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Driven
05:46
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Struck out for the capital, but couldn't find a high road
borne by a silty of a shoal, saw some people that I know
Though I never had a grudge to hold,
though I never could come in from the cold,
I held out hope to reach an atoll,
to go further afloat to steady my roll
They said you gotta pick & choose your fights,
but it was more like starting them in your own right,
where before we were sustained,
they said you can't be drinking the rain,
cause it's pure as the driven snow
pure as the driven snow
it's as pure as driven snow
but it was driven some while ago
& you know we've got to look out for our own,
even if it means the end of the road,
We know you're gonna go it alone,
but we're gonna build a dam and a series of holes
& try our best to control
the frenzy that's sure to unfold
upheld by a break in the tow
unriven when all is told
It was nothing if it wasn't succinct,
but it may prove much longer than you think,
hearken back to us in your thirst,
let a drop fall in your mirth,
though we've stopped a river to flow,
& covered years of what's come before,
the rocks will make their way to the shore,
& the floods will seethe once more,
pure as the driven snow
fierce as was ever known
inherently in store
to upwell beyond the lore
to chisel by matter of course
pure as the driven snow
with new confines to behold
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2. |
Midway Shuffle
04:22
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Rushing in with your saws to beat the deadline,
bringing in one last haul,
foraging through the last of its kind
No cat was ever so besotted as to leave tracks like that,
just following orders, popping Dilaudid,
& hacking patches fraught with samizdat
Went & slash & burned it all with a clearcut resolve
First hand was your only school—
Only type of accord is an orphaned off ward,
twisting the rope or tempering the sword,
knocking rocks off the divide,
sleeping on the roof of a washed out ford
Come on home to a place you've never known!
Stepping out of the doghouse a little uneasily,
dragging your catch of bluefin & helicopter debris
We could've swapped stories, you & me,
instead of musing on how to censure & force pleas
There used to be adventure on the seas,
untold leviathans beneath,
but who accepts intentionality?
Every man is a poacher,
& every woman was always true
Our problems aren't upon us,
they are in us through & through
Tunnel under & crawl!
I'll meet you midway at the Crooked Barrel stall!
You'll have more fun with chump change
than you'll have at the ball!
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3. |
Arabel
04:11
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4. |
The Bellwether Din
04:20
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the lights at the dock shine up from below
come on make haste to the downstream shore
it's crystal clear above & used to be my home
all the way across....
the dismay of a dark horse....
the barges just drift by with no chance of recourse
done drilling collapsing ground
we sail on floating doors....
the warden's in the water, come on have another
we'll try and break yr fall
we'll always be there for you
sending you courage from out beyond the walls
come on, come in, we've been waiting
behind the fence in yr backyard
you oughtta see the things I've been pulling up
like something's afoot that we can't help but push
subterfuge wrought by the mind of a child
the rats all hopped freighters
and the cats returned to the wild
it's just mortar in the altar
we'll bless you when you falter
don't hesitate to call
we'll make certain that the tides will turn
golden that the sun will burn
yr dollars worth nothing at all
come on, come in, we've been waiting
behind the fence in yr backyard
there's nary a face shorn of disgrace
we'll always hover above all of this waste
born on the clear day's flood of nought & '22
& rafted to the bay in half an ostrich egg
like whatever's written in that faded tattoo
our rules are in the spin of chaos and deluge
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5. |
Taking the Air
04:20
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said best displayed less concealed
in the veld at the end of the reel
but I got a desperate pitch for a crooked deal
same old foray for a brand new feel
you might be laying low, but you're still getting rolled
horizon's holding forth enticing you to go
clipping the heels of triumph
silver don't account for much
fighting to breathe to sit to rust
crumbling nails cold to the touch
c'mon leave yr hat on, there's no time to be coy
I can hear the rest departing & I was just getting started
crashing through the gates of an abandoned state
the waiting's getting to me
yeah sure I'll return to my seat—
be dealt my last reprieve for a hackneyed mutiny
taking off my skin
something like akin
to just taking the air
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6. |
Barnstorm
04:28
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There was a fire in the barn
and now it's time to go away
Our neighbors never fall asleep
but we'd've spared them anyway
The fire's spreading to the town
there's nowhere left to run away
and we must gather all our things
it's bound to follow wishes made
Where do the lines of our boundaries go
dislodged by seldom nights alone
A few sheets to the wind is still dry as bone
betraying signs of abandoning hope
It keeps repeating the same way
I wake composed and lay down frayed
& we must never fall asleep
there is a fortune to be made
We used to go another way
but shortcuts soon became a plain
Our forms would disappear and change
but who's to say what has remained
How does the psalm of the quandaries go
Diminished and rote inhabiting roles
but what you condemn and what you condone
intentions bereft of immaculate homes
Now I'm getting old and grey
but I'm still hoping that one day
I'll come across my one true love
and he'll look at me and say
My love it's time to go away
cause there is nowhere left to stay
Our neighbors borrowed all our sleep
and now this debt they will repay
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7. |
b
04:40
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He's just a little child, but I'm not comin back in from the wild. I'm not a figure of time, I'm a figment of light. I'm not a man, I'm dyna....
