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Road work
03:06
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It doesn’t matter what we talk about
i’m still in the space between the words and the sound
they’re drilling on Angell, repaving the roads
i’m back in Chicago with your voice in my throat
Oh hear the buildings that shutter in place, and then relax
All the same bedrock
All the same glacial sheets
That had once clogged the valleys and had dammed up the streams
Oh hear the echo from the lips of the land
The questions and answers that ruptured the roads
The cracks in the pavement and the splits in the stone
All cast in concrete to fit under homes
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Lana Del Rey
04:25
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my hair done up just like a queen
all tied back in the space between
the golden rooms above the street
To hold me close is to hold me down!
(w/ scepter chalice blanket cape & crown)
the face behind the fingernail
unexposed to snow & sleet & hail
O Lana tough & mean & frail!
so know who you are speaking like
or hearing wrong or seeing right tonight
the voice is yours & yours to keep
the notes will ring out as you sleep in gowns
of silk that gather round your feet
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Pemberton
03:10
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The 10th day of 1860
Stars in the sky in the shape of an arrow
The sermons sweep in through my brother
The lights never dim and the walls never narrow
I’m trying my best to stay in your orbit
Beams of light all around you
Twisting around the wives and their patterns
The lives and the tatters that boil the sky
[Kate Bush:]
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud
It all goes slow-mo
I don’t know why I’m crying
Am I suspended in gaffa?
Not till I’m ready for you
The 10th day of 1860
Stars in the sky in the shape of a cross
Like a broken arm’s cast iron frame
The 5-story holy and story book lost
I’m trying my best to stay out of the corner
Beams a-light all around you!
Embers in a winter’s sky
The money we made together
300 feet long and 80 feet wide
We can’t stay here forever
[Kate Bush:]
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud
It all goes slow-mo
I don’t know why I’m crying
Am I suspended in gaffa?
Not till I’m ready for you
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The salt licks taste like nothing!
So what are we still working for
New slate every morning
When wrist reveals with the eye desires now
cause I have followed what cleaves into countless angles
But I’ll no longer crane my neck round the bends of the hours
The silver lines and stains unheld
No willow, urn, and cherub
The things that mark my place
Oo, if I can feel it
embedded in the evening
Oo, before I can reach it
I chisel through the day
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5. |
New bridge 2
01:38
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Smudged glass song
03:13
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Seven weeks is a long time
Just enough to pick up all the laundry off the floor
Seven weeks through the melted glass
Just enough to know what isn’t shifting into focus
Enough to walk with pen & pad
Or to run with something not quite close to romance
Green light on the town’s lines
Where the bricks are made from cinnamon and turmeric and Clove
And that house where the paths meet
And divide as they cross themselves like intersecting streets
And in the dark, in the closest thing to dark, I had just laid down to rest, and where:
I don’t know, in the places where the corners should’ve met,
where the dust won’t collect now
Eight weeks is a long time
To scrape out all the crumbs that had collected in your purse
Enough to gather some momentum
And shake off every caked and dried up clump of summer
And I’ve got nothing left to hide!
Laps & lapses round the stilted cliffs of Transit
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Beneath the city
02:41
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if thin rails are aluminum spines that hinge on the spines of the busy
then they walk on the backs of the skyline and wave from the top like a flag
look just how easy the hang of the lips and eyes
i'd want to see me just dangling between those lines
[live forever in the ground!
tollund woman safe and sound!]
i sense in the city we live by
scars that divide up the dirt
and still trapped under bricks in the garden
stilled by the blood and the worms
i live in a powerful building,
tall and white as the sun!
but thin rails keep the ceiling from tilting
when bones of the earth come undone
flat on my back
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Pushing through the city
To find love
in lesions where the garden veins break through the flesh of stone
Is like bobbing apples
In the mud
At least the packs of people underground don’t feel alone
No shadow over me
How the thick and vested shut the gates
Unleashed & blind unruly & all sickened by their weight
Taking everything that moves across their plate
No shadow over me
No shadow to believe
No matter overseas
No shadow over me
Kill all cops, let us
lead them to their grave, where it’s
safe and sound
Those who point the finger
will not know the truth
Led by hands of justice
White and
Red and
Blue
Burnt in Fire
Steeled by Sadness
Forged with Metal Bars
Now They Are Working Hard For You
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Limestone bed
03:28
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Don’t keep the light on
I’m leaving in the morning
Oh I’m counting the floorboards
I am packing up all the pieces of the home I’ve yet to build
Don’t stay the night long
The building shutters its eyelids
Oh I tiptoe beneath it
Where the roots of the city fork into tense & tangled knots
My friends all gathered on the coastline
How the veins in the granite come alive
The slabs of sky that will scrape above Rhode Island
Oh aye, the shavings rain down just like ribbons untied & catching on the periwinkle bay
So keep your limestone
I’ll meet you in the quarry
Oh I wasted a few months
Kicking pebbles around all morning in the Central Fall(ing) light
My friends all gathered on the coastline
How the veins in the granite come alive
Underneath we don’t think about it most times:
How the land crumbles into the tide.
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11. |
Sailor's Moon
02:58
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So you’re confident
I fall asleep on the kitchen table
So set out to see them / sea then
And throw out the line to who’s willing or able Through every lull
The waves are lapsing forwards, on
I left my body in the bathroom long ago
Tonight there’s a Dreamworks moon,
May the parking lot spaces all blossom like two lips And my long hair, I look like myself:
A woman all woven and funny and foolish
And in the land
The hills are sewn to match
The palm of my hand
All sweaty all the rain
So content
So unspent
Sew your confidants / confidence
Close to the patches all worn on your sleevecuffs I pick at the stitches
Just try to unravel enough to appease us
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12. |
Stay put
03:05
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Depending on who you ask
Who will keep the furnace running?
Smoke climbing careful out the neck of the home
Just north of the railway pines
The peregrine keeps its family decorated in the tinsel of earth and trees
What are you, babe, if not gunfire and girlscout?
What am I if not pleased?
In dust & despair I will braid your hair
O towel and chair in the day.
With dinner before me I will take what's there
In time & in tomb I will stay put.
They've coal in the living room
No more need for all this yearning
The naked and the driven and hot
The house carved by the holy ones and warmed by the heathen zeroes
We clean up the mess and start again, unspeaking
(The sound of the willow whistle)
What are you, babe, with your hands slow and beholden?
Basil, sugar, beer and salt and wine
In dust & despair I will braid your hair
And when you lay before me, I will take what's there
In time & in tomb I will stay.
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Asher White Providence, Rhode Island
new shoes. birthday is feb 21 2000
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