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Manhatten Moonlight
02:49
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I remember dying that day
Nothing short of confusion
In you, I can recall the sound of memory
Played on a music box with space for pulsing
But her eyes were still recognizable
Behind every mask she wore
Those paltry impressions - they were imperfect
What are you becoming? I suppose everything really
I am at your mercy
She had me biting and reeling you closer
In every perilous phase of love
You could trace over my crooked dried up lingering lines
And make my innocence revisited
When they see the world with a naked eye
I die a little inside
because they don’t know about those simple things
like Manhattan in the moonlight
Say your prayers say them loud on
top of the Empire State Building where I dreamed I leapt
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Arthur Rimbaud
05:06
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Petrified perfectly blue eyes
Lush, full head of hair that is bone dry
A dirty look that emanates from being shy
I ask why
Words that glued together many meanings
Attracted a bold new kind of feeling
Is this boy a real human being?
I don’t know
Found an old lonesome cold lover
Abused and accused by his own mother
Pulled and hulled like a piece of rubber
What a shame
When will his season in hell end
A flesh to tend with all but no offend
Did he think about the pain to impend?
Why didn’t you?
"The Sun, the hearth of affection and life,
Pours burning love on the delighted earth,
And when you lie down in the valley, you can smell
How the earth is nubile and very full-blooded;
How its huge breast, heaved up by a soul,
Is, like God, made of love, and, like woman, of flesh,
And that it contains, big with sap and with sunlight,
The vast pullulation of all embryos!
And everything grows, and everything rises!
- O Venus, O Goddess!
I long for the days of antique youth,
Of lascivious satyrs, and animal fauns,
Gods who bit, mad with love, the bark of the boughs,
And among water-lilies kissed the Nymph with fair hair!
I long for the time when the sap of the world,
River water, the rose-coloured blood of green trees
Put into the veins of Pan a whole universe!"
Insure, obscure, archaic language
Unhygienic penned in long French verse
freely, imagery, pretty piece of poetry
Is this a curse?
African migrated merchant
Swore off never to write a hard line again
Cancer came and took his short life anew
Goodbye
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Dance Of The Bugs
02:47
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The locomotives in your hair
The flashing headlights of your glare
Sweeter than the flesh of an apple core
Slow rhythms hypothesized the corpse
The dance of the bugs on the wilted rug
The old hammered-hearted hymn they hummed
They chanted: “when you die you won’t see the sunset”
A gun like a jawbone in your veins
Round pumpkins stuck in the wing of your plane
Romanticize your melancholic solitude
in a way that feels right, in the nude
While the dance of the bugs went and raised their mugs
The ambitions and emotions went and killed oceans
They chanted “Will you know my name in fear?”
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I’ve seen pleasures vindicated by the moon
A piece of paper with the theme of last June
Where were you when wind began to swim?
I was starring in the motion picture film
Nesting atop an orange island
I spotted a million thousand windmills, man
How, I wondered, venturing midstream
Would I ever reach a point of no return?
Fear my west wind and obtain realism
Then we can kill the lord's bands
I’m too far gone
Misinterpret the ministers
Fly a platypus past playtime
Pulsate your vile wounded vulture
And glance and grace your nesting table
All that is solid melts into the air
Sustained me far enough
Telling the fools of my ill ventures
I’m too far gone
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Could I be my own hero if I tried?
Beat the villain, be the reason his mother cried
Direct the ocean to the shore
Strip away my greed and not ask for more
Have you seen the land living by the breeze and seas?
I could only imagine what the summer rain would feel on my hands
And I saw the face of an enigmatic girl
(oh you, oh you, oh you)
With hair that made the whole red world twirl
(oh you, oh you, oh you)
Sweet soulful conciseness
A puddle full of crawl cocoons
Agony, oh sweet agony, leave me be
Motionless, rendered immobile
It’s a virtue short in supply
I see a butterfly, I’m so ready for their fall
From berries to those lips of yours I've stained
Simple moments I’m sure as if you even cared
I’d still chase across constellations to kiss you
Droplets upon droplets
This rains going to make me cry
Atoms crushing shades
We may well be
Go on tell me to be quiet
My song will fade to silence anyway
Refrain from sour joys they can only last so long
Do I simply not belong here? Or do you expect me to flourish?
