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Birthday
04:07
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CHAPTER I -- The Beginning of Everything
When I was crazy
I navigated the poles, from North to South,
And the continents rolled out of my mouth.
When I was sane
I carried the world on my shoulders
And it was hollow.
It was so hollow.
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2. |
Cold Ridge
03:13
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"Kubla Khan" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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3. |
Hey Li'l Lady
02:23
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When I go out I always make sure to say,
“Hey li’l lady! Hey li’l Heidy-O!”
When I take my dog down that pavement runway I say,
“Hey li’l lady! Hey li’l Heidy-O!”
When I go out at night
Oh, yeah! I go out at night
Okay, I don’t go out at night,
But if i went out at night
I’d say, I’d say, I’d say,
“Hey little Heidy-O!”
It’s a Fritz Lang film
That we both live in
Oh! Hoo! Li’l Heidy, hey
You got me reeling, with those big blue eyes,
Little white thighs…
Hey li’l Heidy-O
...and, So, our two, newly acquainted, concrete lovers
Bound for nowhere and everywhere
Rode their chariot of canis lupus domesticus into the belly of time.
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4. |
White Smoke Hands
02:31
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White smoke hands
Face drenched in pesticides
Father was a farmer
Took very good care of all of his brides
I was just a boy
Always losing my keys
So, I opened up my chest and placed them inside me
I can walk on water
Is what my father told my brother and me
Snapped his fingers, fell into his hat,
Bubbled up through the T.V. screen, and he screamed
“Goodnight boys! Tonight I’m going to dream in technicolor!”
I hope someday
This haze will begin to fade
My mind will come back a fiddle and sing the days away
These white smoke hands
Will disappear into the screen
And Father Time will come back to get me.
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5. |
Spyglass
03:19
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Sitting on my mountain top looking in the valley
Oh, so low.
Looking through my spyglass seeing all the people dancing down
Below
There’s a stream-line cable leading down, bending under
To that sepulvida scene
Picking up speed to the lips and the smiles
That are waiting for me
I’d rather speak in person.
Sitting on a stone in a ring around a throne
Of fire. We’re alive.
It’s overcast city, but there’s light emanating from
The itty-bitty fireflies.
There’s a moon in a bottle making it’s way around the circle
And it’s heading straight for me.
One little sip and I’m cherry-cheeked, arm and arm
Being led into a sea of dwellings
I’d rather sleep with company
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6. |
Dopamine Topography
03:56
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CHAPTER III -- The Deep Sleep
The homonculus boarded up his windows..
And he retreated until the Sun passed over the equatorial divide..
And with no eyes he lived in time, exclusively.
I will stage an intervention
Written all over my face will be
My ways weighed heavy on the levy ‘til she broke
And washed away all of my friends
You find yourself at the cusp of a season
Any season to satiate Serendipity
Now you’re snowing on your lover’s lips
In the warmth of the night’s spent energy
Hello Heliopause
I stretch my roots below that underdog
He said, “You’re you, but you’re a garden,
And I’m a bed of regret
Admiring the dopamine topography
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7. |
Smells From Dreams
04:17
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I remember smells from my dreams.
We climbed bookshelves up to our thoughts
Where we erected a brick; a block; a bridge
Across sinking, stagnant potential.
I will loosen my jaw and inhale all of the poverty from the streets.
The malaise steeping in your brains will stain all of my teeth.
I’ll blow out all the men in suits and watch them twirl around, above.
When I’m feeling real real nice, I’ll blow out love, love, love.
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8. |
All Returns
03:29
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CHAPTER IV -- The Angry Earth
You’ve got a name I can’t pronounce
And when you speak, everybody shouts
It
At the top of their lungs,
because it feels so good
When it leaves your mouth.
Darling, I know
Why these skies burn crimson above the quaking of your lips
All of these fault lines
Were filled with expectations
Your anxiety shook mountaintops
And these weeping peaks
Apologized in the name of propriety
When you rained my head was full of holes
The ground drank, deeply
When my thoughts reached my toes
All returns
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9. |
We'll Make it Rain
02:14
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Saw the drought from a far away place.
Inside the eye of a satellite.
We will make clouds. We’ll make it rain.
And the buoyant will rise up through the firmament
To shake the hands of I.
Saw the drought at the spring
And the fountain.
Saw the fields burn at the farms
We will make clouds. We’ll make it rain.
Your hair was rusty
So I combed my hands through the tendrils of your body
Your eyes were dusty
So I closed mine and cried into your mind, for a time.
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10. |
The Trees, They Sing
02:10
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Winter whispered secrets in my head. Oh, yes she did.
Stumbled across the soft webs and pushed aside the vignettes, in my bed.
Whisper a little, please. Harking on that bedpost pleases me,
But don’t brush away those seeds. I want a forest greeting me
In December
The air coiled closer and pushed the button on my chin. Oh, yes she did.
My legs jumped, chest pumped and cheeks spread to a newborn grin.
Oh, that’s a fact. I begged, “Give me a kiss, my darling,
And we’ll grow older and taller for all to see.
I hear the droll the doldrums makes one breathe easy.”
The sea had to swell it’s an earthen formality.
“I’m hungry,” it bellowed and began to swallow me.
No malice. No regret. My home is down below.
Goodbye cold days. Goodbye tomorrow.
I have learned to love them all
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11. |
Muddy Waters
05:05
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CHAPTER V -- The Last Wanderer
Muddy waters couldn’t keep me from getting to you, babe
Wiped the muck from my face and hopped from frame to frame
While you sat on your pinnacle,
It was so unbelievable,
Drowned bodies were floating on top the crest of a wave.
While staring at the buoyant I gave a little thanks
Even though we all fell from grace
So beautiful—their devoted search for Providence
Stared up at you, then back at them
Tapped my feet and dove right in
The murky waters of my past were easier to swim. EH
We made it to the gate, and a bearded man screamed:
“Too little. Too late.”
I kicked the dirt and turned back around
“Alright,” I said, “I’ll give it another go.”
Memorized my lines for this perpetual show
So confident I’d get it right this time.
But no.. When that curtain closes, I’ll see you again
On top your monolith staring down, with a grin
With that all seeing eye you’ll never miss a beat.
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12. |
C'est la vie
05:19
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The mouth of my typewriter clicked orders at my fingertips
It said, “The folds of my brain housed an urn sweating ashes
From a thousand dead flames.
No good. We have gone down.
The sky is bright yellow, tonight.
I know that we’ll say goodbye.
No, good.
We have gone down.
Come to bed.
You don’t need no pillow.
The grass shines luminescent, for a second,
Until the brain blows up, and you’re dead.
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Tooantuh Austin, Texas
Storyteller that owns 2 and a half guitars
No label/not really seeking one
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