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Noise of Water
03:44
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the mosque of Madagascar
consist of spires and a bell tower
windows are damaged sisters
called to their heavenly home
providing them with wooden rules then sinking slowly
this time fixed with tarpaulin sheets
subliminal love is a wonderful
things unexcavated
disused railway stations tango
novel human genes evolve
the wonderful spirit dwells in the body of a broken idiot
effort becomes paramount
retreat from the primitive sun
ghost of flying squirrels accomplish their goals
the bronze pigeon missed - I hear the noise of water
digging in the dirt to relieve the pain
listen to the yellow dress
stroking rabbits head injury
trapped in steel cold violence
alchemy and religion clicking on mysterious flights
the wonderful spirit dwells in the body of a broken idiot
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Same Dream
02:09
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I turned my heart back close to
the southeastern border
where the strange and beautiful take refuge
your love of oblivion is your secret weapon
you never say we’ll be together soon
the memory of the goldfish kissing on top of the water
you made your debut in eight volumes of fantasy
every plots stolen from murder mystery novels
two lovers being blackmailed
there is love found in smokes sweet emotion
the wait is over its twilight in the wilderness
I have it all buried in a silo
I never sleep, but I have the same dream
I never sleep, but I have the same dream
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Children are Listening
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a black figure of a bird hiding in the doorway
escapes the mine through the butcher shop
a species of orchid blooms after the second midnight
the misspellings of angels
her existence was noted by the ambulance driver
remapped by the cartographers
in spite of his contributions
his femme fatal client Mary known as Christine
lies about directions
be care what you say
be careful what you do
children are listening
the fleece breaks the spell
the mask, the bow, the fat man
losing his wig discovers that its a fake
in the woods no one is alone
shes better known by her pseudonym
grows wings for an exodus
a thirty foot braid of hair
the ethereal earns the enigma
celebrating the harvest of threes
and unscrupulous adventures
during the transitional regime
just above sea level
be care what you say
be careful what you do
children are listening
they cannot hear your cry
they memorize
children are listening
they are forbidden
they are broken hearted
children are listening
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Your Lovers
03:52
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a dense cloud surrounds the earth
I whistle though the distance
in a dream sequence narrated by god
you go home to find / find your baby
singing at the bottom of the well
pressing yes/no buttons
swaying between memory and moods
they set in motion an accident
a kiss before a fall
your lovers had their romance
remnants of the partial veil
hang up in lost clouds
images of the sun appear
strong hands without deception
hang on a thousand trees
all the glaciers know when to move
the girl disappeared into a page torn
from her book collection
unchain the song
and the memory / and the memory
name a tall ship after her
then hold on to the earth
the girl disappeared into a page torn
from her book collection
your lovers had their romance
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Lift the Stone
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all this time / all that dead-weight
all this erotica / all that predates
banishment from your home
all this day / all that sentiment
all this competition / all those accidents
shaking the luck out of your shoes
all this code / all that folding
all this soul / all that eroding
over and over til you come back
thriving on wild others
the flow is the flood
you can no longer lift the stone
taking head counts in eden
all this history / all that water
all this electricity / all that disorder
seven pink blossoms on the asphalt
thriving on wild others
the flow is the flood
you can no longer lift the stone
taking head counts in Eden
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Born to be Yours
04:10
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Its gonna take a lot more than the sun
to burn this away
It’ll take more than an ocean to wash this away
I was not raised during a famine
the scales measure the intensity
of everything I feel constantly called attention
to the importance of addressing
the needs of a women
for two decades I served under the arc of light
oh my god the delusion
Its gonna take a lot more than the sun
to burn this away
It’ll take more than an ocean to wash this away
I was born to be your born to be yours
you wanted me to hang on
to sleepwalk without suspicion
between the ground and the clouds I prayed for hours
I wrote words in my diary I now long for
forgotten the unending ache hangs on like a secret
Its gonna take a lot more than the sun
to burn this away
I was born to be your born to be yours
It’ll take more than an ocean to wash this away
I was born to be your born to be yours
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Listen to Me
05:01
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wives, sisters nieces and daughters,
ministers, judges, husbands and kings
all I want is your subspecies
the laws of effect and expiration
evacuations and annihilations
spreading laterally in multiple layers
