1. |
Impossible
02:43
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the roads are stuck
cuz the semi trucks
have turned over
chickens scattered and
windows shattered
all over
it’s impossible, possible
to get to the center of the earth
it’s impossible, possible
but who knows how much that shit might be worth
the flights are grounded
on the news it sounded
so serious
now they need you
all the Wikipedia
are so serious
it’s impossible, possible
threading a needle with spider’s silk
it’s impossible, possible
baptizing with the mother’s milk
all line up for the big apology overture
you can come and sit next to me there’s an open chair
it’s impossible, possible
to sleep in the middle of the lion’s den
it’s impossible, possible
how come everybody’s trying it then?
it’s impossible
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2. |
Opening A Window To You
02:58
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can I hate the surgery and love the scars?
can I hate the constellation and still love the stars?
can I hate your father and still bless his heart?
for opening a window to you
can I love a song from an awful man?
and can love do more than what awful can?
cuz I fucked it up but I understand
that it opened up a window to you
outside the mortuary
all my love and hate
feels so ordinary, oh
without the context
that we’re going to die
can I be afraid and still do my job
cuz my heart is howling like an angry mob
our house burned down so there’s nothing left to rob
but it opened up a window to you
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3. |
Credo
04:24
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I don’t want to learn to code
I want to be a poet
we can camp just off the road
no one will ever know it
oh wait I meant to turn this off
this constant faucet of my thoughts
they become my credo
I know poets make no money
but there’s a rhythm to it
and everybody thinks that’s funny
but they don’t listen to it
I want my words to travel far
live like the locals live
live inside my credo
who knows, who says
who can catalogue it all
who looks, what do they find
in the boughs of hallelujah
I am the one remaining soldier
of a war that gets stupider as it gets older
I wish I could crawl out of it
I ask for laughing gas they tell me they're all out of it
maybe I can be a chaplain
bearing witness to all the monumental things that happen
strange how thoughts like these can rattle your teeth
and ring your head like a sentimental Christmas wreath
and if you’re scared, just know that I’m scared too
and if you’re proud, just think how proud I am of you
we are happy in the wilderness
they have lenses that can filter this
there are some things that I regret
and some things that I honestly forget
we should name this war before it ends
otherwise it feels like we’re living in someone’s make-pretend
and if you’re wounded I’ll tear my shirt
make a tourniquet for where you hurt
I love your eyes in the symphonic sun
maybe there’s a war poets have already won
who knows, who says
who can catalogue it all
who looks, what do they find
in the boughs of hallelujah
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4. |
Reverse Conscousness
02:46
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take off
your head, darling
reverse your consciousness
you are lightning
in a ship's bottle
in a room where somebody's playing chess
and the game passes by
so breezily
it could easily end on any move
and a drop of
condensation gathers
at the bottom of somebody's moscow mule
so when you take off
from your burning city
reverse your consciousness
you are the tanget
to the tangent
you are so lucky to have been so blessed
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5. |
Sending Me Off
03:17
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they’re sending me off
a funeral song
like a will o’ the wisp
the papers were wrong
it’s not like they say
the ring in the dirt
the glint on the hood
the fall of her skirt
they’re sending me off
the home of the free
that’s what they say
I called you today
they’re sending me off
sending me off, sending me off
sending me off, sending me off
all the ways
I tried
to hide from you
I don’t know why
all the ways
I lied
I fucked it up
every time
you held me with your eyes
still people think
there’s a way to escape
through a hole in the coffin
crawl away, pull the drapes
I never noticed
all the others
I walked past
let them sleep
let them rest
send them off
they’re sending me off
without an address
a truck in the lake
clean up this mess
they’re calling ahead
they booked me a room
I’ll get there too late
I’ll get there too soon
the pin on your shirt
I wanted to know
I’ll figure it out
they’re sending me off
I love you so much
they’re sending me off
sending me off
all the ways
I tried
to hide from you
I don’t know why
all the ways
I lied
I fucked it up
every time
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6. |
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oh well, I guess they don’t respect us
let’s discuss that after breakfast
remember the wolf from the days gone by?
the signals were there all along
chirping like the happy birthday song
something that seems happy until you see the fangs unveiled
we were the ones too shy to raise our voices
I wonder why
and meanwhile you were the one exposing
the wolf in wolf’s clothing
how could we miss what was so upfront?
we were line dancing on magic carpets
never once checked the bones in the tarpits
and no one wanted to believe it
oh well, I just need someone to witness this
I don’t need someone to fix it
I just want to know I can withstand it
throw it overboard, the furniture we can’t afford
and oh, you were the genius who was composing
the soundtrack to the wolf in wolf’s clothing
a tangled thistle of violins
bind your hand to the driving wheel
nothing is lasting if you cannot feel
and no one wants to see it still
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7. |
Handfasting
03:35
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hand over hand
I’m with you, I’m with you
and surely I’ve
been here before
I’ve walked this length
of road before
it’s over
it’s over
there’s nothing
you can say to change my mind
my heart
my sole intention
hand over hand
I’m binding with ribbon
the promise of
my only love
and with this string
I bind my love
in pictures and poems
in songs and in silent films
again
again
the words
come out again
you
have always given all
that you have for me
you
have always given all
of your courage to me
I have always pushed away
why do I
why do I
when you have always given all
that you have for me have for me, yeah yeah
hand over hand
I’m with you, I’m with you
and surely I’ve
been here before
I’ve walked this length
of road before
it’s over
it’s over
there’s nothing
you can say to change
my mind
my heart
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8. |
I Won't Let You Sink
02:11
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oh my darling
float in the center of my arms
I won't let you sink
I won't let you sink
just believe you can
believe that you're lighter than the water
I won't let you sink
I won't let you sink
there are heads on the wall
they probably shot them all
they wouldn't understand
there's a thread
pulling on the center of your heart
I won't let you sink
I won't let you sink
can you tell
you're no longer in my arms?
I won't let you sink
I won't let you sink
they have newspaper on the floor
they're not listening anymore
they wouldn't understand
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9. |
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how can we ever be okay again?
and were we ever before?
what does it mean to be okay
and how can you ever be sure?
how can everybody let the light back in
how can everybody let the light back in
How can everybody let the light back in
How can everybody let the light back in
oh God
don’t say that
let’s just say it’s not like that
how come everybody let their light go dim
it’s strange to see them dull it
walking through the field where the werewolves live
with just one silver bullet
how come everybody let the miners come
and strip the hills of laudanum
how come everybody let them whittle down
every adjective to a little noun
how can everybody let the light back in
how can everybody let the light back in
how can everybody let the light back in
how can everybody let the light back in
it's just a modern miracle
like the mirror ball or the popsicle
take joy and extracting it
refracting it, re-enacting it
maybe that's what the Normans meant
when they said there had to be a government
maybe that's how the Mayans felt
when they killed their kings and let the jewelry melt
how can everybody let the light back in
how can everybody let the light back in
how can everybody let the light back in
how can everybody let the light back in
oh God
it's not so bad
let's just say it's not so bad
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10. |
Expedition Day
02:56
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I am the separated dawn
igniting the roof that we're all on
you are the constant hurricane
overwhelming the weather vane
but there's a problem
just one problem
and if my roots are shallow
and my fields lay fallow
we're on an expedition day
adjusting the lights for someone's play
all of our replicating cells
are ringing out like temple bells
but there's a problem
just one problem
and no one pays at check out
and no one sticks their neck out
tightrope wires in tension
the great empire's ascension
avoiding the politician's gaze
trying to decide which cancer stays
all in a murder so discrete t
here were no cops assigned the beat
but there's a problem
just one problem
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