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the 22/the 19
03:13
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Say what you will about the 19
but the cops never get on, it picks me up right
in front of work, and gets me to the Civic
Center faster than Ande does. I mean, that is,
if it comes. And if not, I suppose I could just
wal
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2. |
oh, come now
02:57
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Oh how rare a sight,
arms spread wide, with hands as spires, not
bleeding, to say this time, 6:45, it’s alright, it’s
fine. All that’s left is coffee and a Steam for
Ryan. Come on now. You want to take this
from me? Or us, let’s not think selfishly. Oh
come now. Can you really believe that these
scattered crumbs warrant fealty. Come on, take
this down. We were all so fed on land that we
set upon, settled on and sown, not there to be
our own. We stood in crowds, hunched around
some tome. Not written for us, not light, not
home. It’s a sucking sound falling out, full
blown through an ear past hope. I can’t even
recall the last time we sat huddled in the abyss,
with so much time. Light, limber, not supine
and who would have thought that we all could
die. Come on now. You want to take this from
me? Or us, let’s not think selfishly. Oh come
now. Can you really believe that these scattered
crumbs warrant fealty. Come on now. Come
down.
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3. |
reservations
02:46
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How the legs run? Still
strained, still straight, still holding up. When
will the break come? How do the arms move?
So bruised, so cut, so beaten up. Never useless.
I won’t let the limbs fall off. I won’t wait for
endings. I won’t let the last fall down. I won’t
accept the carrot. With that said, let’s be very
clear. I traded youth for this and to say I’m
cheated does no justice. Lying like January and
new and change and once again, lying.
rough a March the blood, the scars were not
our faults, despite so many. I won’t let the
limbs fall off. I won’t wait for endings. I won’t
let the last fall down. I won’t accept the carrot.
You know wh
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4. |
divine economy
03:02
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Recycle the verse.
Take time to learn the lines word for word. As
all of the years trickle down you find you’re
waiting on lost returns. It’s a long drive
towards what you thought was right. You were
not want for words but could never call.
Tangled but terse, thought it lost, it was in a
locked drawer. Enlightening words from the
film and you’d found, no, you had not wanted
a son. Entangled in terms, the cost was much
more than a locked jaw. Enlightening verse
from the pew and you’d found, no, you had not
wanted a son. It’s a short ride to where we
know we’re right. You had not wanted us but
here we are. Tangled but terse, thought it lost,
it was in a locked drawer. Enlightening words
from the film and you’d found, no, you had
not wanted a son. Entangled in terms, the cost
was much more than a locked jaw.
Enlightening verse from the pew and you’d
found, no, you had not wanted a son.
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5. |
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A basement with a half dirt
floor, a rusted out iron gate to hem in a porch
or sorts. is place called home despite where
you live. An empty seat in the public library
downtown, tucked away in a corner, hidden
amongst the stacks of non-fiction on the
fourth floor. A rented room, cracked walls, a
broken radiator falling through the floor. is
couch is a bed, or a bed on the floor.
Checkered pasts, outstanding warrants, a
kitchen table littered with unpaid bills to keep
company with the eviction notice. Forgotten
authors placed precariously atop overstuffed
bookshelves and everything we have never
need but cannot live without. Board games
with pieces missing, reflecting the lives we lead
and the rules changed to meet our needs. is
is what we are, and what we are not is no
longer relevant.
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6. |
the c'mel
04:16
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Don’t let it show when they
all come down to frown upon the ark that you
have engineered. And oh, let it sink in slow
and flood the skulls with a sound that they had
never known. A simple frame cannot contain
what your little grey cells could hold, so let it
stew and blow the minds of those architects
and engineers. Don’t let ‘em doubt or say
you’re done. We did not think about it when
all the doctors said that you were coming
undone. Don’t let the chatter make you numb.
We would not think about it when all the
voices said that you were done. Don’t let ‘em
know when they come to call your hand that
you’ve gone all in on this. And oh, let it sink
real slow and flood the hull ‘till they’re neck
deep. ey will never show that their single
frame did not contain all the words you know.
So let it stew and blow the minds of those
architects and engineers. Don’t let ‘em doubt
or say you’re done. We did not think about it
when all the doctors said that you were coming
undone. Don’t let the chatter make you numb.
We would not think about it when all the
voices said that you were done. All we have is
what’s here, what you’ve built is real, and what
that song had said is unclear but I think I’ve
got the meaning.
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7. |
superior thrift
02:08
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Straight up the
Golden State Highway from Manteca. Exit at
Waterloo. East Harding, North Wilson, across
the street from the AutoZone. We’re talking
the agricultural center of the country. Linden,
Escalon down to Ceres. is is where the
people live. No, not Pacific University, not the
Haggin Museum. La Gente, Les Habitants.
We’re talking the agricultural center of the
country. Wrap your mind around that one.
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Brilliant lights strewn across a
desolate landscape, made new by night.
Brilliant lights, by day a burned out wasted
mess of brick and iron. All the fronts lie down
defeated and all the clocks expired. All of the
fronts lie down defeated and all the clocks
expired. We can take our time.
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9. |
solinary echolux
02:50
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Nope
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Just steps from where 99 splits
this valley wide the one time tricked out BMX
glides smoothly past Blue Gum Ave. where the
fields collide with housing sprawl, strip malls,
big box stores, the Stop’N Save on Standiford,
where we all go. We all go speeding past the
Dollar General store, where you would have
quit but they fired you for what we all know
was a trumped up charge for what you never
stole on the day we spent at the rented home,
where we all go. We all go through the tracts,
all the modern homes where they had no
warrant and the cause was null but we all
know. Yeah, we all know that you can take it
from me, like you could take it back. You could
take it from me, like we would take that. We
all know what it’s like to have to take that joke.
e shower gag never gets old. We all know
what it’s like to have to take that joke. e
sandal gag never gets old.
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