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Caught like a butterfly, soul trapped on all sides
swallowtail eyes die to a silent beat
Her future feet bring to life making war with the sidewalk
to catch that chocolate white whale
That could swallow all the children with their fishbowl heads
and their bell clear voices that remind us we ain't
dead yet inside, keep those eyes open wide
Paper sky eye
beam on down
so indifferent to our house found
once again by the axemen
chop chop, chop-chop-choppin'
thinking our trees are their prison bars
Left looked, scene unsteady screened screen eddies
fly pixel flashes blue dream on her glassy friend gaze
or flitting flirt
fleeting word fleets fast freckle Victrola horn vortex
contour of silence spun round
till her eyes signal fire flower cheeks
Sandy stone hands
hold the world
tremblin' up high still
deaf as a paycheck
when splashed by the sounds
of those who just, just forgot themselves
thinking our eyes are their prison bars
Amanda standing in the Jacarandas
won't you make those sharp clouds cry?
Choked like a bow-tie but still asking why
your body's in the blender of a modern fender bent
dream drawn defense where the pavements always warm
and the insects don't swarm for fear of that storm
that could swallow all the children with their fishbowl heads
and their bell clear voices that remind us
we ain't dead yet inside, keep those-
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2. |
And Then We Looked Down
02:44
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Eyes open, I's open, night last
we, skin roll on waves a membrane for the liquids
a lover to caress those fleshy sand hands
what's below?
don't we know?
if we're one with them?
there are no other frames
pulling us
just this rush
the rush (night, last)
the rush
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3. |
Through Plate Glass
04:05
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Foreign hands, or foreign lands
for-in stands an i-mage that is not the m-age
maze, amaze me
Unearthed earth, dreaming again of your birth
exhale, inhale, repeat without fail
the shifting fields of taunting time
will grow indifferent to your squirming on the lines
as they did before
They took little Lithe and Lady Mondegreen
the saddest things are shivered not called out in screams (on screens)
Conversation stumbles, fallen leaves us strangers to the eye
stranger to the I these leaves upon the wind
when taking leave of branches grown apart from the start
NOW I! will never sleep a child again beneath my fathers eyes
THAT TIME! is paths that stretch above a grasp into the haze
PLATE GLASS! will thoughts that separate last beyond the...?
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4. |
River Valley
04:48
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I was shoved out of a dream that felt like a river valley
me was told this world got no room for ya dilly dally
One eye a Krishna and one eye an alley fight me was beheld
if he was in my shirt then he'd be the one repelled by
Old man says 'I'm calling the guns for to protect me'
from having to see past the veil of your alien ambiguity
'Cause values are hard to stick to when they clash with the animal you
and the eyes outside your tribe don't count for much if you're still a rough draft
and see me as
projections of your, misguided mythologies
those images that don't get at
the I in the me
the I in the me
the sky in the tree
the sky in the tree
the eye set free
where the sky meets sea
I dove into my waters seeking the I in
Me was the bass clef hard pressed to keep up with the I's treble pace
Gracefully woven patterns in my deepest lakes space
underwater afternoon unwash my mind
Our head world has entangled itself in a net of feedback loops
jangled like a fountainhead thought that has to answer to the troupes
Of third generation musings that lost themselves tryin'
to study the stork and wonderin' how they fit into
the search to see
that inner sea, blow over by the wind
Blood looks to itself to keep warm but them, them, they don't see
the limb behind the blossom it's just socks under the microscope
it's just the robe of Jesus
lies suppose nothing can free us
so truth for time, cause a chair don't sit in itself
and dots for lines, cause that's close enough
if it takes too many ticks for those
images that get to the heart of
the I in the me
the I in the me
the sky in the tree
the sky in the tree
the eye set free
where the sky meets sea
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5. |
Two Shades Blue
05:58
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She smiles and says that we are out of silver nickles
whispers endearment to my ears doors their timbers tickled
As they are on a fire-cheek day faraway that sees us as clouds kissing
till you leave as a mist and leave me missing
those simple nights of
Taking off our clothes just so we could put them back on
dancing drunk on our love all coordination gone
While brass chairs leak instead of keeping their time
She smiles and says that I was her love in a past life
moments with her make for odd-dove brushstrokes on a sundial canvas
As they are in a fire-cheek dream of torn seems when it sees us as clouds kissing
then you leave as a mist and leave me missing
those messy nights of
Hot drinks and big ideas but we still shivered like
two animals small caught wandering in the copper cold past
Where rests now my autumn cousin?
