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Ossified Forever Wrong
02:17
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you can feel it when the summer breaks
even out a thousand miles away
pulling handfuls of sand into my mouth
it's the taste of metal island,
patience on the waterways
at the fountain I am struck still
overflowing on the gold hill
tower rise until the lightning strikes down
I'll decay into the slow earth somehow.
I am silent at the dial tone
paper tyrant, I am overthrown
I am washed and dissected, cataloged
I am shelved and then forgotten
ossified forever wrong
at the fountain I am struck still
overflowing on the gold hill
tower rise until the lightning strikes down
I'll decay into the slow earth somehow.
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Death
03:45
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Drawn and vineyard,
ink and bone.
Etched in neon cuneiform,
every word paints the world
in figures, a silent vow.
Teeth and leather,
bending palms,
ivory fire like semaphore in the sun,
it's the one.
The secret.
Surrender now.
Death—
I felt it in my hand,
I taste it on my breath,
when we open every door.
After years of patient days,
when the perfect moment waits,
in a movement without sound.
When we grind the madder root,
and we dip raw cloth into...
it's an endless summer red.
Emery fields,
motion blur,
etched in silver avenues in the sun, when we run.
A striking, so captured, waits.
Every moment,
spinning in fields of garden marigolds
in downtown, all around.
We wait for the final day.
Death—
I felt it in my hand,
I taste it on my breath,
when we open every door.
After years of patient days,
when the perfect moment waits,
in a movement without sound.
When we grind the madder root,
and we dip raw cloth into...
it's an endless summer red.
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Do you believe in fairy tales?
'Cause I've got one for you...
A diamond city along an endless ocean blue.
And when you see it rising through the misty morning fog,
your heart will tremble...
You've found the place where you belong.
And oh, the shining marble towers glimmering by the Bay.
The gilded plinth of Olympus rising proud.
Oh, here in San Francisco, dreams really do come true!
Every day, every night, I know they do.
In summer winds,
in winter rains,
in tawny autumn nights,
in quiet moments beneath the golden city lights...
A secret word,
a mystery smile,
a stranger or a friend...
perhaps a lover?
A rendezvous at summer's end.
Indulge in the sacraments to open and thrill the mind,
and watch as the sunset paints the world.
Oh, here in San Francisco, dreams really do come true!
Every day, every night, I know they do.
Rise, fiery phoenix from the smoldering ash and dust!
Take flight and light the morning like the sun.
Oh, here in San Francisco, dreams really do come true!
Every day, every night, I know they do.
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4. |
The Mendoza Line
02:47
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Well the lord blessed me with a runner's build,
but the devil threw in a wandering mind.
And I been sent back to the minor league,
now it's only a matter of time...
Well I know they'll wise up to me,
one of these days...
'Cause I've been reading Tennyson while they run drills,
I'm out until the sunrise just to get my fill.
I'm always out the window when the steady gets home,
oh I'll be just fine
when I hit the Mendoza Line.
Dear Shirley,
I know it's been a while,
but I still think about that summer night.
And I know Tulsa is half a world away,
and it was only a drink and a smile.
But maybe I'll see you 'round,
one of these days...
'Cause I've been reading Shelley while they do grapevines,
some Irish in my coffee just to open my eyes,
hell, maybe one day you might see me in City Lights,
oh I'll be just fine
when I hit the Mendoza Line.
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only lines against the white sky
lines against the desert roadside
and they vanish into thin air
fall into the horizon out there
and they carry waves
carry signals
carry words
carry figures
but we faded into sunlight
faces nothing more than dull white
in the comma of a slow year
we danced along the dry earth out there
on the cherry waves
the amber ceilings
the dashboard grain
the silent heatwaves
Joanna don't fade in the dark
Joanna don't break on the call
Joanna stay here on the line
Joanna don't brace for the fall
Joanna don't sink on the tide
Joanna don't flicker away
The scent of orange blossom at night
The chill of salt wind on the bay
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Miracle Cat San Francisco, California
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