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For Needed Air
05:58
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Capitalistic engines spurring rents to rise
Neighborhoods as playgrounds
Margins polarize
Stagnant wages en masse
Flippant redevelopment
Dissolving generations
Broadcast the misinformation
Misshape public opinion
Generate widespread displacement
Cavalier actions, tremors down the line
The aggregate effect, plates shift and misalign
Speak the names of the fallen
Give their plight needed breath
Shed their light upon the imprisoned
Your vigilance is required
Course correction will happen
All in due time, all in due time
The longview clears the path
For righteous Incrementalism
Course correction will happen
All in due time, all in due time
The longview clears the path
For needed air generations later
Solace in self-correction
Always when you least expect some
Solace in self-correction
Always when you least expect some
Then it hits you, in the gut
Karma, undefeated
Then it hits you, in the gut
Karma, undefeated
Solace in self-correction
Always when you least expect some
Solace in self-correction
Always when you least expect some
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Poolside Pictures
05:13
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You’re posing for poolside pictures
Magic moustached men
The cleaner, the cleaned, and the gleamer
You get in while you can
You’re broadcasting loudly across town
A dubious distraction
A coarse and forceful behavior
Come on and get it while you can
We see you, we know who you are
We see you, and we know who you are
Your formulas for fashion and illegible prescriptions
Are just the threads that suit you
You get in while you can
You’re broadcasting loudly across town
It’s a dubious distraction
A coarse and forceful behavior
Come on and get in while you can
We see you and we know who you are
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Casa Alta
05:19
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Richard implored Dora months ago
To imagine a new home
Far from familiar El Paso
Where their family could grow
A new life inside of her
The first son of their own
His confidence made it easier
Mixed hope with the unknown
Packed belongings, prepared the kids
To journey five days south
Steering their staid Missouri mules
Across the Rio Grande so vast
All their dreams manifest
Living off the land at Casa Alta
Two stories tall and of red brick
Hillside in Chihuahua
Richard’s absent father never
Passed on wealth to his son
Because he lost all, his land
To the many failed games of chance
Like a bloodthirsty bull charging
With its eyes sealed shut
Dora can’t help but worrying
Her Richard’s being similarly abrupt
Gazing into those soft brown eyes
He caressed her jet-black hair
Soothes her racing mind, so restless
With the his dreams he enjoyed to share
Dora whispers a nightly prayer
To her newborn son
The following words steel her nerve
With faith in the Supernatural above
“When, the deep grief come stealing in
And trials are hard to bear,
Tell all to me, dear, every one,
That I may have a share
Or, if temptation ‘side you stands
With his great promise false
Just think of me and stand up brave
You’ll have no deep remorse
When our good Master calls me on
To share the bliss above
One token I will leave with you-
My true unfaltering love”
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There’s something that’s keeping me from talking to you
There’s something that slips through my fingers in your points of view
We don’t remember the last time we sat at the table
We don’t remember when last we shook hands
I had a dream I was under the arch
You told me I was at the wrong hospital
It’s bad news for a sad muse
When we whistle past the graveyard
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5. |
Won't Decay
03:07
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Won’t decay, won't be scraped away
Beaten down, kicked around
Locked up, out of luck
Stolen breath, past my depth
Survived the wreck, bouncing checks
Won't decay, won't be scraped away
I'm sharpening, I'm sharpening
Apply truth like luminol, reveal the history of vitriol
Apply truth like luminol, reveal the history of vitriol
Won't decay, won't be scraped away
Beaten down, kicked around
Locked up, out of luck
Won't decay, won't be scraped away
I'm sharpening, I'm sharpening
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6. |
Yellow Walls
02:57
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This waiting room with yellow walls
And paintings of beaches
They don’t know the first thing about quiet
They don’t know the first thing about sleep
What do you think is the trouble?
I only want to stand and breathe
Do you have to put me in my place?
Do you have to look inside to where I sleep?
Nevermind the pressure rising
Forge ahead, slipping on siding
Drive on down the coast to where my bedroom is well out of view
You’re applying too much pressure on my mind
Painting worlds I don’t recognize
And I can’t tell up from down
Your cart wheels turning all around
Incessantly invading, you won’t quit
There’s not a lot for me to do
I loaded up on Lexapro
Pressed to the edge of Mexico
The side door broke apart, the camera fell on out of rear view
I stepped onto the back porch with my broom
These phone calls are sounding alarms
These messages are falling bombs
There is no peace however late
There is no quiet by this lake
We hydroplane on down the road
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Resolute
04:06
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Your words, my melody
The denial of opportunity
Exposes your rigidity
Sewn, the seeds of suspicion
Course correction to commence
Pen words with my own lens
To Illumine the contextual trends
Taking shape at my own end
Lies you needed to believe
Mechanizations of deceit
Warping perceptions with alacrity
Detonate explosives, set with no warning
Course correction to commence
We won’t listen to baseless demands
Delusions at your own hand
Vibrancy soon in command
Staving off devolution
Manifesting resolution
The lifeblood of good conspiracy
Is no proof of accuracy
Your lack of evidence
Maintains needed freshness
Course correction to commence
Personal density at the helm
It’s like breathing anew
It’s only true, only true
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I've seen your reactions
As you throw them in my face
I have heard your complaints
As you disrespect my space
Waxing waning wandering wide-eyed
Leaves landmines behind
Playing dumb and twiddling thumbs
And scheming day and night
If you don't leave me alone
You're gonna turn me into stone
Because the nights are long and the days are wrong
And resentment starts to grow
If you don't leave me alone
You're gonna find out how it goes
The nights are long and days are wrong
And your age begins to show
And do you sleep at night?
I'd like to find out what that's like
This avalanche of archives
Throws the dust into the light
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Weekend
03:26
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The overheads obscure the moon
And now it's quarter after two
The lamps and concrete light the way
They know how you don't want to stay
Looks like I like the likes of you
Without a trace you slip out
Through the hallway back to where you bloom
Sallow into bed
You’re treading in the deep end
I've seen you on the weekend
Not looking for a reason
To get ecstatic
Your cells are cruelly stricken
You've got another boyfriend
I think you have your reasons
And there you have it
You talk about all heady things
You wear your coat but not your ring
You've got an itch that you won't scratch
You've got a bug that you won't touch
You've got a mind that paces fast
A suitor who you know won't last
I'm standing here and you forget
Your eyes will catch me yet
This water only deepens
It happens on the weekend
And I don't need a reason
To get ecstatic
This story has another end
Go tell it to your boyfriend
But you don't want a new friend
And there you have it
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10. |
Out of Your Fugue Again
04:01
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Did I see your silhouette, drifting towards my bed?
Did I feel your warm breath, on the back of my neck?
Pierce the surface tension, its a chemical complexity
Must this lust and passion, end with such anxiety?
The intensity within your blue eyes
Draws me closer with desire that magnifies
Nightfall comes, please say my name as we writhe
As we lose ourselves, longevity will be mine
Intense magnetism we share
Sweetly cannibalistic and rare
For us to survive it's fight or flight
My love, I must choose the latter (former)
Need to rid your scent on my skin, the moving on must begin
A burn rate we cannot sustain, salvation as my emotions wane
Let my truth soak on through, desired reality time will prove
I'm resigned to what i must do, pull myself out of (y)our fugue
Hasten to leave, The harder I squeeze
Can’t you see, my truth will not recede
What’s destined to be, won’t struggle to breathe
Time will smooth out our volatile chemistry
Intense magnetism we share
Sweetly cannibalistic and rare
For us to survive it's fight or flight
My love, I must choose the latter (former)
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