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Tin Can Communicate

by Tame.. Tame and Quiet

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1.
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!"
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
Ciao Watt 05:32
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.
8.
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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released April 1, 2007

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Tame.. Tame and Quiet Fort Worth, Texas

Aaron Bartz-guitar and vox
Darren Miller-guitar
Jeff Williams-bass
Jason McMullen-drums

Previously:
Pat Ferguson-bass
Boyd Dixon-drums

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