until the wound heals a second time
all I want is your oath and flag
love poems of the 20th century
we kept in the abbey at San Cristobal
decay can be delayed by removing electricity
all I want is the bitter cold
digitized in the national library
DNA binding and unbinding
I told you they were crossing for the invasion
listen to me / listen to me
all I want is analog signals
lost in the dark in the drama
eliminated from all contention
computers with forty eight bit words
triple double threat latency
badges for chemistry and art
all I want is to use no name
all I want is your medal of honor
all I want is the right throwing hand
causes and solutions and alternatives
I told you they were crossing for the invasion
listen to me / listen to me
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Our First Honeymoon
03:46
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on our first honeymoon around the earth
we saw a thousand suns, glaciers breaking
picked up the Gazette in Black Gate Arkansas
listened to frequencies on global transmission radio
playing “Town of Eden” and “Shake Your Body For Me”
sleepy headed under big stars
waltzing on the blue world
on our first honeymoon around the earth
one hundred flowers bloom, we waited for low tide
to walk on water you simply cross your arms
as you exit we skipped the census
we saw love suicides with human actors
you cried at the end in the arboretum
I painted your portrait delivered orations
you never missed your nightly levitations
we were humans / we were lovers
we were humans / we were lovers
on our honeymoon around the earth
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buffalo gals and all you other animals
won’t you come out tonight
you will be cleared from any wrongdoing
won’t you come out tonight
this one is for the angels
won’t you come out tonight
one for the teenage doom sayers
won’t you come out tonight
the fix re-imagined everyone came clean
at the crow widow contaminating the scene
daughters, generals and sovereigns
won’t you come out tonight
rioters, geologist and translators
won’t you come out tonight
she held the position for several years
blessings and cursings in the emperors tears
dancers, musicians and singers
won’t you come out tonight
sweetest love of the beautiful world
won’t you come out tonight
won’t you come out tonight
I am lost without you staring into the fire
burn the red barn down
the moon shines brighter, and brighter,
and brighter, and brighter
he misses the target falls into the pit
they order his retirement he thinks the better of it
buffalo gals and all you other animals
won’t you come out tonight
you will be cleared of any wrongdoing
won’t you come out tonight
come out tonight come out tonight
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10. |
The Last Thursday
03:49
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I will come back to you
if you’ll only wait for me
down at our favorite park
under magnolia trees
where I gave you a two headed rose
in the shape of infinity
say that you’ll wait for me on the last Thursday
we could go anywhere
we could do anything
leave our hand prints on the wall
pretend we’re king and queen
I’ll send machines up to the clouds
to stop the clocks and the rain
say that you’ll wait for me on the last Thursday
we only appear and disappear
pull the strings of what used to be
say that you’ll wait for me on the last Thursday
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I folded the stars on a planet of mystery
made payments in cash implemented history
the asylum was closed turned into a school
she stole all the diamonds then poisoned the fool
he arrive by a train to announce a big fire
sang songs for a witch with a china white choir
he wrote several books built hotels and convents
beetles crawled the walls hissing repent repent
the church by the sea burned down in the spring
she swallows black liquor and disguises her wings
the bare eyed honey eater thirty miles high
pulled down in the dawn descended from a dark sky
she was raised to honor her mother and father
she has a strong hand on the crimes of the other
down in Brazil there is a species of moth
that can dematerialize into a man of the cloth
he was banned for scandal brutal and wild
we only just begun to be unreconciled
adjustments abandoned he’s a troublemaker
this coward will be brought to meet his holy maker
oh humanity and all it good intentions
get out of there and love is all he never mentions
by the time we got there I guess it was the end
walk high above the world until you start to descend
she is the last frontier the desire for truth
her skin powder white white persistent youth
all the flowers of the field all the white pigeons
from Hiddensee Island you wrapped in silk ribbon
delta poets write logic equations
bring pale blue racime to every occasion
the aura forms and you appear
the white rose of your heralds every year
built monuments that will bear your name
source codes and engines all do the same
she is a girl in possession she is a kiss on a ship
she is the last big thing she is right on the lips
she is magic, murder, she is the weather
she is light pouring out she is a dream of a feather
she is chemical she is silver and she is lead
she is erotic she is where angels fear to tread
she is daughter of Isis she is theological
she is fearless she is mythological
she is expanding she is dream time
she is suspended she is holy sublime
sorrows like sea billows roll
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Don Chambers Athens, Georgia
Don Chambers is a musician and artist living in Athens, Ga
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