two shades blue are minded of him
wander through the walls of bodies
spliced they have no spice of life
no skin roll on waves
when their fibers have all dried
Brushstrokes brushstrokes, must-strokes paint my eyes?
Our peach cartoon will laugh at their fading skies
Brushstrokes brushstrokes, must-strokes stroke and stoke
A flame that burns all cheeks
And leave our old wrinkled brass peep shows
dripping sadly down my favorite worn saddle
badly addled from its' madly battles
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6. |
Rainbow Vein Statues
04:20
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Storm clouds roll in again
towing their flashing din
and every drop is a shifting mask
in our momentary cask
that leaves whispers of lives to pass
He lost his mind to rocks
you can hear in how he talks
now he regards me as a spy
you can tell by the look in his eye
when he sees the camera in my
hand from taking pictures of the...
no cat and no damn cradle
and daddy used ta beat 'em with a ladle
'bloom red jets and call all bets off!
shouts a steel barker
Rainbow vein statues
are they vain statues?
all statues melt in the rain
back to where they came from
it's just a darkened glass
is it a childhood photo past or
the prophecies of tomorrow
City breath but leave (believe)
a breath or two for me
sea rise and sun-sick as they
keep on coming with those bricks all day
chanting as they bang their sticks
'ahh now when the masks come off
you know I'll get mine'
sea of arms and stray blows melting
into another animal time
Foamy teeth and eyes slit narrow
dead tree rain could drown a pharaoh
The patterns that are shaping us
are shifting outward in a rush
time flies where'd ya get them wings?
space monkeys where'd ya get them stings?
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8. |
Shimenawa
05:37
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I didn't ask to be a traveling salesman
Or run clone factory for shadows no can stand
My head was filled with buzzings from some outside source
The noise was deafening as bees flew from my pores
I never asked to carry bag of leaden bones
or put out skull-fire that smokes with narrow thirsts
I didn't ask to be a traveling salesman
I guess I'm happy to just
catch catch as
catch catch as
as as caaaaan
Shimenawa...
I didn't need a figure arms of plastic hard
Or try to be a mirror of a well liked card
I didn't need someone to kill to keep me free
I step from circle to where
I I am
I I am
Sky as a song, legs swept along
wind brought the smell of voices lost
and they slice through your eye
like a cloud through the moon
a timid mother who hides
her halo too soon
From the sky was that clouds reply
after I inhaled the voice of a friend
Alight from dream, such pretty sigh
the water ebbs this way
From the sky was that clouds reply
after I inhaled the voice of a friend
A light from a stream, such a pretty scream
the wind blows this way
I didn't ask to be a traveling salesman
Or run clone factory for shadows no can stand
My head was filled with buzzings from some outside source
The noise was deafening as bees flew from my pores
I never asked to carry bag of leaden bones
or put out skull-fire that smokes with narrow thirsts
I didn't ask to be a traveling salesman
I guess I'm happy to just
catch catch as
catch catch as
as as caaaaan
Amaterasu...
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9. |
Silence Spun Round
05:29
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Amaterasu, you bring the night with you
Unearthed earth, slide along space lines in time,
Now you, will never sleep a child again beneath your mothers eyes
And your time, is paths that stretch above a grasp into the haze
And that plate glass
will thoughts that separate last?
will thoughts that separate last?
will thoughts that separate last beyond the...?
