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Duct Tape
03:37
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It’s done, it’s done, the eagle is back on the ground
It’s done, it’s done, it barely even made a sound
Soaring high
Against the odds
And tendency of engines to blow up
It’s done, it’s done, I’m all but going off the rails
It’s done, it’s done, just because someone has failed
Going out in broad daylight
To find that bolt
And screw it tight
And I’m sure that there are flaws that can outlive their design
If the plans in which they hide are held in a different light
There is no emotion that is self-contained
And my disappointment thrives on my complaints
When my pride is broken and my heart is on the fritz
I think I have some duct tape left that will do for a quick fix
It’s done, it’s done, I heard something caving in
It’s done, it’s done, it’s the ground that I have been
Standing on minutes ago
Serving as my own cameo
And my hands work well enough but my collar isn’t blue
And whenever I draw lines you will find them all askew
I am not contending I’m among the stars
But there’s metaphors that I take too far
When my pride is broken and my heart is on the fritz
I think I have some duct tape left that will do for a quick fix
Don’t we all yawn at a love song or do we sway with the chords?
Guess it’s alright
If a bit trite
Just like life has been before
But the belle that I have met is no Mississippi Queen
And the muse that gave me drive proves to be a parody
I am pretty tired of these curtain calls
It takes all I carry to not build castle walls
When my pride is broken and my heart is on the fritz
All these lines I wrote will not play a role in this
I’m just a tired poet getting lost in picking nits
I think I have some duct tape left that will do for a quick fix
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2. |
Adults
03:25
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I wish my compass picked up fire
It would always point to you
With your balance between airs
And your liquid attitude
They could hang me from the trees
They could throw me to the dogs
I would smile while I croak
Don’t call me nihilist or escapist or lame
The credits read your name
Wide awake at night
With just your silhouette in the moonlight where we lie
Wide awake at night
Happy should I kick it
Cross my heart and hope to die in style
I’m pretty sure that’s not a lie
I’d rage fuck anyone I know
If I could spare the energy after a walk
With you in the park at dawn
After we fed all the dogs
And we’d talk about the world
How we’re pretty OK
If this ain’t love I need more hate
Don’t call me random things you looked up on your phone
Just make sure I’m not alone
Wide awake at night
With just your silhouette in the moonlight where we lie
Wide awake at night
Happy should I kick it
Cross my heart and hope to die in style
And you said...
It’s a lie I know when you curl into my side
It’s a lie I know when you lay your hand in mind
It’s a lie I know when we intertwine our thighs
It’s a lie I know ‘cause I’m no longer 25
I swear to God I will grow old with you
But saying I’d die young for you sounds romantic and cool
Wide awake at night
With just your silhouette in the moonlight where we lie
Wide awake at night
Happy should I kick it
In a life where we’re each other’s own
Fuck, if that’s a lie I don’t wanna know
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3. |
Hands to Lend
04:40
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I’ll leave my home and run away
Until my lungs and bursae fail
Until I know why my bones keeping taking aim
I’ll throw away my tongue and arms
I will get by on just my charms
And when I fail and lose my way I’ll sell more parts
‘Cause I’m out of hands to lend
I’ve been here before
But I’m adamant that I’m so much more
And I came, I saw, I laughed
And folded the game
I’ll give my wrist, I’ll give my shin
I’d flee the night to break my skin
I’ll show the earth my sense of worth and wait
And the stones they throw my way
I will use to break my face
‘Cause I’m out of hands to lend
I’ve been here before
But I’m adamant that I’m so much more
And I came, I saw, I laughed
And folded the game
‘Cause I know I’m out of hands to lend
I’ve been here before
But I’m adamant that I’m so much more
And I came, I saw, I laughed
To fold
I’m out of hands to lend
I’ve been here before
But I’m adamant that I’m so much more
And I came, I saw, I laughed
And folded the game
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4. |
Acceptance Speech
03:45
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Call up the limousine!
Make room I’ve people to meet
The kings of our world are putting on a show
I’ve poured my heart and soul
Into getting called into the fold
But now I’m here I’m only going with the flow
And I can’t help thinking
That I don’t belong here
But I still hope
I’m surely a contestant
For awards presented to the lonely hearts
That try to find a way into your heart
I’m surely a contestant
Open up the envelopes!
Will they mind my stupid face on screen?
Will the mind that my acceptance speech isn’t even written yet?
I’m just a simple man
I like beer and lava lamps
And rarely get what the movies are about
You trounce my intellect
And it’s pretty telling that
I thought of you before the verse is even out
And I can’t help dreaming
That I’ll be the one whose brains you’re fucking out tonight
I’m surely a contestant
For awards presented to the lonely hearts
That try to find a way into your heart
I’m surely a contestant
Open up the envelopes!
Will they mind my stupid face on screen?
Will the mind that my acceptance speech isn’t even written yet?
