each time they crawl out from the deep?
Tranquilize them or let them have their say?
Listen deeply or run so far away?
Barricade them in your darkest room?
Change cities, they'll be homeward bound so soon
And it feels so physical
Can't tuck them away, put them away at all
Running up the stairs and through the wall
What to do with good memories that ended bad—
Look back fondly or stuff them into a bag?
Lock them in a locker at the station where
You last kissed her and she last touched your hair?
What to do with fond memories that are still raw–
Make a soup of them 'til it boils over
Don't think about them for most of all the days
Let them hum, you can hum louder anyways
And it feels insatiable
Somewhere someone's living my life right
But I don't know who they are or where they are tonight
And it's irretrievable
Orpheus is the myth I understand the best
Not the singing part, but all the rest
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4. |
In Eggshells
04:40
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The last time he got fired, he spent nearly 6 months away
Didn't sleep much at night but he slept almost every day
One afternoon in his sleep, he saw an invisible tray
Filled with fish eyes and cacti spilling off of empty plates
In eggshells
When he was back on his feet, he went for a walk in his shroud
Needed to let it air out or it would look unseasonably loud
Walked to his old job and planted himself outside
Whistling "when I can tie my shoelaces, maybe I'll learn how to drive"
In eggshells
Now he lives by the ocean in a house that shakes in the wind
When it's cold, he pours hot water on his bed and tucks in
Last night in his sleep, he saw an unreachable tray
Slowly pushed on a gurney somewhere far too far away
In eggshells
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5. |
Row Row Row
02:54
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Caught in the land of Heaven
Rubbing on the gallows
Sentenced to intercession
Rowing through the town below
Sometimes you just find venom
Coursing even through the aloe
In Venice or in Texas,
Rowrowrowrowrrowrowrow
Beneath the ship of Heaven
Someone spreads the tallow
In the middle of the shimmering voices,
Someone is the antelope
Riding the crest of glory
Sit down, you're fucking the boat
A prayer of intercession:
Rowrowrowrowrrowrowrow
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6. |
Beamish Boy
03:01
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Looking for a sidewalk on a street with no sidewalks
All the curbs are covered in the snow
The poles are blinking such significant lights
And the trees are ill with crows
Oh no
Back home, you break a dirty plate by mistake
But who can really tell or really know
Planes flying over, groaning into the night
And the trees are ripe with crows
Oh no
I'll wear the sound
Of the circus bound
Pacing in the cage by the show
Oh no
The scans have found
My fingers just touch the ground
I've been tamed by the crows
Oh no
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7. |
Song for Tilda
01:07
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8. |
Occult Problems
04:27
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"And I run to death,
it meets me as fast
all my pleasures are
like yesterday, yeah!"
Has there come a sound
Collect in my mouth
Running out the door now
Living on its own, too late to let it out
I wasn't born yet
But I knew something was going down
Thought I was ready for the calm, for the calm
For the cupping and collecting now
When I wanted to
Didn't always know
Courage for this world
Left hand side of love
Has there come a sound
Collect in my mouth
Running out the door now
Living on its own, too late to let it out
I hadn't died yet
But I knew that I was going down
I wasn't ready for the slugs, for the slugs
For the cupping and collecting now
When I wanted to
Didn't always know
Courage for this world
Left hand side of love
When I wanted to
Didn't always know
Courage for this world
Left hand side of love
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9. |
40,000 Miles of Rain
02:44
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I feel so glum and
I've been 6 feet overdone
I'm either on a bus or catching a train
With ax and jug wine
I've been searching for a goldmine
Inside 40,000 miles of rain
Sometimes when lonely
I can think I find it homely
But it feels much more like legerdemain
Map soaked and faded
Laying right where I mislaid it
Inside 40,000 miles of rain rain rain rain
A saxophone
Is only covering the rusty bones
Right where I hang my claim
I run the numbers
I think just another summer
Baby, you know I'm a doggone swain
I put a hand up
The other hand's so clammed up
Crumpling a paper plane plane plane plane plane
And when I die
My last words better be a lie
Just going clang clang into the rain
I feel so glum and
I said buckle up its coming
And there's gonna be a hell of a stain
Just need a spit-shine
When you're searching for a goldmine
And the only thing you found is a sprain
Past time to tone it
Maybe wrestling my old hits
Never paid in anything by shame shame shame shame shame
And on the Rhine
I saw the look inside her eyes
It looked like 40,000 miles of rain
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10. |
Slide
03:40
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Heard of a voice that croaks and mutters
Knew of a mouth that's cracked and dry
When I get lodged, cough up the rest of me
How in the world else will I get by?
So tell the phone to keep ringing
Sloughing out of decline
Bound in all the coldest metal
Never warm but fortified
Heard of a man who couldn't chop well
Never knew which axe to grind
Know a lot of stories, most don't end well
Never a playground without a slide
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12. |
Afterwards
03:50
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Close enough's enough
Listen, calm it down
Afterwards, let it go
Close enough's enough
Let it roam and cull
Oh, close enough's enough
Let it go
In this mess a lesser note
Climbs for the tongue
And the sentimental form and tone
A willow knows
When the stone intones "heavy road"
And the mess of arms is gone...
Call the story done
Stunned and alone
When you're messing with a comet's tail
Running's no good
When you're shedding and the sun has gone
Running all around the globe
And the decades of parole have gone
And the decades of parole have gone
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13. |
Take a Moment
02:48
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Although we both have justified regrets
I've never felt so known
And if and when we ever meet again
Could we be alone?
Missed many chances over many years
Wearing careful clothes
In nice apartments that we never rent
Never rent for long
So strange to not know how you are
Are unsent letters piling up
In your office desk?
Am I one migraine less?
When it's difficult
When the lights are down low
I only hope your head is so warm
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