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I was a lover out standing in the rain
impatient to inhale your soft perfume again
The lighting bugs burrow in my skin
And I remember a night you wore a teardrop tin
(I'm watching myself from the outside
I'm looking at)
Next I am a boy who flickers in fluorescent lights
Wondering why there are faces so uptight
With the a man who doesn't glance at the news
he simply paces and whistles out his blues
(I'm watching myself from the outside
I'm looking at)
This port is full of souls stuck waiting
Who are afraid to play a new game
Because rules always change
A mother sits with a child to her breast
The coffee in her hand she sets to rest
Skyline yawns and kisses circles 'neath her eyes
And hundreds of people touchdown on the rise
(I'm watching myself from the inside
I'm being seen)
I wipe a tear and catch a whiff of my perfume
and think of strong arms to hold me soon
If I look long enough It's true that I can see
the child in that mothers arms is me
(I'm watching myself from the inside
I'm being seen)
I let my mind wander, I let my mind wander
and I begin to see, the truth in things not me
I let go of me, I let go of me
and let things be, what they will be, vision is free
I am a lover out standing in the rain
impatient to inhale your soft perfume again
The lighting bugs burrow in my skin
And I remember a night you wore a teardrop tin
(I was watching myself from the outside
I was looking at)
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11. |
Through The Snow
05:18
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My brother and me, we walk through this desert,
this desert of snow, that eats at us
but waters our trust, as we walk on
The strangers we see are reflections in our eyes
because we don't know what they carry, beneath the surface
or so we think
A girl came to me, out of the night sky
she cast off her diamonds to hold to my eye
a human kaleidoscope
she said:
"no matter our color, or flash
we are only flesh, blood, and the soul we build"
"our death is at hand" was our midlife lament
"as a species we've sent every signal we know"
and the patterns our hands make our hearts feign to break
and we swear we'd never do such things
but every life is leaf to be kissed by the sun
and fall back to the earth as seasons done
family tree you can grow but the wind it will blow
and winter will leave a few to walk through the snow
to walk sundials through the night again
as shades to all the places we've known
persisting patterns so hard to break through
sometimes wish that we could start anew
persisting patterns so hard to break through
sometimes wish that we could start anew
(sea-rise and sun-sick please don’t lay
another brick in my front yard)
life grows up, and life grow out
regret brings about such pretty foliage
(we skin roll on waves a membrane
for the liquids a lover still)
where rests now my constant autumn cousin
two shades sky are always minded of how
(I let my mind wander and I
see the truth in things not me and)
I was shoved out of a river valley
deep and wide the limb floated away on
(I let go of those trees for those
images that get to the heart of)
((strange how we're left searching, for what we are, already
strange how out of place, in our own homes, we are))
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12. |
River Valley
04:39
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I was shoved out of a dream that felt like a river valley
me was told this world got no room for ya dilly dally
one eye a Krishna and one eye an alley fight me was beheld
if he was in my shirt then he'd be the one repelled by
old man says 'I'm calling the guns for to protect me'
from having to see past the veil of your alien ambiguity
'cause values are hard to stick to when they clash with the animal you
and the eyes outside your tribe don't count for much if you're still a rough draft
and
see me as
projections of your, misguided mythologies
those images that don't get at
the I in the me
the I in the me
the sky in the tree
the sky in the tree
the eye set free
where the sky meets sea
I dove into my waters seeking the I in
me was the bass clef hard pressed to keep up with the I's treble pace
gracefully woven patterns in my deepest lakes space
underwater afternoon unwash my mind
our head world has entangled itself in a net of feedback loops
jangled like a fountainhead thought that has to answer to the troupes
of third generation musings that lost themselves tryin'
to study the stork and wonderin' how they fit into
the search to see
that inner sea, blow over by the wind
blood looks to itself to keep warm but them,
them they don't see
the limb behind the blossom it's just socks under the microscope
it's just the robe of Jesus
lies suppose nothing can free us
so truth for time, cause a chair don't sit in itself
and dots for lines, cause that's close enough
if it takes too many ticks for those
images that get to the heart of
the I in the me
the I in the me
the sky in the tree
the sky in the tree
the eye set free
where the sky meets sea
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13. |
Two Shades Blue
06:03
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