1. |
Are You One Of Those?
02:58
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Seven of my baubles
Bent back mystery of source
Where were you in mine
When you were sharp divorce?
You know, many kinds are needed
To be courteous
And courtesy will curtsy through the door.
Are you one of those
Renaissance men I've
Heard so much about?
Eight hypocrisies
Were eating up their truths
At just the time that theory
Merged with tooth
It made a cavity
And soon they said
"It must be pulled,
Or filled with
Foreign brevity."
Are you one of those
Renaissance men I've
Heard so much about?
There is no beauty
In brevity
Impossible and sincere with
Bald eyes and blank ears
Don't fear the mortal stare, we say
Instead be scared of hare-brained
Fingers shaping clay
That try to stay the same
Just carve up the mind already
And eat.
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2. |
Bad Poetry
03:08
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I'm not so resolute
Except in my attempts
To stay as I once was
Because it frightens me
To think that my own self
Is contradictory
But all is fickle as words to other words
All is subject to the moment of its birth
I owe nothing to myself
I owe nothing to myself
Yes all is relative
Like bad poetry
It loses meaning
Mixes metaphors
I owe nothing to myself
I owe nothing to myself
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3. |
Parcel Part
03:24
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She wandered in
With careful eyes
She read her lines
And wrote on mine
A darting glance
And curling lips
I filled a-flushed
The sun eclipsed
And I was thrown
So far off course
That even when I'd found my horse
I couldn't catch up fast enough
So there I was
In foreign lands
The night so fell
But full of bells
I rode until
The day arose
And sunlight showed
A splendid sight
Off on the ridge
The ramparts there
Atop the wall her auburn hair
Those careful eyes that were the same
Distant melodies are facile answers
And that is all that I have ever heard
Self-Idolatry it burns in my blood
And autonomy in dreams is all the good
I scaled the walls
And broke inside
So ready to
Romance my pride
But she was gone
She'd never been
And intentions gave
Away mistakes
And they became
Parcel, part
The wonders of that wondrous art
And fell away gradually
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4. |
A Farewell To Ethics
04:01
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Would you mind if evil decrees
Started to slip their way out of me?
Would you mind if I took your dare?
Lit you on fire just to be fair?
Reason I'm asking is lately I've gleaned
No consequences have yet been seen
When I have broken with my beliefs
No shadows tracking, only relief
And there is no shame
Cause I'm the only one
And the guilt is gone
So bearing in mind what I have said
Please tell why you've filled my head
With all this trash it clutters my mind
Telling me how to fall far behind
And there is no shame
Cause I'm the only one
And the guilt is gone
Still, there are times
You seem divine
I feel nauseous
As if I just woke up
Face down in the mud
Then I cast these moments aside
Remembering who I'm here to deride
It's you, not I, it's you, not I
You are the king and I am the lie
And there is no shame
Cause I'm the only one
And the guilt is gone
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5. |
RSVP
05:46
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Up the stairs, down the stairs
Sixty five frozen gears
Line the walls on either side
Stalling their machines
I would sculpt a furnace
Out of all the many murders
It would melt away the ice
But it would also scorch the ceiling
Open the cellar door
Flip the light switch
Down to up
Cover your hair, girl
Or cardinals
May nest in your curls
Thousands now have asked me
Permit them the experience
Or at the least commit
To writing down my home
Every time my answer is the same
You're missing letters in your name
You're dotting "e's" and not your "i's"
For shame
So my invitation
Has only one addressee
Please RSVP
RSVP
Straightaway
Snakes are in my ankles
Slithering
See I don't mind them there
Because
They remind me
They remind me
That you'll arrive
Very soon
They remind me
They remind me
So my invitation
Has only one addressee
Please RSVP
RSVP
Straightaway
Open the cellar door
Flip the light switch
Down to up
Cover your hair, girl
Or cardinals
May nest in your curls
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6. |
Ars Musica
03:11
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You might laugh
If we told the truth
And to tell the truth
We don't really mind if you do
What we hear
It is all in all
A totality
That looks like posturing
What is the sound for us?
Is it pride that inflates it up?
It is less than we make of it
And it's more than we take of it
You get lost in the signature
And you'll sign right up with us
How do I put it right?
How can I put it right?
If there was
A library
Filled with what I mean
Then I wouldn't be here
But it's gone
So antennas out
And switches on
And kick the drum
What is the sound for us?
Is it pride that inflates it up?
It is less than we make of it
And it's more than we take of it
You get lost in the signature
And you'll sign right up with us
How do I put it right?
How can I put it right?
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