1. |
Clean Gun
05:26
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Lets see how far we can push
Lets open the gate
create a pressure
blow the lid off
strength is a bedtime story
locked with key
cursed to try over and over
like a sickening loop
Hatfield and McCoy
WAKE THE FUCK UP
ARM YOURSELF TO THE TEETH
MAKE RUIN OF THEM ALL
IN YOUR WAKE
Armed to fuck up
let my falling lids set the tone
I'm still tucked in by...
lullaby's sung in discordant tones
The groan will never cease
It will rise and fall
It will amble on until every piece is reached
Until every NO is a nod
Until you shut your mouth
& Choke on it
Fuck, at least I tried
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2. |
BLVDMSK
03:48
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It took me back
& bent me out
Nights of fever
$ wrangling the fox
In masks of blood
We drink the moon
In masks of blood
We share our wounds
Dread & Day & Dusk
3 men in a tub
Commingling, scheming together
The stars made their deals
& shook hands in dark
As we locked eyes over spires of spirits
We left our litter behind
Its always a bubble
Cast up by the Imp
Hands Rubbing...
Setting sail on a ship in a bottle
The last year has been tremendously insane
Sucked into the darkness like a moth drawn into flame
Consuming only liquids, poison flows throughout my veins
Plagued by thoughts of stagnancy, imprisoned in my brain
You could say this is my 1/4 life crisis
Trying to leave a track behind but all I leave is light skids
Analyzing circumstance I'll cut it up in slices
I've been bad so long I think that I forgot what nice is
wherever we went there was fire
Constructing white lies by using verbal spices
The longing lies deep
in ancestral gene splices
sometimes I think that's what life is...
A series of torture devices
and jars with tight lids
On a planet full of lost kids
Spending their last dime on a sack full of shit lies
Setting sail on a ship in a bottle
On the mantle of the trickster god
We never cease to piss out those flames
$ writhe in the ashes...
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3. |
Manticore
05:56
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That cunt
She lined them up
$ gleaned their souls
Took small pieces
So the puzzles wouldn't make
Collecting first loves
$ keeping the light out
By plugging the whole
AND THE EYES CLOSE
UNTIL TOMORROW
Creating man
In your image
Birthing them back
Nude and hungry
Full of lust and hatred
The eyes get wide then
For a time...
And it passes
Setting out for the eyes
To get wide
And we cry $ fuck
$ the eyes narrow and we fold up into social origami
And we scream
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4. |
The Red Ale
05:50
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You fuck
You hope I'm here
I make your mistake tick
I even your flow dick
I am your embassy
For now
I solder your joints
Cut the shit
impeccable size and strength
Tenacious resistance
They clung to the sleeves of soil
The arteries they formed, creeping
Highways of nutrients
cascading, filtering, a waterfall jackass
Lazy movement
The sun refracted into earth
Here comes the storm
Capsized $ then some
I check your marks
Point out the sharks
I flow daily
I carry the weight
I am the ship, midst sinking ships
I make this all work
The sulfur becomes mature
Knowing, knowing
Not thinking
Heavy like tits with milk
The fire of the earth
Staining water as blood
Green mittens touching air
Poultice of sweet thick aroma
Aroma with weight
Spheres of humidity
Immersed you mittens gelatinize
Like so much aspic
Implying musculature
Yet born of fiber are you
Common fuel
Archaic fuel
Contribute these attributes
Commonality, birthright, first drug
Commingle with fungi
Kingdom of singular influence
$ Godflesh
Chemical processal resemblance
Biologial inability to exhale
Bubble free of breath
Drop your lees
Commingle please
Benefit my disease
Do so with ease
In small quantity
Embrace your reincarnation
Without causing cancer
Sick Fuck
Motherfucker
Fuck you
Fucking Bitch Cunt
sick fuck
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5. |
Fat 50
04:42
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This may be the first time
I pen from a deep well
The storm has quieted
But its wreckage sealed in amber
For us to look back on
You were my big brother
Our memories were only ours
We were the only ones there
I was always in your shadow
Though through the years
We drifted apart
You always had a place
Saved deep in my heart
I will never forget the bone chill
The ear ringing silence
The wide eyed disbelief
$ that 36 hour stiff armed drive back home
Just in time for that sorrowful procession of loved ones
I tucked in, that feather
to help carry you away
We all sat in silence
Most of the time
To face this reality
None had the strength inside
I wish that you could meet my daughter
And you could watch our daughters play together
And we could share food and drink
And memories that were only ours
But now dreams can be our only meeting place
Inside of our hearts and minds
We will pass down your memory
That you may always survive
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6. |
Piss The Whiskey Out
06:24
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Ive been here before
On this page
In these lines
I've penned myself into this story
Time $ Time
To climb into their shadows
Dust of dead, great men
To smoke, what they smoked
To drink, what they drank
Chasing death on the back of a hellhound
Leaving a trail of crumpled notes behind
The ghosts leave a glimmer in the eye
Until you piss the whiskey out
Scavenge and Pilfer
The smouldering pile of crumpled notes
Of those before
Dig in the ash $ leave
The prints on your paper
Leave the mark on your sons and daughters
Etch their words on your grave
Ive been here before, on this page
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7. |
Ain't No Candy
05:22
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Everything tastes like smoke
Beelike amber
Engulfs its cold boulder
Softens its taste
It sweats in there
Lets its water go
Rolls around with spit
When it goes
Back and down
It gives to me
Its chills
Little fat boy
Chuckle
Pays the gas bill
Makes the seeing
Shiver
And shakes the rope
Down my back
Weaves that quilt
of dreams
Full of cigarette holes
$ tucks me in for sleep
At last...
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8. |
Gloved Hands
07:02
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I hear the coffins close
With the fall of the rain
The masks wont save us
Our elders beckon us to the crypt
As the lessons they taught us become echos
They will be shadows
Moths to the flame
Left behind
Calculated fodder
Lungs capsize
They never learned
Arrogant and dismissive
Never humble to the microcosm
The blind survive
Await the next war
Touch one another with gloved hands
And use memes to sort through memory
A wiped ass is the pinnacle
A means to wipe ass is key
A good night kiss from a hologram
Love will set us free
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