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Instrumental
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They Call Me Swampy Rot
01:56
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I need to find her name
I might have to call her
It comes and goes like the tides
But that’s music
Yes hell I’m buzzed
Five beers in son
I could have been a diplomat
Or a lawyer at the very least
They call me Swampy Rot
Swampy Rot is my name
I do not know shame
Wearing those mudstained Converse and
Leaping from grass tuft to tuft
Finally stumbling and plunging
One feet deep into sucking mud
They called it “bog water”
They called it “snot daughter”
Swampy Rot
I need to taste the dream
I might have to sleep it
It ebbs and flows like the wind
But that’s how you choose it
Yes hell it’s a gas
A proverbial hoedown
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I went home for X-mas break
I read a moderately difficult book
I took a good amount of notes
I wrote down my thoughts with a hook
Organized the thesis
Summarized the diegesis
Got all my points in order
Considered myself the reporter
Practiced in front of the mirror
While dad shouts come down to dinner
Mastered all the plot twists
Perfected facial contortions
Got up in front of the class
Gave my talk as fragile as glass
American hero book report
And all were silent no hint of retort
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Take it in parcels
Understand the space
No one in our family
Comprehends what you’re up to
So try to telegraph intentions
And don’t fly off the handle
Take up your maps
And follow the routes
Of the valiant stratocruisers’
Relative scale
Tracing distance and progress
A dotted line cuts across topography
It hits you in the mind
To obviate tranquility
Sources are what we see on the horizon
Horses in their courses in support of Verizon
Because the corporate might looms
And the personal topples
Your petty dreams are crushed
Like drastic models
Ground to dust
And do what you must
Follow the route of the stratocruisers
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Invisible Technologies
01:54
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Imagine your third arm
Devise a new name
For your third arm’s direction
Tell people close by
You’re touching them with
Your third hand
This will be your invisible technology
While others employ
Drones they enjoy
Trade dumbhomes for smartloans
Essential financial dongle
Think up a process
Delineating ways in which
Your mind will grapple various tasks
Arrayed before you and
Listed plainly on the sheet
Deadlines close at hand
And check them with a red pen
When they’re done
But reminder chimes
Cut through the rhymes
Alerting the jobs that need doing
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Green Whale
02:21
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Don’t call me Ishmael
Don’t call anyone that
This isn’t that story
Get off the soapbox
So haphazardly erected on deck
Besides you’ll break your neck
Ocean as it is today
Things are almost over
And they’re nearing the end
You failed to note the
Going price of blubber
Of course
It’s to your advantage
You’re on the trail of your green whale
Green whale
Choked with flocculent glop
Mossified skin surface
Green whale
Breaking crest on the seaweed line
Fill up the sails now with
Buckets of busted wind
Green monster at the gunwale
Helmsman mind your trim
His chest became a cannon
And he shot out his heart
Steaming upon its mossy hide
Green whale
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Flower Myth
02:40
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Red bodied sky
Black seeds
Take to the wind
Beak diving bird
Softly telling me the
Flower myth
Blue dawn
Sky ledges
Nature inverted
We’re unprotected
As we fall into the
Flower myth
Crescent moon with
Flames and trees
Grown upon it
Black crescent
Falling parallel to
Diving death
Vault of nature
Built to a weird sky
Black and white ledges
Climbing with trees
Come with me
Let’s read the
Flower myth
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In the Creep Zone
01:43
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Lurk
Dark
Murk
Straight lines
90-degree angles
Plack
Knack
Snark
Curved perspectives
Limit invective
Put one foot in front of the other
Collect a bottle of sighs for your brothers
Look around
Breathe—
The trees are all dead
We’re skulking out
In the creep zone
Chapped
Narc
Dirt
Best scores
Lead to arrests
Creep
Knees
Bruises
Top chef
Flinching cheekbones
Put one foot in front of the other ...
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See the bosh artist
Get even more dead
He’s a raconteur
He’ll tell you all the stories ...
