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She floats away, bark till I’m sick, lie on the floor all day
The earth’s ceiling, her floor, no signal heard no more
I think of the past: parched tongue, swarming fleas
I miss the broken glass, cutting up my knees
Wake up in the lab, tested for durability
I’m trusted for, my harsh resiliency
Wake up in the lab, all alone and institutionalized
I wake up in the lab, I’ll never have a peaceful night
And she floats away
“Now I’m up in space, the first dog in a losing race
I miss the cold streets, I miss the warmth of my fleas”
And she floats away
“I see an island out there”
And she floats away
“Planet earth is blue, and I’m so very far away from you”
And she floats away
“I see an island out there”
And she floats away
“I see an island out there”
And she floats away
“I see an island out there”
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Here is not good enough
Earth is not good enough
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A gust of wind, and a branch sways by my window
A song, a note that the breeze brings to my eardrum
A rock thrown high, and its force sends glass through my bedroom
A cut draws blood that flows from my palms, to the words that I know
The blood obscures some words, as I try to save them
Words once familiar rearrange into new phrases
Characters reshaped, unmasked to reveal new faces
Now the story takes on an entirely new basis
Where went those familiar faces?
Where went the stories I know?
Where went those characters, though they were but few?
Off to make their own stories
In greener lands with the blood on their hands
While I wait in my desert tower
With a bloodstained tome of my own
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I’m the snake
Welcome to the garden, come into the garden
Welcome to the garden, come into the garden
I am the snake
I thought you would kill me
I am the snake
In the garden
I thought I would die
In the garden
Come into the garden
I am the snake
I thought you would kill me
I am the snake
I thought you would kill me
I am the snake
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Two seeds in rocky soil, stretching upwards in this foreign earth
I bring forth my watering can and chart their growth
Which one will yield most?
A white church on Red Square
It stands tall, but the walls are bare
I sit in the pews and I bow my head
The walls are white, but the blood runs red
Two seeds in rocky soil, stretching upwards in this foreign earth
I bring forth my watering can and chart their growth
Which one will yield most?
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Sand Planet
03:00
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A relic buried in the sand, from a time unknown to man
An idol buried in the sand, uncovered by holy man
A trek across a desert land, I ride alone in the sand
A trek across a lonely land
A trek across a desert land, I ride alone in the sand
Look towards the sky and chase the fleeting bird
An out of work Renaissance man, brushing dust off from his hands
An actor plays the part of a boy, painting pictures of proportionate joy
A trek across a desert land, I ride alone in the sand
A trek across a lonely land
A trek across a desert land, I ride alone in the sand
Look towards the sky and chase the fleeting bird
Dunes swallow man
Dunes swallow man
Blinded by the sand
Blinded by the sand
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Anticlimax
04:23
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Put on mask and cloak: anticlimactic
Red blood, fresh skin stroked: anticlimactic
All we wanted was everything
But I’m staring at a blank, white wall
But I’m staring at a blank, white wall
You feel things you can’t say at all
You need a lover to beckon and call
You feel things, you want to know all
You feel things, you want to know all
You need a lover you can’t have at all
And I’m staring at a blank, white wall
You can’t have it all
Feel something
Skipped beats, pursed lips: anticlimactic
Bad deeds, clenched fists: anticlimactic
Ending on a sour note
Ending on a ghost of hope
Ending on nothing at all
Ending as our taboos pall
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Hunched Hermit
02:31
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Raise my eye to the sky, count the days gone by
Raise my soul, raise my soul to the sky
Count the years pass, passing me by
I sit on the sand, I wait for ships to come
Raise my heart to the sky, see the bones turn dry
I sit on the sand, I wait for ships to come
Raise my heart to the sky, see the bones turn dry
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Brittle Bone
04:34
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I fear that I’m inadequate in everything that I fear
Phallic guilt in a sleepy land
My brittle bone, it gets a tan
Onanistic thoughts repeat
Repeat
Seed spent, spilling at my feet
Familiar dream of beach again:
Tan prayer rug, thrown on holy sand
Prostrate chants for unclean man
While my brittle bone, it lies out to tan
I fear the crumbling of face
The part which speaks, erased
Completely caved-in
It’s completely caved-in
Familiar dream of beach again:
Tan prayer rug, thrown on holy sand
Prostrate chants for unclean man
While my brittle bone, it lies out to tan
Unknown guilt, clenching hands
Unknown guilt, clenching hands
Unknown guilt, clenching hands
The hunched hermit raises eye
He prays to fading summer sky
Blur fear and blind contempt
For everything that this man laments
Grey, brittle bone tanned
My brittle bone tanned
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