1. |
An Array of Hedgehogs
03:05
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the possibilities you seek make you squirm
as if the firmament is really so firm
and if you're bothered by the noises on the roof
you're spending too much time inside these walls
it's better to be free and fed
than destitute and hungry
in the city
failure war chemicals and dread
take me home and leave me
in the city
but you don't walk you stumble
and you don't talk you mumble
I'm more wrong than I'm humble
and I can't stand I crumble
build a border build a nation construct a membrane
find a method more visceral than this meaningless campaign
you've become convinced that no one cares
well that can be decided at the bottom of the stairs
it's better to be free and fed
than destitute and hungry
in the city
failure war chemicals and dread
take me home and leave me
in the city
but you don't walk you stumble
and you don't talk you mumble
I'm more wrong than I'm humble
and I can't stand I crumble
before we gave name to it, darkness was hidden by darkness
the first impulse requiring all the force of the universe to set it in motion
but no terrible, swift sword could steer it, once loosed.
our paths diverged, sorry we could not travel both together and one traveler be.
not a gift, but an achievement: a quiet, sullen patience and the scientific method.
a track that pans hard from left to right and back again.
from singularity to duality and back again.
from me to you and back
once again.
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2. |
Hard To Starboard
03:06
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maybe estrangement is by definition a matter of time
a matter of mine
oversold
it's not a dream, it's a disaster
in the shape of things to come
over sung
oversold
over sung
looking down off every rung
everything must fucking go
oversold
over sung
overboard and overdone
this simply isn't reasonable anymore
one day you'll take a sharp turn straight towards the floor
somebody told me "don't take it personally"
but I blew out my heart
overboard
we'll make a chart
I'll hand out gold stars
gold fucking stars
overdone
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3. |
A History of Sucking
03:06
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forever in waiting rooms
called in by my last name said wrong
hospital bracelets
bankruptcy papers
failure
marry me
running through a crowd solo
I'm run into the ground and so low scrape me up
used to have such great potential
now it seems I lack credentials
no real worth
marry me
remember when we thought this mattered?
baby we was mad as hatters
good lord
and I would counsel anybody else
they are inherently good
but I am an abject failure
marry me
forever in waiting
hospital bracelets
broken bones
forever in waiting
forever in waiting
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before the snow arrives to coat the tracks
to cover all the month's mistakes
misfortunes mishaps bad luck and bad breaks
and until trees of green let me relax
the falls are not what kills you
the impacts
oh darling
what a mess that makes
and every break now is such a thrill
but waiting for you has made me ill
I am the last known coordinates of your sinking free will
I am the one sin you have left to fulfill
paint me a picture I'll make you a mix tape
throw down your bread crumbs and we'll fake our escape
but she wasn't holding the gun when she was shot
now what appears to be is not
but it's time to turn around
troy is calling you home
I might have followed you from home
now I'm the heir apparent to the throne of the unknown
a full-grown, full-blown drone
but we live too far north
the light's gone
the night's long
the wind's strong
so long
oh god
and the 42nd parallel smirks, shrugs and turns away
and every break now is such a thrill
when the wreckage is totaled I'm sending you the bill
I am the last known coordinates of your sinking free will
I am the last crime you will ever fulfill
paint me a picture I'll make you a mix tape
throw down your bread crumbs and we'll fake our escape
but she wasn't holding the gun when she was shot
and what appears to be is not
but it's time to turn around
troy is calling you home
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the song is paramount
the singer is ancillary
the poets the painters
we're vessels and carriers
this is the blood
this is the bone
this is the ship that will carry you home
so let's push on until the chapters get too long
and catch the winds wherever they drive the boat
they're holding thought back on the radio tonight
I'm holding high court in my car
the patterns take such work to change you know
that never was your cup of tea
we don't vote on reason
we vote on confusion
and press frozen peas to our communal contusion
the vox populi is no longer spoken
it's mangled and muttered its rhythm is broken
when words lose all their meaning all of our meaning is lost
it can be found
open up
it can be found
they're holding thought back on the radio tonight
I'm holding high court in my car
the patterns take such work to change you know
that never was your cup of tea
oh come back come back
on a cb radio
oh come back come back
on behalf of the president and a grateful nation
the answers are blowing in the same place I threw caution
a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid
and now I know that we must lift the sail
they're holding thought back on the radio tonight
I'm holding high court in my car
the patterns take such work to change you know
that never was your cup of tea
it never was
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