And I looked up
At the moon
But a shape loomed up
And the fingers took form
I saw the silhouette
Of Vince’s devil horns
I gazed of late
Across the skein of the crowd
To the parallel lines of the lights
And in the photon storm
I saw a demonic silhouette
Taking form
If you don’t believe it
You can go and get dead
Smoking up the backseat of
Your mommy’s cherry-red
Mazda Miata MX-5
When you’re blazed you gun the engine
It’s like screaming
So alive
And I looked up
At the moon
But a shape loomed up
And the fingers took form
I saw the silhouette
Of Vince’s devil horns
Eyes take on weight
Apprehending the now
Gazing near-sightless to the ragged
Back-end of the
Seething crowd
I saw a demonic silhouette
Taking form
If you don’t believe it
Go and get dead
Smoking up the backseat of
Your mommy’s cherry-red
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My Semester of Health
01:49
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Enrolled in September
Scorched by the ember
Ingratiated professor
Hijacked the lecture
Infiltrated the library
To pull down the sky for me
Inspect all the stamps
Dewey Decimal cramps
Pass round the bottle
All take a belt
For my semester of health
Kill my confessor
Yield to professor
Grades are rising
Plateauing
Satisfactorily
That’s my semester of health
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Garbage Can Punk
03:45
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Sit around all day out on the street
Begging for food for your dog to eat
Panhandle coins get a little cash
To buy some dope and smoke yr stash
Turned on tuned in and dropping out
Don’t get paid gonna sit and pout
Need some quarters to feed that meter
Where you parked your parents’ brand-new Beemer
Garbage can
Garbage can
Garbage can
Garbage can punk
Portland’s up and Brooklyn’s down
Sleeping on benches all over town
Dirty bare feet and a head full of dreads
So lucky daddy still pays the rent
Now you’ll join the family business
Kill the poor and rake in the riches
Trade the stocks and raid the funds
You’re a cash-fuck fascist and a raging hardon
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Cathartic Pills
01:17
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No need for cleansing
Or clarification
No call for sitting through
All the permutations
Pick apart the details
Of the tragedy’s anatomy
At least the parts that you
Are able to perceive
It’s pity and fear
That we quell
When we swallow
Cathartic pills
Newness erased
Then reified
Displaced and
Made to rename
Trading the trace
Stunts that go noplace
Changing out emotions
Renewed for restoration
Replacing despair with
Contagious elation
Listen to the drums playing
Apocalyptic fills
Like the clickety-clackety
Of cathartic pills
It’s pity and fear
That we quell
When we swallow cathartic pills
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Berm
03:32
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A berm
can mean
so much
Depending
on how
and where
it’s erected
And let’s
be honest
What is
expected
Of the
earth that’s
contained
and shaped
Is not a foregone
conclusion
So don’t labor
under that delusion
It might
serve purposes
unknown
to you
Even
to your
wisest
of friends
’Cause they don’t know
more than you
What flows under the berm
Plumbs unknown tunnels
Runnels and funnels
But the river fish
Gray and sleek
They prowl the discharge
For morsels
A berm
can mean
so much
And nothing
at all
Beyond
a path
that shadows it
And a detour
where the
fish swim
Where the
creatures find meaning
A berm
can mean
so much
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Gibley Falcolm Again
02:44
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You sky
You sky for the slam or the jam
You can’t tomahawk yet
Chained to a desk
Pencil shaving rash
Oily and withdrawn
Alone at the top of the key
Gibley Falcolm
Go sky for the slam or the jam
You can’t tomahawk yet
O Gibley
No one understood you
Ahead of your time
Robust and alive
Creating legends in 1985
O Gibley
We hardly knew you
Your decisive layups
Your golden skyhook arc
But still ...
You sky
You sky for the slam or the jam
You can’t tomahawk yet
Hey look—
It’s Gibley Falcolm again
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Forest Temple
02:37
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Stones under moss
Structure under lichen
Vines from lost times
Squirm on the landing
Transverse tunnel
Roof descending
Moon’s tune droning and then
Crescending
Forest temple
Cathedral of pines
Towering overheard
Rooting our minds
Did you know
Trees can swap jism?
They’re all one
Perfect organism
Connected underground
A love you haven’t found
Roots under soil
Network under detritus
Insects bore holes
Consuming that which confines them
Under the temple
The men candle
They’re pooling oil
And they curse the soil
That sustains them
Forest temple
Lost to all of the ages
Towering overhead
Rooting our minds
Focused and condescending
On the width of one dead cedar
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