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Visceral
02:29
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I can’t guess why no one accepted,
My invitation to the afterlife.
I assume an unfortunate position,
Behind the curtain of the daylight.
All my children in beautiful ritual,
Dancing the world away in heaven.
Eve sleeps easy in the Garden of Eden,
Truly I say to her, “Only love wins.”
Visceral,
Accident.
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2. |
Blue Green
03:27
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Keep it up,
The shells that you walk on won’t stay solid,
You’re not solid.
And when you break,
The yolk-yellow in you spills all over,
Golden showers.
I won’t be there,
But trust your instinct,
Good direction is fine direction.
Let it go,
The flow will accept you in her weather,
There forever warm.
When the lighting’s right,
A summer night,
In her big sky.
It’s ain’t easy being free.
When the pioneers had left their homes,
Just out of their cell was the coldest they had ever felt,
It ain’t easy being free, baby.
The billionaire had other plans when she walked out the door,
The reason for their third divorce:
It ain’t easy being poor.
When I came to in Anaheim in the bed of someone’s truck,
I knew I had to re-up,
It ain’t easy being stuck, stuck, stuck.
A soldier looked me in the eye, said, “You don’t have a clue,
“Boy, how could you be so naive?
“It ain’t easy being free.”
The architect pulled me aside to watch him as he drew,
Said, “You are kill you,
“It ain’t easy being true, true, true.”
When the lighting’s right,
A summer night,
In her blue green eyes.
Feel it now,
You love without question, no condition or expectation.
Let it go,
Surrender will place you in her flower,
There forever warm.
When the lighting’s right,
A summer night,
In her blue green eyes.
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3. |
Tommy Vercetti
03:03
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On the phone, in the air,
You light up the cathedral stairs,
You wore fleece, you had style,
A handle on the common trials.
Baby brother, I want to tune into your stereo.
Baby brother, draw them to edge and push them off.
Ta-da! Disappear.
I wonder if they knew you were here,
Would they laugh? Would they cry?
Would they even know if you were dead or alive?
Oh, boy, save it for the birds,
Waiting for the next hour to go on.
Oh, boy, save it for the birds,
Waiting, waiting, wait.
It was gold, there was cash,
Your city was a sea of laughs.
You had wit, you had swag,
The women in the back are ready to dance with my,
Baby brother, crowded by a thousand fans,
Baby brother, I wonder if you’ll ever see the light again.
Oh, boy, save it for the birds,
Waiting for the next hour to go on.
Oh, boy, save it for the birds,
Waiting for the next,
And you can hardly get it out,
But you will never get it back.
Oh, boy, save it for the birds,
Waiting for the next hour to go on.
Oh, boy, save it for the birds,
Waiting, waiting, wait.
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4. |
C-SPAN
02:54
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Fortune in the jaws of the kids,
Lining up to watch me sweat.
Got to try and get them in,
Got to go and cash that check.
Politician read politician write,
Politician scream politician fight.
Sit around a pyramid song,
Rap about the daily bread.
Name what friends are gone,
Focus on the good instead.
Come into my room, calibrate the use,
Be careful with the city-ice.
Step up to the ledge making eyes with the stress,
Notice who is getting high.
Politician read politician write,
They are as literate as a baby boy.
Politician scream politician fight,
It is as boring as a wet board.
It’s a distraction,
I am attracted to a distraction.
Wonder if I left you out,
Showed you no concern.
I wonder if I let you down,
Which of us would feel hurt?
Waiting for the game to be over in a day,
But I know it isn’t possible.
Waiting in the chamber of regret came a pet name,
For each and every one of her.
Politician read politician write,
They are as literate as a baby boy.
Politician scream politician fight,
It is as boring as a wet board.
It’s a distraction,
I am attracted to a distraction.
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5. |
Organ Broker
03:26
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Goodbye LA,
AM fog, Silverlake,
Here’s my plan,
To change:
Move into some borrowed home,
Twin hollow chicken bones,
I will birth,
3 ghosts.