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8. |
Talking with the Wind
05:17
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Friends are all gone, just acquaintances here
Mudlarks tarry on the doorsteps, crows just bark as they leer
Air swoops to whistle through the courtyards
Memories coagulate and return to shards
Fleet-footed through interstices in the beams,
spurned to infer with minimal means
Newspapers cover the walls from before anybody left around was born
The world has started creeping back up through the floor
never needing reasons to carry on for. . . .
Somebody broke in in the middle of the night
& fixed the dilapidated grandfather clock
Altered symbols and chimes to undulate & rhyme,
& now a countenance follows you walk
The patrons sit around & brood back to the past,
picking all the winners that slipped from their grasp
It's impossible to talk as organs knock & grind,
unheard of birds emerging from inside
Even if I've held out & run up a tab,
don't always gotta want what we can never have
But maybe I'm drinking alone,
maybe I've offended &'ve yet to atone
There's always someone waiting to lob the first stone,
shrines to the sun transferred to bone. . . .
Ain't got nothing that's top of the line anymore,
was just this morning that you went & drove it home from the store
Embroiled all yr time in speculation & scams,
in heightened sensitivity to others' demands
Like buzzards on the range cracking open tin cans,
home cooked stew shipped from faraway lands
I think it's heavy water sold at that roadside stand
Anything of value slips into the wrong hands
But maybe I'm drinking alone,
maybe the bridge is drawn, but maybe it's blown
Maybe I got nowhere to go
maybe the only sin is just lying here prone. . . .
Well the commandant's never wandered through here before,
hell he doesn't even bother with a shirt anymore
With an escort of hookers lighting cigars,
what's left of his ranks pushing what's left of a car—
He's talking with the wind that lacks the words to explain
how it never needed bearings to get lost on its way
"This rum was born in the sky! I'm not getting in till the jeroboam is dry!"
Maybe we're drinking alone
Maybe everybody loses their home
Maybe we cast the first stone
just by asking to be born
When Hetch Hetchy's getting sprung we're gonna drive to the park,
coming over to the Tenderloin to pile in the car
The right headlight's dragging like a black dwarf,
the back wheel is wobbling & wandering aloof
Heading up to the hills gonna drop by the coast
There's a patriot's act that's inviting us home
A corrugated tin roof, convertible like a lean-to!
But maybe I'm drinking alone
while others are clamoring ascending their thrones
Maybe it's all overblown,
fissures that close the gaps into the unknown
Maybe everybody's supposed to get stoned,
but I'm just wandering on my own. . . .
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9. |
Long Tomorrow
06:55
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Kicked over the soapbox
let the cross be driven to spall
Scraping my legs on sacahuista
my love is without parallel
I got a secret that you never can tell
The front lines are overhead
We've eloped on a trainwreck
when morning sweeps in
With the rye catching flaking paint
soaked up the gutter on the interstate
I waited til you never came
We're going all the way home
where mosquitoes rain down in the storms
I'm gonna polish your car with the feldspar from under the yard
I'm gonna polish your heart with the light from a long dead numinous star
They're dredging up the river on another run
looking for evidence that'll never come,
Jesus walked the waters of the Rio Grande
He said you better not be makin no plans
cause her feet stay warm, walking where the mantle rises up from the core
A cabaret scent in a sloe gin wind, akimbo charms, but very slightly bent
Meet me where the cities turn back into towns
Meet me where the avalanches cascade down
Meet me where the storms burl 20 miles high
Meet me where the hurricanes twirl through the night
Meet me where the lightning assuages the sky
Meet me downtown like a forgotten breed
Meet me at the shipyard inventing yr creed
Meet me on the roof with a bottle of steam
Meet me on the net beneath the trapeze
Meet me where calumny is a trifle to the breeze
Meet me in the ditch rolling stolen wheels
Meet me where the steering's coming down to feel
Meet me where the streets buckle & keel
Meet me morning after they served you your last meal
Meet me where the the quarry is our only stele
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