1. |
work in regress
01:40
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2. |
tie me to the mast
04:05
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TIE ME TO THE MAST
I have listened I have learned
I have tried to discern
But there is one thing that I may never know
Love is near then it is far
It’s deep below then like a tower
And I can never seem to make it stay
So tie me to the mast
And set those fog bells ringing
Because I don’t want to hear
A voice that’s always singing
I have looked and I have seen
I have tried to believe
That there is nothing to keep me from the truth
But it always seems to move
Like a pendulum from its root
And my perspective distorts the clearer view
So tie me to the mast
And set those fog bells ringing
Because I don’t want to hear
A voice that’s always singing
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3. |
doomed expedition
03:23
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DOOMED EXPEDITION
Starry eyed
Slate bellied sky
Wind burnt lips
Whisper on the earth as fire
Where is it now
This mystery and wonder
Trembling and hysteric
Like the wind upon the water
Storied eye
Sun blinded sky
The face of the deep
Shallow it lies
Under prodigal sun
Newly setting sun
It keeps heading west
Like a man on the run
Staring eye
Earth beneath the sky
Sun behind the moon
The occult of son and father
How can it be known
Or once again remembered
When the night moves on toward dawn
Like some doomed expedition
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4. |
dead language
02:26
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//
there are strange circumstances
in which you find your way
into my mind
this morning I woke
and opened my eyes to snow
that wasn't quite falling
but moving casually
like peripatetic philosophers
or a phantom ship
or riderless horse
on a scrolling vertical migration
this is the way a memory
will enter my mind
by some arcane path
or disparate analog
taking impossible steps
across a devil's bridge
delicately proffered
between two points in time
//
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5. |
birds of fortune
02:52
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BIRDS OF FORTUNE
You and I we go together
Like the Cuyahoga River and fire
Foolishly fitted and doomed from the start
Assumed abstraction couldn’t keep us apart
I saw the birds of fortune
Fall from the sky
Like a hail of diamonds
At the end of time
And the mouth of the harbor
It swallowed up the sea
Without affected intentions
Or claims of property
Like a shipwreck
That’s buried inside of the sea
I keep my desires hidden in me
The sunset It burns out
Between the leaves of the trees
And these eyes block out
Much more than they see
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6. |
should have been
03:18
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SHOULD HAVE BEEN
Should have been a sailor
At home upon the waves
Then nothing would distract me
Like height or shallow graves
Should have been a pilot
Always above the clouds
Where nothing would seem smaller
Than cities and all their crowds
Should have been an actor
Living on the stage
Where words are superficial
Like expressions on my face
Should have been a liar
Where nothing is as it seems
I’d tell you what you want to hear
And be the man of your dreams
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7. |
untuning the sky
04:54
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//
harbored boats
asleep in the sun
hydrotroptes aligned
buoyed above fixed anchors
like the earth
tethered to its star
wandering in slow arcs
floating unmastered
built for nothing else
with sails stowed
bare masts sway
together
like a winter forest
in the wind
//
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8. |
heart like an anchor
04:14
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HEART LIKE AN ANCHOR
You’ve got an old rusty blade
In your razor still
And each time that you shave
You know that you will
Cut a little too deep
No matter how much you try
And your mirror’s still cracked
So it does you no good
You keep seeing yourself
As less than you should
But you just keep on looking
No matter how hard you try
Is it better to be blind than disillusioned
Or asleep at the wheel
than awake and not moving
Or is it all just the same to you
You’ve got a heart like an anchor
That keeps weighing you down
And a head like a clock hand
That keeps spinning you round
And you’re tired and dizzy
And can’t fall asleep where you lie
And your eyes are like search lights
With the bulbs burnt out
And your tongue’s like a traitor
Who keeps pointing you out
In each word that you speak
No matter how much you lie
Is it better to be blind than disillusioned
Or asleep at the wheel
than awake and not moving
Or is it all just the same to you
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9. |
rivers
04:21
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RIVERS
Rivers wander aimless
Like gypsies or wind
And speak in dead languages
Of doomed disciplines
Their courses unfixed
But determined and planned
By unconscious desires
And mantic diagrams
We’ve lost all the cyphers
But still look above
Towards capricious constellations
Now both deaf and dumb
Their songs have gone quiet
Or are too far removed
From some innate perception
No science can prove
Mute and immutable
And buried beneath
A diverted river
Whose name no one speaks
Is a casket of silver, iron and gold
The secrets interred within
Only dead men can know
Until I, Attila
Awaken from death
And rise through this water
That grasps at my breath
And pass through the firmament
Beyond the sky
As a countersign of history
Or the password of time
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10. |
the apple in the dark
02:05
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The Apple In The Dark
by Clarice Lispector
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11. |
pillar of fire
04:24
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PILLAR OF FIRE
The sun set down
At the edge of the ocean
A stylite on a pillar of fire
It's chariot persists
Like an act of contrition
And follows the dark stream of the sea
In a never changing path of perpetual motion
through the ever changing lens of the sky
The arrows of the sun
Point the westward direction
And bend round the steadiest line
The sun can warm but never illuminate
The Old Straight Track to my heart
Locked within
These bones are like scaffolding
Upon which is stretched my skin
The template of time
It traces my countenance
Like a dark cloud obscures the sun
Or mercury glass reflecting the form
Of all I may one day become
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12. |
asleep before sunset
02:56
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//
it is tremulous and hysteric
and accurately forgotten
in spectral pallor
a false dawn
or shade of the sun
and extinct language
lost in infinite anonymity
like a bird hung motionless
in a mayan-blue sky
describing a lost history
of the vault of heaven
held in place
bookended and framed
like mock suns or parhelia
between two points in space
where the whole world is bound
with secret knots
//
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