Got a feeling I know just what the outcome will show
But that don’t help at all, no
Everyone here around got their own thoughts and doubts
We all think that we’re right and will step into the light
If only for one night
I’m surely a contestant
For awards presented to the lonely hearts
That try to find a way into your heart
I’m surely a contestant
Burn the fucking envelopes!
Will they mind my stupid face on stage?
Will the mind that I have nothing to say
Except for this rejection speech
Oh, please, draw me close
And oh, please.make me yours
But hustle up, make it quick
My stomach’s turning and I’m feeling sick
And these lights are way too bright
And my bow tie is too tight
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5. |
pre-
02:19
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6. |
Polygatari
04:55
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All the answers that I sought
All the messages I caught
They have blown up in my face
Anyway…
You won’t catch me trying to hide
That I’m striving for new heights
And to beat the interstate
To think some would defend
That there are no laws but punishments
All my polyglots say ‘Aye!’
The point of pride we carry is a lie
They foiled us with deaf, dumb and bleak
Languages we speak
And all of this time we’ve been robbed blind
Of life
I’ve been gasoline to flame
I was shown charts to scale my aches
I’m not a fan of keeping score
Anymore…
A band of misfits standing tall
Clean and shaven overall
But my throat is getting hoarse
From fighting sky and stars
For laughing at the dwarves we are
All my polyglots say ‘Aye!’
The point of pride we carry is a lie
They foiled us with deaf, dumb and bleak
Languages we speak
And all of this time we’ve been robbed blind
Of life
My love spends her nights complacent with fright
The words she puts out are but foam at her mouth
My friends find their days slightly misplaced
They’re writing a song but won’t know where it’s gone
All my polyglots say ‘Aye!’
The point of pride we carry is a lie
They foiled us with deaf, dumb and bleak
Languages we speak
And all of this time we’ve been robbed blind
Of life
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7. |
Memory
04:06
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Oh memory you turn into confusion
I don’t get a thing you say
I can’t see the facets I’m supposed to learn from you
All I get is watermarks of aging news
Interpolatingly shining through
Oh memory, you’re lacking allocation
To the acidic structures you have made
I’m starting to think you missed your vocation
And noone told you till it was too late
Do you not feel pressured to perform the best you can?
Are you too proud to let anima lend a hand
Instead of fucking up the things we planned?
You and Id and mind getting it on at night
Have my sense of smell ready to leave it all behind
Let this nonsense go and make this house your home
I swear God, by George, that if you don’t
I’ll drag you down right with me when I go
Oh memory, you turn into frustration
I’m pretty sure that you picked up in that
Everytime I take you on vacation
You cackle and then turn around again
I’ve given you enjoyment and elation
Beaches, road trips, cocktails and blue skies
All I ask is that you pay attention
And all you say is that you missed your flight
I’m happy to admit that I cannot fully disclaim
That for the state we’re in I’m partially to blame
But stop denouncing kindness in my name
I’m not yet fit to fight
But testing battle cries
I’m not yet set quite right
But ferocity’s implied
I’m starting to ignore that I’ve heard this crap before
“I think you’re out of luck” she says
And smiles with warm rapport
Oh memory, commit to this some more!
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8. |
Nights of Thunder
05:46
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There is a rock in a far-off land
That will not be touched by unwashed hands
It’s good enough for me to fly and wander
But I can’t sleep during nights of thunder
There is a man who is part of my arc
Who dares to combat life and mirror the dark
Who I can trust to forgive all my blunders
But I can’t sleep during nights of thunder
There is a spot in my country of dew
That few will make their goal and many drive through
And it’s the bar by which I measure the summer
But I can’t sleep during nights of thunder
There is a toy in a room that will not leave a mark
On a world that is less than the sum of its parts
But it’s a bond between me and my father
But I can’t sleep during nights of thunder
And I am too shy to toss and turn in the night
I’m tumultuous in Hollywood-style
I’m the morbid latency of the silent bourgeoisie
Where a fleeting state of mental health is key
There is a city to the south of my home
Where I grew heart and a few extra bones
But there are friendships that were torn asunder
Now I can’t sleep during nights of thunder
There is a woman that was pure crescendo
At her peak I forgot how to let go
Of the fantasy into which I spun her
Now I can’t sleep during nights of thunder
And may I say that I care but fell into a hole
Sprained my ankle when I landed, it’s a long way back home
I’m glad I still can lift my arms to wipe the sweat off my face
I’d let the demons out my closet but they like the new place
And I am too shy to cash in if I am right
And wait for rivers that will turn with the tide
I’m a dragon of the earth
Cunning but reserved
All the trivia crap I know has lost its worth
My memory’s in constant flux
Rests only til the throughline stops
In spite a life’s worth of insights
I look for greens on other sides
I’ll build myself an open door
A humble peer
And working oar
And sail to sea
To find that melody
Where a gentle state of mental health is key
There is a place you cannot find on a map
And setting sail is just the very first step
But once aboard I won’t be going under
And I will sleep during nights of thunder
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9. |
Stretch
04:53
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I see what other men have seen:
Dreams we hope have meaning if put under scrutiny
That are useful
At least to some degree
There’s something to that scene
Oh my
Revealed in time
I read what better men have said
To hopefully improve my views if only to impress
I will admit that much of what I read
Is wasted on my head
Cause I can’t get past the bottom line
While I’ve never been a failure I’ve never won awards
Got time for one more try but in a minute I’ll be gone
Oh a masticated question somehow lingers on
Away a while, a way in time
Where a blue-eyed fool can see for miles
I breathe the same air we all do
Still we differ even in potential points of view
It is hard directing what to do
With logos as our tool
But I’ll get off my ass and try
While our nature is explosive I’m very slow to start
Silencing the din that builds crescendos in my heart
Oh the answer was provided, taken thoroughly apart
Away a while, a way in time
Where a blue-eyed fool can see for miles
And I been walking a steady pace in life
But I am more uncertain than contrite
I still got time to decide
Upon a sight of a certain kind
While I’ve never been a failure I’ve never won awards
Got time for one more try but in a minute I’ll be gone
Oh the answers is corroded but somehow lingers on
Away a while, a way in time
Where did I go wrong that I like being alone?
