1. |
Pest Coast
02:37
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I’ve had enough
I’m moving away
away from the coast
and drilling holes
in all my boats
burn the ropes
they’re never gonna sink me now
on dry land
been gearing up
to settle down
and lay some roots
I don’t know how
to work this plow
the instructions are in Japanese
under my liver’s grave
I buried that astrolabe
can’t navigate
where stars keep their
declination
I do declare
that I miss
miss the sea air
and I don’t think seagulls would care
if I cave
that I caved
when I cave
that I caved
in a month
seven months
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2. |
Feelings
02:51
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I can no longer take your broadsides
the broadest sides were always yours
I can no longer stow your baggage
that’s why it's on the figurative stoop
not every thought is a proverb
not every proverb is true
not every truth has a feeling
not every feeling is good for you
I can no longer feed your ego
I’m all out of ego food
I can no longer steal your cable
your Wi-Fi password is way too rude
we can talk about it now
talk until we’re blue in the face
the bluest dace is always death
and death becomes the human race
we can talk about it more
on and on et infinitum
and yes you finally wore me down
but tomorrow we will do it again
not every fight is a problem
not every problem is bad
everything’s worse in the evenings
so say goodnight and let’s go to bed
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3. |
JB-3011
03:12
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I made a metal friend
I met them at the park
waiting for a bus
they helped me with my arm
I helped them with their rust
gigantic memory
they offered it to hold
my entire load
was burdensome to me
we split it perfectly
organic friendship
my automaton
turbo compassion
automatic fun
so we dressed up
and partied down
they knew us all ‘round town
JB-3011
JB-3K11
we summered by the sea
and sat
and sunned
and talked
and fought
and fell in love
with what we found
returned to find a message on the door
in dotted matrix- never never
not another sentimental rock song
from another temperamental rock star
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4. |
Promises
04:12
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promises
little promises
made of promises
made in vane
when you make a promise
you gotta do it right
who cares you lover’s friends are lame
you gotta put those clothes on anyway
you gave them your word now
or when you keep a secret
you gotta keep those lips shut tight
if you spill that juicy piece of news
you better hope the same don’t pass for you
it probably has now
a lie is told
to itself unknown
needing only time
to reveal itself
and you as foolish
promises
reveal themselves
and you as foolish
I will not hurt you
this I could not do
I understood you
you have the whole truth
we say forever
how long could that be
we say we’ll never
how hard could that be
fall for it over again
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5. |
Films Étranges
03:12
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watch a movie
and divide all your thoughts
a foreign movie
completely circular plot
films étrange
ils ont beaucoup pure moi
la plus amusant
on peut avoir à la maison
a little different
but profoundly the same
I know these people
but I can’t say their names
la vrai vie
elle n’a rien for me
but on TV
I see what I can’t see before
I just can’t do it, Marty
es ist zu swehr fur mich
et tout est bruyant et null
I just can’t party
depuis tu me partis
so I just won’t party
donc je ne fete jamais
credits rolling
and the sun starts to shine
movie’s over
guess I could go outside
I see me
in my black TV screen
get on my feet
and put another movie on
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6. |
L'Americano
03:57
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they say that we’re cold hearted
this shit I can’t deny
if our mercury was lower
I’d drink that water fine
a typhoon of emotion
a sewercrat of love
all the same
we wrote your favorite songs
all your favorite tunes
and karaoke’d them to outer space
Mexican breeze of the west
Canada geese headed south
and I’m thinking in a circle again
parse it out, knock all your friends up
with you pregnant pause
ahoy? Ahoy-hoy
every time I close the file
I don’t know how
a breeze comes down
and blows my papers
all around
again with the files
Mexico, please not again
Canada goose in my mouth
I’m tweaking and I want to come home
cut it out, hit all your friends up
with your random calls
ahoy? Ahoy-hoy
your heart is fickle
but you still have to choose
cause nothing is that far off
not really bitter
but a little confused
cause everyone’s mad at us
your heart is fickle
but you still have to choose
cause nothing’s lock
so close your eyes
and press that plunger
gonna blow it up
I will do it if you do it
I will stay home if you don’t
won’t be too tough
they can’t use that ammunition
if we all go out at once
run up that rampart like there’s nothing to loose
I’ll wear my sombrero if you wear your tap shoes
it’s just a little flash
you won’t even hear the boom
all the same
it’ll happen either way
gotta let them know
it’s less fun if you take your ball back home
alone
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7. |
Breakup Song
02:13
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I had a breakup
and it was really bad
got all kinds of caught up
in the times that we had
it was really terrible
but now not so bad
I’m gonna think about it
wanna talk about it
guerrilla raided
by an intrusive thought
round up the rabble
souvenirs in a box
remembering everything
forgot where I was
I wanna thinking about it
gonna talk about it
all the time
but not all the time
only some of the time
but not all the time
partizan mutuals
a dog and a cat
a mother a brother
but especially dad
he thought I was taciturn
I thought he was rad
he threw that frisbee at me
I threw that frisbee at him
sing my breakup song
I had a breakup
and it was really bad
got all kinds of caught up
in the times that we had
it was really terrible
but now not so bad
I don’t wanna think about it
don’t wanna talk about it
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8. |
Captain's Log
04:06
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captain’s Log: seven weeks on the sea
the gulls and the cormorants come up
say hello
but i’m too drunk to parse their savage tongue
signifying nothing
they fly
between the sea and sky
splitting the horizon
one grey one white
just to be alone
supplement: I saw land, awful land
dark and gold and green and damp
I claim trees and sand
and as their king I sing the new anthem
it goes: chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi
down between the fleas and crabs
the sun concedes the globe again
purple embers cosmic stars
adrift again my brain is off
adrift again I go:
chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi
I need a breeze
where is that breeze
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9. |
Aching Beautiful
02:46
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pot of tea
dogeared leaf
underfoot
little sound
patiently
groups of three
aching beautiful now
by the window
stand and watch the clouds
hope a car comes down
who would get out
what would they be saying to you
washed in red lamp light
watch it fade away
in the tires’ wake
taillights gone
draw the curtains now
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