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The Going Away Party
02:35
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We're at the gates of our heavenly host.
Sugar and cream on a fur coat.
Sugar and cream down your throat.
It's only a few days until our demise.
We're having a feast then we die,
so give up your keys.
You're running everywhere to hide.
You find a coward waiting.
The udder is full and there's nothing as pure.
So drink like the roots.
Suck like the roots.
Two fingers in peace and two more in the wound.
We know how to clear a room,
gettin' high on the fumes.
You're running everywhere to hide.
You find a coward waiting.
That's the price, that's the price per pound.
That's your lies, that's your lies out loud.
She was brilliant, fit, and popular
A pleasure to work alongside
Smelling sweeter than the platitudes
she exchanged while standing in the line, the lunch line.
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2. |
The Personality
03:11
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Counting losses with your wand
and I intend to find
patterns that repeat in time.
Charming creases will unfold.
A tried and true approach.
Bold and brazen, wagging so...
Unbearable, but quite immaculate
that wall of teeth.
A slew of epithets
from you.
Softened by the glass.
I'm careening like a truck
without breaks on bends.
How much more can you withstand?
Slept away and stayed aloof.
No, I don't want the truth.
Just more of your brand of abuse.
I'll wash you out. Gonna rinse you down.
Acolytes cling to you.
Your victims, slain.
Slashed down my back,
bled down the drain.
No sentiment,
no photographs,
no urns, no ash.
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Now:
logs are sawed into halves,
lain long,
made into a raft.
The water flows out of the mouth.
I float.
Calm and satisfied smile
on my face.
Memory erased.
No beginning and no...
Spoiler alert, loyal viewers.
They won't be returning this year, as their
contract was "insufficient, stifling,
revoking their privileges" and with
a rude dismissal we sent them walking
to the lip of the bottomless pit.
Wrote them right out of the script,
played it off sweet as pie,
and we feigned our regrets,
it was all for our benefit.
Raging and cuffed at the scene,
they bent their necks in the cage.
Of rubbish we're rid
as the lights slowly dim
and we take a
bow.
No beginning and no...
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4. |
A Virtue
03:12
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Make a plan to escape and I'll probably go.
Take the wheel, I'll just stare out the window.
Burn the map, I don't care where we end up.
Answering, but the phone doesn't ring,
'cause I'm just fooling myself.
Didn't have much to say but I had a good time.
Stay busy drinking so I'm not doing nothing.
Is there a virtue in the absence of wanting
anything but a good seat?
You make history, yeah, I'll just watch.
I wanna save myself and give up at the same time.
Either way, I'm fine.
Still half alive,
I'll still wait in line for that handshake
with my eyes shut.
Is this punishment for being scared?
Is there something else I hadn't noticed?
So detailed, defined?
Impressions, past lives
Determined, all sighs.
My timeline is revised
Shame shredded so fine.
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5. |
A Smallish Game
03:58
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A sliver of light cut straight through the fog.
A visible path had not been seen for days.
When it emerged, the strays did arch their backs.
They wove in and out in the form of an obscene hex.
Their yowls so sour.
Try in my good ear, please.
I beg your pardon, oh
excuse me, sir
I got lost, the mirage led me astray.
As a fast talking salesman swindles,
thread pulled off the spindle.
Overflowed, as you and I walked in the park.
I had no thoughts of the future
Trapped, free in the open, so deceived.
Run for cover, oh, become the color of the yolk.
Rattling chains of a Christmas ghost haunting you.
Run for cover, oh, become the color of the yolk
A smallish game the hunter smote.
Known to evade every battlefield
An infantry of lonely thoughts conform
Are glad to comply
with terms and conditions that
arouse my suspicions
I took it in and wrong.
I'm preparing for a warm escape,
so hold your breath and wait
and please go slow.
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6. |
A Terrible Win
03:58
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Intake
A room to wait
A form to fill out
Dull doubt,
malaise
Sleep tight and
never let it show on your face.
Placate, loosen their grip
you never had the guts, you had everything but
keep it locked and shut and just learn to behave
a model slave.
They keep a record of errors
They keep offenders at bay
Converting dollar amounts for getting excellent grades.
Analyze your motives
everything that you say
Keep an eye on your actions
Take you out of the game.
Hear the fading clamor, marvel at the dawn,
memories of amber, extracted from the sun exploding.
Worship bullets grazing cheeks of fabled lords
the holy blood runs thin, salt stinging their tongue
in a terrible win.
Hear the fading clamor, marvel at the dawn,
Obscured by smoke they stand, ash smudged in their squint,
poised and aiming
Worship bullets grazing cheeks of fabled lords
A boot plants its claim, in a terrible win, a terrible end.
The edges of plots begin in a terrible end, terrible win.
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7. |
The Plaintive Optimist
02:20
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I guess I'm sitting this one out
That ship just sailed into the storm
Its sails are sewn with my regrets
This bridge will burn to keep us warm.
At least this glass is half full
so blindly optimistic
keeps me reliable at best.
My confidence is shaking
can't find the concentration
it's incomplete, I can't connect
Unsure, not seen.
I need to figure this one out
this drought is signal to explore
the starry sanctimony fills
the ears that cannot hear the war.
These plaintive songs are reserved
for the strongest absence of grace.
Searching for an answer
Stopping now to wonder.
Unsure, unseen.
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A gloved hand signals in distress
as the season drains clogged with leaves
there is no response indifference negate emergency,
just like we've become cold and estranged.
an unfamiliar looking to you for a second chance.
Splitting lids, an open maw stretched, fuming, all but broken
I paid you off, vanished in the morning feeling tense and eager
Never thought I'd sleep this close to my enemy.
Swept behind a wall of your dark fortress, I was never safe.
(the stitches come loose
my cover was thin and now blown
barely breathing in the face of fear
sore and exposed)
The roof caved in from the weight.
Their hounds have picked up a trace.
There are things the human heart endures
not worth sharing.
When you're failing, swept out in the waves,
there's no pulling you in, pulling you in.
Forced to put some distance in the space,
shaped like your shame.
When they see you wrecked, in disarray,
they turn cold and go.
Isn't anything they haven't known.
It's not worth sharing.
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Inny Portland, Oregon
Not a outie
Brody M: guitar, vocals
Dan O'Hara: bass guitar
Tuviya Edelhart: drums
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