I haven’t been here long
But if you wait a minute I’ll be gone
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10. |
Burnout
02:59
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It is time to tie your shoes
We must go now or we’re screwed
A bunch of local prudes saw me blow up the factory
Now go on, get the car!
The whole town’s up in arms
I’m not willing to part just yet with my joie de vivre
We can talk about who’s at fault later on
My belief: Mess it up
Family: Mess it up
Galaxy: Mess it up
And ride an asteroid to pursue
Vanity all dressed up in satin sheets
And guess what I barely see a reason not to leave
Let it go, give it a rest
I’m sure this wallet won’t be missed
I’m just trying to do what’s best for me to see another day
And to maybe get a fix
For our stomachs and our dicks
I haven’t had any since 6 and it is slowly getting late
I promise I will pay you back later on
My belief: Mess it up
Family: Mess it up
Galaxy: Mess it up
And ride an asteroid to pursue
Vanity all dressed up in satin sheets
And guess what I barely see a reason not to leave
Put a stick between their ribs and lift with everything you’ve got
Leave them tied up in your bed and hope they know their way ‘round knots
Give them any chance to win just make sure it isn’t fair
Break apart the tubes they use and strike a match before they come up for air
My belief: Mess it up
Family: Mess it up
Galaxy: Mess it up
And ride an asteroid to pursue
Armory. And guess what?
Cavalry. And guess what?
Calamity. I guess that’s what a bit of openness deserves
Vanity’s all pissed off at sanity and its lot of stock-pick priests
Who spout rage without concern
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11. |
Generation Words
04:39
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Feel the night wind blow
Call everyone you know
We’ll tag the urbias
The shade of rising stars
May the shadows will unearth
The sense of freedom we deserve
So hold on, dream on!
In life we’ve all been taught the future is our cross
To bear until we won
Until the love is gone
Does God want a challenger
In a hall of mirrors
For all our generation words?
Feel the morning grow
Whispering the master plan
While we still have a sun to share
I will do all I can
And for the first time what’s a shade to you
Is the same shade for me too
So hold on, dream on!
Through life we’ve all been taught the future is our cross
To bear until we won
Until the love is gone
Does God want a challenger
In a hall of mirrors
For all our generation words?
And we climb the roofs
Where they hide the truth
And to cheers and song we’re raising bottles to the sun
To the steps to take
And the odds entailed
So hold on, dream on!
Our loves’ not yet undone!
In life we’ve all been taught the future is our cross
But now the secret’s out: It was never bearing down!
And so on and on it goes
A perfect silver flow
In a one-act show
Devoid of status quo
Perpetuum mobile to go
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12. |
100 Days
04:15
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I’ve got an aching heart that’s common I suppose
A vehicle that starts every time we go
Our separate ways towards the lives we lead
Not really counting days until we reconvene
We aim for quiet nights that sometimes turn out loud
But what’s there to be said I haven’t figured out
We battle with our strengths but there’s we know won’t break
And open wide and shout into the sky
Nothing’s awry if a 100 days go by
Strobe lights in pints
I wish you well
I’ll sober up in time
Affection leaves the shade where alcohol’s involved
It also masks the aches we didn’t mean to call
“Say Good-bye” he says, so matter-of-fact
Just to give us space without a lack of tact
I love it when we talk I love it when we don’t
We’re not so far apart for it all to corrode
I’m still open-armed and I’m still my mother’s son
And when alone, and drunk, and stumbling home
And shoulders hunched I still can take a punch
Strobe lights in pints
I wish you well
I’ll sober up in time
Road signs, dimmed lights, complacency in dire straights
All kinds of glass eyes, my social state is all but commonplace
Strobe lights in pints
I wish you well
I’ll sober up in time
- and burry me in Philly when I die
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