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The Zoomsman
02:26
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So fast—he’s a volt
So vast—an open throat
He’s trashed—take a vote
No result is binding
In his velocity evolution
Call him the Zoomsman
Call the class—pass a note
Rash acts—gimme back my coat
Downblast—ejected from the throat
Endlessly openminded
And he digs your absolution
Call him the Zoomsman
Not a judge or a scale
Or a magistrate
He’s no jailer or mugger
Put “authoritate” from your mind
Just kick it out of your thoughts
It doesn’t apply
To the Zoomsman
Screen’s cold—to the fingertip
She’s bold—offered all her lip
He’s sold—got him in the grip
No one could blame him for trying
To settle on one solution
Call him the Zoomsman
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Quantum Text
01:31
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If you can breathe you’ll die
If you can crawl you’ll fly
Down where the rushes lie
Look how the wind is writhing
If you can wish you’ll sigh
When you’re asleep you’re alive
Candy corn tears crying
Orange and brown they’re flying
The dream is the scene
With no life to live in between
Words are smaller than atoms
Talking about them—
It’s a scene!
Spreading sodden seeds
In the dirt beneath the pines
From whatever sacred dimension
Read the future in quantum text
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Cold Err
01:06
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Mistakes drown the land
Of the coastal dwelling man
No new roads to roam
Ocean drank his home
Never gonna leave
Always believe in
Cold err
Chilled to the core
The truth is just a bore
Cold err
There’s nothing to fear
Don’t believe what you hear
We’re setting up a brand new strand
To meet the growing demand
Of the people far away
Don’t care what you say
Cold err
Motor with the tide
Best come for the ride
Cold err
Icicles suspended
In frostland
Cold err
What’s this global warming
Of which you speak?
Freak!
Cold err
Nothing to it
Cold err
It’s all a fable
Cold err
Environmental
No facts left in the temple
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Instrumental
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5. |
We Piss Gold
01:48
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Whatever makes us indie
That’s what we do
Admittedly it’s easy to
Slap the faders to 110 and
Waltz into the wind of
Not giving any shits
You know we piss gold
Not even trying
Not getting old
Damp underpants drying
We piss gold
We get concrete done
It’s funny how easy it can be
Getting dead
Doing it virtually for free
Whatever makes us prolific
We do it a lot
We’re pissing gold
Try to tell us we’re not
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Keygnostic
01:46
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He arrives late to the red-bathed scene
Stricken like an offhand remark
They stood around with hollow faces
Outlined orange in the menthol smoke
To unfold the understanding
Brings his codex to bear
But every key is a lock
When symbols are tied down
And palimpsest’s not allowed
“Cut out that talk” he said
He had a father but not much of one
They’d chat over methadone
About the many ways of door-opening
And all the ways to properly insert a key
Because unlocking was a thing to be felt
Bring me another body bag
There’s only one way to look at this
When symbols are tied down
And palimpsest’s not allowed
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Lady Moth Snakeheart
01:24
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How do you do?
Lady Moth Snakeheart
We see your red light
Burning in the window
Shock city
Your whim has served you well
Plain-stained by your teas
And superfluous penance
Lady, do not
Shake that thing to death
Dusted wingless
Unholy blazes
Beckon to the Lady Moth
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We’ve entered the realm of the ages
Pennants yellow and red
Rode wagons to port towns
Narratively dead
Haggled for choicest hay
Unto the King’s Road
Till it swung past the castle
Third-person omniscient
A chronicle divided in three
Scattered scraps and
Typewritten pages
Twelve floppy discs in the
Polyvinyl organizer
Whose contents can no
Longer be accessed—no
Known omissions
Created divisions
Lost anatomy that
Described a story
In chapter eight when
Events start to stagger and rot
That’s the knot I tied in the plot
Deadly frictions
Evocative in descriptions
Sinew and bone to bind
Personae to the feral wheel
Read chapter twelve when
What was foreshadowed
In fact was not
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Home-Schooled Surgeon
02:00
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Took a scalpel
To an apple
Practicum glum
Home residency
Take a page from the book
Human Anatomy
Frank Netter drew it for me
Vagus nerve stretching
From insole to neck
Take a page from the book
That the home-schooled surgeon
Never looked at
They have schools for this
There are rules for this
But they’re unknown
To a home-schooled surgeon
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Fresh Young Minds
01:20
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Fresh young thinkers
Please don’t divest
Your fresh young minds
We need them
Relying on you
To stand on the shoulders
Of old-minded giants
With your fresh young minds
Dewy newborn thoughts
Perhaps need to mature
But that’s no reason
To stop them being born
Blowing the bellows
Kindling the embers
Young fresh fellows
Gurls of September
Give me new ideas
And fresh young minds
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Mygnyl Chorts
02:28
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See twin farmers go
Toiling about their day
Stiffened in the neck
By extension the back
Pursued by cognitive scourges
At the peeking-out of sun
Swerving past grass addicts
For breakfast at everyone’s
Curse of the natural clock
Confounding boundaries
Truly missing out on
The keycards and batteries
Yexil cloth trader
Wants celestial bolt
No dog delays of summer
So like a baby
See him weave emolument
Struggle at constrictions
It takes scars to gain the skill
Like porn without convictions
Pay us everything
You can owe the rest
Collecting mygnyl chorts
Get it off your chest
Killer carnivorous flicks
Make time for shits and gigs
Count down remaining dark
As things grow stagnant
Count out the mygnyl chorts
They crinkle when they’re found
Toiling in our fields
They’ll come back around
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Good Kids
02:12
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We’re never gonna be the good kids
We’re not fantastic spawn
Shiny kids
We’ll always be busted
Maladjusted
Torn down and thrown down the stairs
But we pull ourselves up by the hairs
On our necks
We walk it along
Make it feel right
It’s probably
Better if it happens at night
O we’re never gonna be the good kids
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