1. |
I Am A French Police
06:15
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Chalk it up to bad blood
There's much too much to tolerate
Donning common threads of
Clip-on ties and ankle weights
A young buck will thumb his nose at
An old woman's sense of permanence
I watched him fist-fight the air a while
Ranting from the bus stop bench
What's that?
I couldn't make it out
Corazon and a cotton pick
I wish but, but I can't make this up
Just roll the tape and I'll dictate
In this picture you were straddling a stranger's grave
No statement, so you swore to memorize his name
You'd like to think it meant something like he had no voice
Who left devoid of a parting word
He fidgets in fits, blurs where he sits
Thumps military rolls with the whole of his digits
Our antsy Atlas' arms, they forklift a worldly weight
Digging thumbs into the waterways
Bronze-toothen and a smile with a soothing air
Sun, soil, and sweat has bred a tangled dread
And I'll bear this worn board like it's Christ's own cross
All else is lost to his steely stare
He fidgets in fits, blurs where he sits
Thumps military rolls with the whole of his digits
Our antsy Atlas' arms, they forklift a worldly weight
Digging thumbs into the waterways
What's that?!?
I couldn't make it out
Cortisone in a paper cup
And I wish but, but I can't make this up
Just roll the tape and I'll dictate
I'm lucid as a half-hit squirrel
I'm exhausted possibilities
Exercise the right to feign a demon
And excise the ways to gain a reason
I've drawn an out of order card
Proclaiming "I am not for everyone."
"I'm not here for everyone" and
"I AM NOT FOR EVERYONE!"
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2. |
Cursive Or Worse
04:12
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We slid down to the frozen deck, naked and charged
Out exposed by the elements, the bites and the bark
From what I could see, this was no place for me
To be frozen against a perilous limb
Just wanderin
Traversing the concourse, in search of the source
Caught cursing in Morse code or cursive or worse
The toungues twisting, clicking of teeth in the morning freeze
Trapped inside the breezeway it echoes, it beams
How the banners we were burning
Read the bridges that you're burning
Were something you'll need
See this spot where the ceiling is split
This morning's downpour worked it's way through
Found my smooth, calm brow
Unscathed and spoiled it
And as if to set a tempo to day
I come awake, the drops syncopate
And I've created this crease
A place they could lay
And what's become worrisome
Is this sinkhole I'm standing on
Is the one thing I can count on
At all costs and then some
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3. |
What You Have Read
06:50
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Whether the forecast looked up or not, it didn't matter
On a lookout for an exit to the cynic route
Shoot out the ladder rungs
Hang in the emptiness and rest
I hear the survey says
You are what you have read
And the words I've chosen
Are already frozen
To the tombs of the freshly dead
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4. |
Heroic As It Is
05:28
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Face down in the facets of the many
Undermining how the shapes will shift
Gone gaunt as your lap around the backstop's
Grown slower with the watch's tick
Tales told of the tunnels burrowed under
Where the few have found a way to live
Has been in a compromising handhold
With the present tense
I'd be happy just to hear myself
Above the buzz of the vents and ducts
A telepathic simulcast
To minds that meld the cords to cut
I'd be happy just to hear myself
Above the buzz of my fellow drunks
Undisturbed, and unheard of
Curb your comments 'til it's worth it
And if I knew how not to know
How we creatures feed the havoc
Have a hand, take this hand
And wrap your teeth around it
Let loose the reigns
Good shoes, too, will find legs
So much to be said
For a faulty fuse
Cold called me home
With warm regards and heaters
Tact I turned off to a coast so clear
The coast it was oh so clear
From behind, blinded by a brilliant light
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It somehow escapes me
Like blank checks on clean slates
Breakneck in frayed seams
Viewed some things with reverence
Spit something out relevant
Chewed fat on bended skinned knees
To the wayside, an altar tosses embers
As an act of sacrificing members
To the wind, by its' own hand
Near the wrist, there's a father who never found fault
Tucked his children in the cradle of a catapult
To show them the world his own way
Latch key kid solution
Put yourself in a choke hold
Til your mama gets home with a tension
Keystone copper caper
If you trap her keep her alive
Lest she turn your backside onto the sun
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6. |
Go Get The Ghost
04:56
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As I creaked upon the slackened slats
To the peak of your poor porch
I had the hunch that you're not at home
At the ass-end of ascension, in strobe-lit increments
My eyes skimmed a note, that if it spoke, would have said
Please use the bell, cause this door is broke, it's broke
An extended index felt little resistance
To an empty shell's cobwebbed core
A finger in your family foyer
This hole, it used to send a song shooting through hollow halls
Used to drive your yap dogs up the fucking walls
And kids, they would get little kicks from the ring and run
So I propose to go get the ghost
That does this to us
The neighbors pry withdrawn in curtains nicely
As I peeled paint and traced your labored lawn
Thinking back on a gone golden dawn
I see you've taken time to clean your clock
And knocked loose all it's tics and tocks
That kept it's hands held up at ten and two
The days you'd spend on the phone with the city
Voicing concerns took too seriously
The slow death to aesthetic community
So what is it this week, maam? "It's these urban tumbleweeds!
