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Natural History
03:12
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so many people to recognize
aging dogs losing track of time
don't throw your gold in the pile
don't go giving up on being wild
facial hair and i'm deaf to a pact
made with a god who's not coming back
but good friends keep in touch when they die
that's why i can't wait for the end of time
if all dogs go to heaven
then all bugs go to brendan
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Time Loss
02:01
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someone's waiting to give you their time
someone's wasting the rest of their life
to dole out your paycheck
or keep you awake at night
like a postman in spring
choreographed thinking
insightful but cheap
to follow up with nothing
I get that it's hard
but can you show up to work on time?
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Good Luck
03:18
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i would / i can't / believe / i trust
that you can see me well enough to know
that i can see you well enough to see
you trust / believe / you can't / you would
betray
loath style, dead drum
childhood is legion where we're from
dressed like a table dressed for a party you're missing
dreams gone, heads hung, i'll go when you're done
my gods, good luck! stay true! keep touch!
so you can see me well enough to know
that i can see you well enough to say
keep touch! stay true! good luck! my gods
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4. |
Crying
03:43
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taking time with pictures of a baby
making gestures, dressed in a costume, looking familiar
holding hands, three brothers and a sister
counting ghosts for our reunion
can we go home soon?
does it have meaning?
do you have feelings?
do we get older? get boring?
did it escape me?
the web that made me
has spun its name on my changing
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Counting
02:28
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trading stocks for the bonds that bought them
trading stock for a broth-less bowl
collecting thoughts to price and hawk
selling parts to maintain a hole
flashing cards at a silent auction
flashing cards as a call to call
moving funds to trusts that falter
losing trust to further a fall
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6. |
Hopelash
04:54
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end of time, end of everything
are we dead? am i surfacing
to be born to pick that field forever?
friend of gods, how they bully you
their good times all policing you
making secrets of a truth you're telling
with the weight of all that covers you,
watch the shapes as your body goes
you'll begin again where you once started
each world's made in its own telling
in other cities, every dwelling
should we get to where we're going
i will just refuse
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7. |
Reindeer Mountain
05:14
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even when i stand on my shorter leg
i can see the top of the mountain
if you want to see the top of the mountain
you can stand on my shoulders
as I stand on my shorter leg
teenage habits: some die slowly
some grow feathers, mattress makers
slow sky falling, mountain rising
gold star rhythm: just keep trying
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8. |
Prisms
04:30
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if there's no one left to carry on like we have been for too long
turn your prisms toward the sun and turn them slowly
as you did your pockets in the hall, velvet-eared stuffed animals,
nurse their angles on the wall and thank god its over
thank god it was
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Holding
04:03
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i won't ask permission while holding the feeling, that shadowy half-light
those organs that swallow make movements, i'm alright
in curtainous chambers invisibly threading figures for fretting what's foolish
forgetting
i talk about you
do you talk about me?
i won't ask permission while holding the feeling, that harrowing signal
those muscles that gesture make shapes, form a circle
in tending to losses with meaningless movements,
i'll make like a stranger whose secrets have long limbs,
and reach for a feather, some pillowy sunbeam
to keep us together, to bind us in one dream
but i'll go without you
will you go without me?
if you find me out, do with me as you would a mirror
wet with doubt that its surface could render things clearer
this burning house, its hands in a problem's been playing out
since the age of eleven
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