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Dromaius Novaehollandiae
03:43
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Anticipate this hostile contact
Petrify with our battle cry
Numbering in fifty-thousand mundivagant entities
This presentation of inflation will go down in
Obscurity
If only we found the means to realize the end
Take instead a solipsistic view of figuring your way out
Play with fire we’ll burn away together
Talk of flightless birds bringing me down
Play with fire we’ll burn away together
Talk of flightless birds bringing me down
Painting speak their minds of all the times they’d gone and
Lost their lives and changed the tides of evolu-
Tion with their prejudice against this violent
Ratite compliant
If only we found the means to realize the end
Take instead a solipsistic view of figuring your way out
Play with fire we’ll burn away together
Talk of flightless birds bringing me down
Play with fire we’ll burn away together
Talk of flightless birds bringing me down
Play with fire we’ll burn away together
Talk of flightless birds bringing me down
(Play with fire we’ll burn away together
Talk of flightless birds bringing me down)
Something speaks in steely silence
Pictures pointing poisoned praise of
George and Major Meredith their
Conquest of the Cassowary
Take a leap of faith and go with
Me out of this haunted house we’ll
Flee from fiber fabrications
Ghosts of past and walls impaired
Burn away we’ll burn away
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Winter
Surreptitious
Meeting
Of expeditious
Matchbook
Proxy siblings
Propinquity inspiring
Promise taken
Conflagration
Explicating
All their woes
Oh ghost of Harry Truman
Why won’t you listen
If anyone could please hear me I would thank them
Zelda Fitzgerald won’t you
Lend me your name and
Take me to the place they hid you away
for me beneath the lights
Small town
Imbrication
Furtive
And slight elation
River
Running through it
Your voice
So mellifluous
Pyrrhic meeting
Bucolic dream
Evanescent
Limerence
Incandescent tree
Wither wander from me
I’ll try
Finding you asleep
Beneath the willow branch
At night
Effervescent scraps
of wisps of scarves and sleeves
we’ve dyed
Reds and aubergines
Remembering it all
In spite
Take me to the lake
To see the place my sister wept
Fear and broken things
the dark and the loss of her name
In that run down home
I saw your filthy spirit roam
Incandescent tree
Wither wander from me
I’ll try
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Once Again, to Zelda
00:56
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Nothing to See Here
05:44
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It starts as a spine
Lost in the fire
Tell me your name
Crazy and twenty-three
I will burn you to ashes
And all your anger that keeps them here
You search for the rhyme scheme
But this prison becomes a home if you have a key
Dear brother I just want to know
If you’ve decided to let yourself believe
Tentative breeze
Tenuous meeting
Fiber belief
Filigree sleeping
For upon my name I can be nothing but a failure lost sequestered to the bottom of the lake
But I promise you will see you’ll climb this mountain you and he and leave it all behind this rotten fate
You search for the rhyme scheme
But this prison becomes a home if you have a key
Hey brother, the dog wants to know
If you’ve decided to stop being so goddamn weak
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Librarians in Uproar
04:22
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I hate mourning people while they’re still alive
You’ve got a chip on your shoulder and a wish to die
Got me feeling Hemingway while you’re quoting Mary Wollstonecraft
Apathy in vain to see if I will give a damn for
Any one of these excuses for empathy would be
Better than me and my tendency for self deprecation
You told me this ain’t a feeling it’s a war
Won’t you come and buy me while I’m selling myself
Short again
In the end
We’ll find ourselves are rather insignificant pair
And all of our problems
Have the audacity to pretend to be
Bigger than ourselves
What a shame it would be to find
We offered more than this
And while you’re getting work done
I’m giving death a quick one in the shed
You told me this ain’t a feeling it’s a war
So won’t you come and buy me while I’m selling myself
Short again
All that Kafka and Kierkegaard
Drifts away when you’re in the dark
And all that’s left is the light flickering in my hand
Four thousand hours of burning my head out I’m burning away from you
And I’ve never been so scared in my whole life
As I am now I don’t think I’ll ever survive
You be the fox and I’ll be the hound
let’s both die together and then change the ending when the film comes around
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In a house by the lake
A daughter recognizes the old shape
My splintered specter spatially resolved
To wait and while away the wistful dregs they’ve handily absolved
Of any intimation gifted me my clever carnival
Without the patricidal poetry parade across the walls
I would grasp your hand in mine and snap your fragile little bones
Don’t listen to a word I say I’ll only break your soul
Come reach into the abattoir
You’ll see perennial violence
I’m sorry
In the end
We abandoned
Our homes
She and I
At the depths
Of the ocean
Tears indistinguishable
From the salty water
The narrative
Shifts its focus
That shoe in the road
Reminded me of his blackened throat
And his battle scars of bullets and pneumonia
Lying in the middle of
This empty home
I curse the words I’d say to you and contemplate the things I’d do
If only that damned dirty lake hadn’t taken you from me that day
In a house by the lake
I weep the day my father passed away
You were the only one who meant anything to me
Anything to you, I mean
(Don’t say a single word to me, I’ve said, I won’t, forget, but now, I
know, I let, you go)
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Time, Despondent
00:30
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Feltzen South
03:35
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My brother made him in the river as he
Translates all his love into
Zeroes and ones all-encompassing his
Fear of the natural human tendency for
Nihilistic reprieve for hope
Brother dear this fear is exponential
Take it slow, we’ll move in time with the
Breathless eyes that stare in awe
Amarillo calls its name to me
Spreading your wings
And sentencing
So won’t you gently take my hand and follow
And waltz softly on his calm
Oh my brother how he wills himself a
Wayward and hopeless dissident of passion
And those who would cling to hope
Sister dear this fear is existential
Forgive me for my brevity
I am but a mundivagant entity
You’ll climb these mountains you have known
And to the depths, he will wander all alone
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