1. |
Forklift Blues
02:31
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a couple years have passed
and still i see you in the glass
of the morning
the feelings since have changed
but do bodies rearrange
it’s the
simplest kind of myth
where the ending presents logic and comforting news
of the by’s and through’s
i am below you
i am below you
it's the mother fuckin fork lift blues
any time at all
to me feels just like the fall
in the holding
the sentiment’s erased
but the shavings hold their place
it’s the
simplest kind of miss
where the distance makes a difference in wondering who
will be there for you?
i am below you
i am below you
it's the mother fuckin fork lift blues
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2. |
Dog Pound
02:11
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breathing slow and near
comfort in the fear
brushing on the old veneer
in a house of steady steer
in-between the mirror
standing poised upon the earliest bugle calls
hollowness beats tenderness in all
when you’re there in front of me, so tall
from the nose of the animal
the glare will disappear
break-up at king lear
doing enough to settle scores
opening the deepest sores
in this film I appear
rushing downtown meeting’s in uptown
understanding tones of finer sound
at the ends of the jazz standard turnaround
from the library box labeled lost and found
do you speak in order to surround
is the soil still beneath the ground
have you had enough or are you down?
From the scent of the dog pound
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3. |
Caress Me Softly
02:12
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Distance and texture and place in the body
Eating out late and I come on umami
Speckles of dirt on the palest Ferrari
What you took now you can borrow by Monday
I rest at home with the design of tired
Speaking the truth bringing authors from Bali
Ordain the priest, taste the licorice icee
Put down deposits and caress me softly
Now I don’t care I just want the distraction
Dependence breeds special calm satisfaction
Staring away into parallel mentions
In the blue light you’re awash with a tension
Deafening blows at the end of the alley
You sleep in late, while the pulse peaks and valleys
Toothache in Brooklyn, we run a new tally
Losing by one as you caress me softly
Just keep on running, I know you’ll soon catch me
losing by one as you caress me softly
In a way
To induce
The phantom pulse
I caught the wind
In phantom pulse
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4. |
Speedway
03:37
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life
it is so fucking hard
bled dry like a stuck pig by the end and then
back to the start
honesty means everything
the car broke down
the bank’s closed
do you move with a purpose?
have you ever lost hope?
life
at the base of the heart
i’m looking at you straight through your eyes
and i don’t know who you are
begin recollection
when you’re told
it’ll all fall apart
do you know what happens?
What’s this pain in my throat?
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