Curb-checked carts with their warbled wheels
And it's always my fender a-fielding their door dings!"
So I propose to go get the ghost
That does this to us
Since science is what is mixed
There's a base at the base of a base
And the basis of this base
Has been a mix-up of the science since
So I propose to go get the ghost
Go get the ghost
That does this to us
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7. |
Ciao Watt
05:32
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A night for emergencies
The brake lights are circling
Like vultures, scavenge the emerging scene
For bodies that they'll never see
Who are you now?
Ogling this moon
It's loom's a large bone yellow
Watch the ground just roll
Like a treadmill down below
It's a reflective path
Lit by bits of shattered glass
Cigarettes explode
On the shoulders of the underpass
Overthink and reinvent
Things that keep us theft deterrent
Alarmists arm themselves remotely with
A laundry list of quips with no retort
Quote me as your only source on this.
Crimson flashes where we crossed
Canary's crashing where we paused
Tar marred stripes the strips are littered with
Keep your head up on the need to not careen between the lines.
On a night for emergencies
The talks caught circling like search lights
Cancelled where the middles meet
And muddled in the space between
I'm dreaming in mock marquees
Letter blocks the length of the street
It's monster car cavalcade
They march to the hit parade
The tangent took stood on end
And knew the haunts to place me in
But I know my young man's land
Like the red slapped backs of my hand
So when this room clears out
You'll find us nodding off in sync
Faces pressed to palms
Collective yawns and sore-eyed blinks
Dawns and sunrise
Remind us once again that
That this night's last night
Hard pressed to find the difference
On a night for emergencies
The brake lights are circling
Like vultures, scavenge the emerging scene
For bodies that they'll never see.
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8. |
Tin Can Communicate
07:30
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Confession
This bedpost frames a baby's brain
Unfamiliar, unimpressed, resilient
Surprised at what little stomachs can digest
Careful, carefree, careless, scared
When you care too much to send the very best
Just pound your chest and pray and hope the impression's left
Walking talks an awful lot
Take it on with double shots
No single line, from ear to ear,
Will perk the smirk of a deer in headlights
Like I am not game for the hunt uncontested
Give us guns and twenty second starts
Embracing a slave at the age of abandon
Who knows enough to want to be alone
Forthwith
Reticent
Two words too me to make a lick of sense
Let's lose the reigns
Cause I am not game for the hunt unabated
Unstable as a round of telephone
Embracing a slave to the age of abandon
Who knows enough to wanna be alone
Cause I am not game for the hunt unabated
Unstable as a round of telephone
Erasing the slate for the class congregated
Give us homes and forty carat stones
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Aaron Bartz-guitar and vox
Darren Miller-guitar
Jeff Williams-bass
Jason McMullen-drums
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Pat Ferguson-bass
Boyd Dixon-drums
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