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The words I say will be here before and after I pass
Though, the speaking has retired from my mouth
(Do you, do you, do you want to dance?)
And as soon as I gazed upon your spotted mask
The shimmering artistic tresses of red
Flowed like wine, as if Jesus worked a miracle on you
You’re enough evidence to believe
I’m quite sorry to disappoint
I was never anything but myself
That was the real me
I want to hold the hand that feeds me
I couldn’t help but stare at the crowd
And notice your great body of knowledge
The once-owned property of a mirror
What gives me hope in my pessimistic world
Is your forced creative action in such a catastrophic time
Your need and livelihood, obligation to improvise
I can feel you touching my fingers in my dream
Every night and it feels so real
I want to view the world that you see
Oh to be in one of your paintings
One of your subjects
A time capsule on a linen canvas
I want to the work on the academic machine
And here he is, back from the grave, back to the call
With a preference for working in the real
As opposed to the band of abstraction
You’re trusting a man who hasn’t endured the consequences, baby!
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When I look…into your eyes
I see it, you’re outside
My place in the world
It seems so uncertain, I’m for sure
We should lay about in the summer
Rest in this eternal evening
Wind yourself around my little finger
Lemon laced polished flesh along my thin thread
Can you weave through this labyrinth with me?
This singular cycle with dripping fruits of flavour
Slices along the fabric discovered solace in reflection
The plow found the dry earth easier
I just want to love you forever
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8. |
Human, All Too Human
03:11
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You’re so heroic and mythic,
Where’s your good fortune?
Lean on me with your skin that is
Prickly as a sea urchin
Rain away the train that fills you into
Providence, Rhode Island
Or green soft mossy patches
In the lakes of highland
So they say the dead only have bad dreams
You have nightmares
The narrow skull beneath your pale oily flesh
Surely give snakes a scare
All too human but not enough
sympathy for the people
sympathy for the people
The demon slick black hair that you bear
Shines with your poppy pelt
Central Park West where the leaves dance and prance
this is where I’d melt
Your uniqueness lies in its fatality
Ego wishes you had
Breath the air of strong windy heights
You’ll see that its worth to be glad
All too numen leave me alone at last
Have some sympathy for me
Sympathy for me
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9. |
Poppyseed Bookworm
04:31
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What happened to your pig skin clothes?
White patch pit resting on a pumpkin
Scarecrow your heart attack rat
Those ferns ran a horse-wide muscle
That monkey cooked a home on a stove
God, please fuck the minds
While those bones piled up elephant
Through the yellow polluted hollows
And the vampire kaleidoscopes
I realized the onions had won over my love
If the mirrors felt flat fell flopped on a tulip
We’d have an orange case on our bands
Brown-eyed peas the mascaraed
They threw for all of the veterans who served a plate of Saturday blues
My fingers flicker pulp of gigantic spoons
On a Wednesday fluttered colour ‘cause Friedrich Engels knew
Honking the wind flew and blew a berry prune of advantages
Mimic franglais patterns spewed out in glue
Drink a can of marshmallows to keep the dog gone down
Or else the wiggle stems of naked could fill the couch of your week
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Vancouver
02:52
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My skin is most tender as your fingers blend into me
My lips bristle at these hideous thoughts
I know I read too loud when I'm thinking of you
You’ve got curly red rosey hair
Back to back from the ends of the earth
In search of the other horizons
I've found a home in your honest eyes
It was the only destination I needed
Oh, Roisin you were in my dream last night
I miss the tickles - the vibrations from your longing laugh
Cold loving prose you stole all of my own clothes
I’d let the world end knowing I had met the best
I could list the details of everything you’ve ever told me
But I'm too shy to express how much I like you
This interlude is far too long for me
(Wherever you are) please don’t lose faith
(Wherever you are) amid concrete and clay
(Wherever you are) I just want my chance
(Wherever you are) Only with you
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11. |
Beautifully Frail
04:14
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