I live an easy life,
I live an easy life when you’re half awake,
Every time I try to escape,
I live an easy life,
It’s such an easy life when you’re half awake,
Every time I try to escape I can. :)
Then my firstborn,
Falls through my kitchen door.
And he lays his teeth,
On the floor.
He hit black ice,
Stained-glass-yellow eyes.
Well I’m just glad you’re alright,
I’m just glad you’re alive.
I live an easy life,
It’s such an easy life when you’re half awake,
Every time I try to escape, babe,
I live an easy life,
It’s such an easy life when you’re half awake,
Every time I try to escape I can.
Feed my sleep debt.
Gasoline, cigarette.
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6. |
Robin in the Woods
02:17
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Laughter and disease: mood swing,
Each and every week,
I’m taking pains with great fatigue,
I’m taking on the enemy.
A desert in the heat: palm tree,
Up above the rush,
Worshiping the god of love,
Focused on the mantra.
Trust me I’m the only one.
Island in the Spring: pear tree,
How easily it yields,
Sugar for it’s brittle peel,
Aroma in it’s green leaves.
Karma at the beach: rope swing,
Distracted by the gleam,
Springing from your neighbors ring.
I miss the way you used to sing.
Trust me I’m the only one.
Please, Mary, you’re a robin in the woods,
How did you get so good?
You held me and I understood.
Trust me I’m the only one.
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7. |
Little Yellow Book
03:39
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Ha ha ha ha, Animal.
Autumn peeks her head out seeks a cold heart to keep her claws warm.
Synonyms and syntax are now all that he can focus on.
I saw him,
He don’t look so hot.
Teacher teaches nonsense and now everybody knows it.
Mascot in the back lot makes a clown face as he wears it.
He’s bored as he shaves his head.
Little yellow book,
A broadcast of the ageless and a million real mistakes.
Sun fish on a hook,
Filtering the pages of attachment and it’s ache.
Poems from the East,
Suffering in the eyes inside the mirror at the sink.
Ha ha ha ha, Animal.
Twilight slips, a nightside, takes a dose of golden nicotine.
Earshot out of eyesight, keeps a loose leash on his sanity.
He’s bored as he lays in bed.
Girlfriend makes him sleepwalk, takes in soma every half an hour.
Tries to keep him upright, tries to slow his wild roll-around.
As soon as she leaves he’s gone.
Scripture from East,
A picture of the animal destroying everything.
A farce to say the least,
Suffering in the eyes inside the mirror at the sink.
Joshua tree,
His misery is the kind that loves the company that it keeps.
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8. |
Attachment
03:56
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Let’s let drift our bodies in the wind,
Let’s celebrate our naked skin.
Deified and satisfied,
A planet we will leave behind.
The temperature and taste of your very first date,
Your smile in the salty breeze.
Behold! The sea.
The ocean holds your memories.
Baby’s turned blue and what is black must be true,
And this you hold as a rule.
Your passion has consumed itself,
And grown into a god.
Attachment is the nest, umbilical you are kept,
Beholden to a poison breast.
And there you feed your eager need,
To be the best.
But when somebody loves you,
Somebody wants to set you free.
Make history with me.
On a 6 lane highway I was born, I will die,
7 figures skate figure 8’s on the ice,
9 at night there is a tremor in my hand,
To play and sing like a 10-member band.
Make history with me.
Born as a ghost sewn into light,
A telephone without a line.
A gentle thing, a melody,
A blanket on the beach.
Chorus of fools, pour us a drink,
Spirit of the dark and deep.
Her voice is sweet, it comes to treat,
The fear in me.
But when somebody loves you,
Somebody wants to set you free.
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Moon Dial Seattle, Washington
Lead singer and songwriter Jon Atkin's "cerebral lyrics" and "open-faced jazz aches" commune with the stately, indie guitar rock mojo that is Moon Dial. In their fourth year as a group and with the creation of a fully crowd-funded debut album, the band continues to garner the attention of northwest music enthusiasts. ... more
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