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Landslip
01:15
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Winter tides
Storms that undermine
Brine sloshing in the sea caves
Bert McConnell went out
His back door overlooking
The stretch of eternity to
Three Arch Rocks
And he was falling
Falling with his two feet on the ground
The earth was plunging
Landslip
Bert felt the drop in his balls
Crushing eternity and redwoods
Edith McConnell called out
But the back porch was a precipice
She heard a distant explosion
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Skylight
02:12
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Instrumental
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We Were Dialed In
02:09
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Queued up
We filed in
Double doors
Astounding
He learned it
The news riled him
Concentration
We were dialed in
Pink sailboats on the dingy bay
Bobbing on swells
Floaters and buoys by the rail
Rotters and those boys on your trail
We’ll make five knots or we’re dead
Get your head dialed on
Belly up
On a stage
Sondheim was all the rage
Choreographed
From out of state
A neglected path
To second-rate
Doors swung open
We filed in
We were dialed in
The opinion pages are atrocious
Out to lunch in the seat of reason
Bloodhounds and boys like roaches
Survive the bomb to hunt another season
We were in fact dialed in
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4. |
The Hoffmann Handicap
00:53
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Must have gotten it from the
Other side of the family
Vaulting the tennis balls over
The top of the chain link fence
“You better not do that again”
But the child sent it skyward
Revealed the Hoffmann handicap
And that’s when I know
You were the uncoachable
No part of you
No pawn of gridiron dictators
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5. |
Riprap Trap
01:08
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Try to make it up with gravel
Or use jigsaw rocks
Fifty pounds each
Laid on the beach
Seek to buffer all the ocean swells
With derelict Model Ts
With engine blocks
See the sea hiss in
On the double watch it boil
And there’s no end of trouble
Rips out all the rap
You’ve stepped into the trap
Keep on dumping pounds by the millions
There’s no buffering the swells
Ocean mansion gone to hell
See the waves bearing
Trees like battering rams
Listen to the seas
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Metaphysical Twilight
00:38
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I heard a soft whirr
A hum at the window
Out of the whirr
Came a light
A bright light
And out of the light
Hummed a voice
A sere voice
And it said
And it said
“Look into the devil’s sweet room
See the scream that grew wings
Become the Orb Treader
Collect for yourself
An expensive shower
Of useless trinkets”
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Tell John
It’s not gonna stick on me
I didn’t realize
This conversation was approved
Sixteen years
You know that can’t be right
Explain it tomorrow morning
“On a Philadelphia patio
If he gets here
We’re going to Everest that”
Shut up
It’s not gonna stick on me
Shut up
I’m not your brother
For trying to sue someone
I get a little rip
I showed up the other day
Tell John
It’s not gonna stick on me
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Shrinking of the longshanks
Shirking responsibilities
Let’s kick off early and have a drink
The old men are young again
We’re not talking Kick-the-Can
But we’ll step away from the Oldsmobile sedan
Take baby steps in an amoral land
The old men are young again
Sanity revolving
Slowly resolving
Emerging from a 40-year fog
To meet the youth
So uncouth
And devoid of practical experience
Lost my access to double-A RP
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Running around and carrying on
The old men must be young again
Not the result of a madman serum
Not really any practical reason to fear them
But their wild eyes inspire frantic unreason
The old men are young again
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Woke up hot
Sandpaper tongue
Hanging the head
On next to bottom rung
I need to change some things
Time to make some tweaks
My life needs an adjustment
I need to change some things
Another glass awaits
Possibilities are abundant
Arby’s roast beef
Plastered to my face
Of memories
I sense no trace
I need to make some changes
Go to sleep
Cinderblock head
With a lolling tongue
And piss in the bed
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10. |
Watery Graves
01:36
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Teardrops for all we’ve lost
Gazing eyes
Like watery graves
And sighs
We can only shrug at the tides
For what man or woman
Can stop them
Wells gone dry like
Watery graves
A wheelbarrow of gravel
Can’t heal the land
Or restore the sand
Which lies in watery graves
Last rites
Last night
The captain was quite a sight
In watery graves
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Flavisol
00:47
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Stepping into the cloak of Flavisol
Was my finest role
But it took a toll
Prancing merrily up a trap door
Is the memory’s core
Such a colossal bore
Tempestuously berating my critics’
Algorithmic analytics
Making up the shortfall in stints
Taking up the scepter of Flavisol
Was my final role
A script that I stole
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12. |
The Royal They
01:08
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We are not included
We were not invited to
Windfalls redirected
By the royal They
Agape on the sidelines
Not interacting but
Watching the heist unfold
In broad daylight
Buttered up
Dressed down
Monied up and lobbied hard
By the royal They
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Mellow Tattoo
01:32
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On a slow summer’s day
In Fort Lauderdale
Ass end of July
Down to my last $150
Iced beer buckets
Flip-flops worn through
Staring at the sun
Failing to comprehend
What a waitress just told me
(I absconded with the gratuity)
Slouched into the shady parlor
I asked for a mellow tattoo
A sun in descent
Grass skirt and coconut bra
A shade of hues
And every person who saw it
Said
Hey bro
That’s a mellow tattoo
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14. |
New Nosferatu Teeth
00:56
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Candytown beckoned blues
Tommy lit the fuse
Threw the curtains back
He knows not what to choose
Just as sharp as chisels
All his denials fizzled
Overbite and piercing sheath
New nosferatu teeth
Take me out to Croglin Grange
My family will arrange
To pierce traditional tombs
Colorful reds are on the loom
Let’s find a quiet spot
To air our grievances
A question of to be or not
We can’t tell what she says
Candytown lies in ruins
Tommy blown to smithereens
Flames climbing up the curtains
Ain’t no choices left to choose
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Haircut Budget
02:01
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Do we have 25 beans
In the haircut budget?
I need a trim
A shape
A buzz
An opportunity to save
When I make my haircut budget
Go number two
On the sides
Up to that point
Above that take off nothing
Do a little more
To a little part
Make it wider
For the haircut budget
Assuming I make
My haircut budget
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16. |
Ode To Danny Wonderful
02:30
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I’ll be the mustache
You be the beard
They’ll tear the fucking tongue
Out of your head
“They’ll tear the tongue out of the beard”
Exclaimed Danny Wonderful
We go to parties
We go to events
We light the goddam red carpet aflame
Shine in your eyes
Don’t they have a fire extinguisher
You bet your ass they don’t
So open your throat
Expel an oath
To the most
Scintillating personality
Who exists upon this earth
Danny Wonderful
Called his boss in for a meeting
And he said
“You’re fucking fired”
He’s Danny Wonderful
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17. |
Build One Out Of Words
01:58
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Not to hit you
In the heart
Nor the muscle
But in the sinew
And in the ribs
A working man’s anatomy
Teased into a musical line
And in so being
Goes indirectly
Through the heart
To the spine and
To the mind
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What about your beard?
I’m not letting it go
Not gonna shave before the show
Will you change your eyes?
Don’t ask me yet
Everything you say sounds like a threat
Surely we will dance in a trance
The dance of doubling your chances
What is it you feared?
What was it the tarot volunteered?
Was your fortune auspicious?
Are your mental patterns judicious?
What of the pants?
I’ll gird them to myself
With absolutely no preparation first
What was it the tarot volunteered?
That can’t be your tie
It's done up in a bow
What is you feared?
So now you ask
Why can’t I be normal
In a trance
Surely we will dance in a trance
The dance of doubling your chances
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