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You Are in Paphlagonia
02:42
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Book of Hours
06:28
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i woke from it in a hollow cold sweat
every time i sleep i consume it
i want to believe in everything i see
i want to believe in everything i see
just like we're trust to our own breath
in even weeks i can't stare back
i'd lift you up i just don't care
you'd turn me in but the courts weren't open
there was time i knew i could hold you
a book of hours to guide you through
you comfort me when i don't know who you've been
there was a time where my faith was tested
i want to believe in everything
no canaries in the coalmine for me
no recollection that could get me there
i know there's love i just can't feel it
i want to believe in everything i see like a child going through his prayer book in the dead of night leaping down from the clouds
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3. |
Bow
03:16
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it's a long way to the top
i see you lining up for food
it's not the way it tastes is the smell upstaging you
i'd bet you might go belly up in weeds
for a native light that i can barely see
there ain't words enough to quell
all you need now to breathe
it's an alpine range of cowards underneath
so spite yourself and fire it off to me
you can kiss the flames
of jackbooks marching lean
i couldn't know the fear in your heart
the locked door you hold to sand in your guts
we're all souls to mine despair in tow
you know its worthless now
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4. |
Deep Black
04:12
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there is a silence you can't conceive
rest for your humors an absentee
through measured movement you can go there
whisper with devils in open air
though you don't know you're a well of doubt
you're drowning wide eyes in rumor loud
uncertain deference to paramount
the means to ends is yet ten years out
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Agnes
07:34
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there's looks like these that test resolve
let down the blanket folded
i've been through to our own end
not going there again
where were the days of come what may
was she profoundly grateful
to cut through the pallid haze
with ruddy red heart
kid sister sings a loaded song
trade words for keeping on
her yellow eyelids wrestle
lithe and loud
she thinks that life's a palindrome
where moths among us muster
engrossed in lepid states
and pale cold sighs
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6. |
Diaspora
02:47
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too soon to say her sight was born under the weight of pulling smoke with air too short among the sea of brick and tar on rooves we sat all blown apart how could you even care about the things that custom holds as pillars to our wits and hearts with teeth and loins and reticence i'm falling backwards with every breath
a peerless heart
a peerless heart
i couldn't wail
i couldn't cull some sordid bones left on way
a peerless heart i passed
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7. |
Life of the Mind
06:01
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lets take a pause to recollect the face behind the open sore
who hides beneath the emblem underneath all of it
and eyeing that to fifteen men digging from the trench again
their shovels high and tongues unfurled to disavow
so take my hand and bury me i'm jonesing for the dusky sleep
that takes me from the surging fists i've kissed and kissed among the weak
we're tossed of by malicious winds to everything and barbarisms
with depth of will we're anchored to a passive whole
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8. |
Openings
06:03
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the wood rot is mangling
through bedrock it dives deep
and i tread through openings
and after everything
opaque world adjoining claws
it holds tight it holds on
where each sprite has left me
for wormwood for burrowing
tent yourself where i lived
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9. |
Cavalcade
03:13
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thirty daggers to the heart
here's a hook for thirsting mouths
as you're bracing for the seawall swell there's no food inside your house
is it running through your mind
there's a scaffold at the end
though there's a pile of dirt for most of us it interfered in different ways
and i caught its sword
where's your winter now
and how the draft's a hollow ray
that scatters through your bearings till you're dismal and astray
what circumstances give you pause
i can't tell you there's nothing to hide
though the mirror lies you're reconciled i can see it serpentine
and i caught it sword
a blackened wall of fire
there ain't strength enough for two
nothing's young enough to rise again
there's no cavalcade for you
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i'm in antwerp dreaming on counting houses
were they withdrawn
seems nothing speaks to a liar's worth than where his soul is kept
there's rows and rows of cobblestone
leading somewhere overrun
you speak in pieces; fire breath though you don't know the first of it
on wooden floors you genuflect to the old and stolid caste
the world revolves around the sun and nothing else and for no one
it turns half-truths against themselves
the rot is coming the ice will melt
ancien regime is anyone lying moldering in dirt
where's the modern printing press
where's the english bible, ascendant man
i don't think i can bear the torch for an enlightenment that's underscored
i'm reticent beneath the walls
there's no letting up on growth at all
but i'd drown myself for you to hear the world's not run from where you are
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11. |
The Jacquard Loom
05:50
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it's haute to say there's no future now
no hearts and minds for winning out
the household deeds decrepit vines stifle and twist around
the hands made to plead for viscous gas
drink from the well's inertial past
bucolic gatherings of crosses wait to lead you onwards
it's haute to eat your own alive
dark hoods once hid at mercy's sight
clandestine steps up as the overgrown perverse surrounds us
what am i now if not a luddite throwing looms into its mouth
interred low in shady refuge with the wolves i'm skulking
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