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Meat Chunks
02:45
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3. |
The Artist's Touch
01:12
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Sitting down on the john
I can feel a strange sensation coming on
Into the mirror I begin to stare
I notice that I’m not even there
No one can see me
While I’m pooping
No one can see me
While I’m pooping
No one can see me
While I’m pooping
No one can see me
While I’m pooping
‘Cause I’m invisible
‘cause I’m invisible
‘cause I’m invisible
I’m invisible
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4. |
L(attitude)
02:00
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You know how it feels to be standing next to someone, accidentally, awkward
Interactions, hands touch, accidental, lateral, repeating myself
You know how it feels
Latitude
You know how that feels
I don’t mean to be rude
But where do you get off?
Please keep your hands away from the dial
Socialism, don’t forget I made my own religion
On a mission, on my nation, homie, hold me still like a photo picture
Only kill on Nintendo systems
Only frills if I intend to be bullsh**
When did we swole
Friend of these old
Dickinson sisyphus with the sycophants in its and its soap
Lichtenstein literal, ditch divine pictural
Bits of my minerals
Sip sublime syllables
I don’t want to be anonymous
I don’t want to be left alone
I don’t want to be synonymous
With the sound that ever went
Boom boom boom boom
Boom boom boom
I don’t want to be anonymous
I don’t wanna, wanna
I don’t mean to be rude
But where do you get off?
Please keep your hands away from the dial
I don’t mean to be rude
But where do you get off?
Please keep your hands away from the dial
I don’t want to repeat myself
Please don’t make me repeat myself
And I don’t want to repeat myself
Please don’t make me repeat myself
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5. |
Lost
03:51
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Stuck behind our throats, lost air, the forgettable
sounds unheard in the house’s walls.
Lost
Lost
Lost
Kisses drip from the bathtub faucet and echo through the vocal fabric
But all is gone
Lost
Lost
Lost
Lost
Here with myself,
as I always was— closed-eyed—squeezing
tears to corners of a pillow.
Here with myself,
as I always was— closed-eyed—squeezing
tears to corners of a pillow.
Lost
Lost
Lost
Lost
Lost
Lost
Let me hold someone else, test my breathing
But I’m tangled in me alone
Thrilled eyes as big as love crumbs peer around the hallway corner
The blinds pulled and shade covers these places. Snow, a reminder of unseen faces
And all was gone
Here with myself,
as I always was— closed-eyed—squeezing
tears to corners of a pillow.
Let me hold someone else, test my breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
But I’m tangled in me alone
Take the human form and pull
pain from each part of the body—
cold vast chamber, this man wanders
towards the moon.
Lost
Lost
Lost
Lost
Lost
Lost
Lost
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6. |
Shifting The Balance
03:26
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7. |
Naked Grandma
03:34
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Not again
I can’t deal with this sh** no more
Naked grandma
Naked grandma
I don’t want to see your naked grandma
Naked grandma
Naked grandma
I don’t want to see your naked grandma
Naked grandma
Naked grandma
I don’t want to see your naked grandma
Naked grandma
Naked grandma
I don’t want to see your naked grandma
I’m sick and tired of this mess
Feel like I’ll throw up again
My days need some redemption
Or else I’m leaving you
This is a disaster
Can you make it leave faster?
Ma’am, where’s your pastor?
I think this granny needs some prayer
Save yourself, children
This sight is not for you
Close your eyes, heed them
This is a nightmare come true
Somebody come get her
Her prunes are getting prunier
Get her before I have to
Bury myself before her
Naked grandma
Naked grandma
I don’t want to see your naked grandma
Naked grandma
Naked grandma
I don’t want to see your naked grandma
Naked grandma
Naked grandma
I don’t want to see your naked grandma
Naked grandma
Naked grandma
I don’t want to see your naked grandma
I love my wife a lot
She brightens all my days
But how she bares herself
Scares away the youth
Over the years we’ve fought
So much my eyes have glazed
It no longer hurts me
When she gets in a mood
Time and time again I tell her
Keep your clothing on yourself and
Spare some kids the scars they’ll have
Until they’re old and smart enough to
Know you didn’t mean to harm them
You were only self-expressing
In your very special way
Although to most it is depressing
Naked grandma
Naked grandma
I don’t want to see your naked grandma
Naked grandma
Naked grandma
I don’t want to see your naked grandma
Naked grandma
Naked grandma
I don’t want to see your naked grandma
Naked grandma
Naked grandma
I don’t want to see your naked grandma
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8. |
I Can't Say
02:31
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Tripping down the scales of life we tickle certain certainties
So certain keys vibrate so sweet
We pile so high into our Jeep
Careen our dunes and wallow in
The waves we splash in ghosts of graves
Of moments once we gave, we fell
We cut our teeth on the gates of hell
Oh
I can’t say
I can’t say
Thank you, babe
Thank you, babe
For seeing me the way I be
We laugh so much we have pee
Oh
We count our blessings two by two
We laugh, we sneeze, we say, “achoo”
And even as you hear these words
Your mind flies farther than the farthest birds
Satellite comes beaming in
The message is as clear as sin
Don’t talk, don’t wait
It’s way too late
Just kiss your mate and celebrate
Oh
I can’t say
I can’t say
Thank you, babe
Thank you, babe
For seeing me the way I be
We laugh so much we have pee
Well
I can’t say
I can’t say
Thank you, babe
Thank you, babe
For seeing me the way I be
We laugh, we laugh, we have pee
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9. |
Bite The Bicycle
03:34
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Do nothing
I’m not mad, I’m not
But this is the truth that I live with
I shall never sleep calmly again
As the night slithers into my room
It is joined by a loathsome but nameless dread
A nameless, gelatinous, pulpy green slime that comes seeping
Into my head
This dark, oozy thing
Though a dream, is no dream
It is anything but ethereal
Its voice not a voice, has a color
It’s black with a darkness that’s almost material
The story begins with my uncle who’s dead
Who was jostled to death with a bang
By a dark and mysterious nautical man
Who was quietly ushered away
If only I’d known the things I know now
I would not have agreed to his will
And read in his papers the things I would read
The things that haunt me still
These things I must tell
So that none of you merge
On this road with me
Down into hell
And then join me in sinking
To depths of despair
Please, don’t join me
I swear I shall never sleep calmly again
Never
Sleep calmly
Again
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11. |
Summer Sun
01:27
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12. |
Dried Flowers
02:47
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14. |
Ali Long The Watchtower
01:37
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15. |
Blod
02:31
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16. |
Planet Clunk
04:35
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17. |
Letting Go
03:08
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Just never happen
Always seem to me
What becomes of it
Never get my fix
Where are your friends now?
Can’t pretend to know how
You make of what this is
I feel you slipping away
The touch is always the same
Maybe should not be so caring
Why couldn’t it work?
I cannot make this worse
Stuck on a memory
Don’t stand so close to me
You talk your learned words
Your wheels I see them turn
For what purpose?
I feel you slipping away
The touch is always the same
Maybe should not be so caring
They keep me on the outside
Nowhere do we board to hide
My voice used only for muzzling
I feel you slipping away
The touch is always the same
Maybe should not be so caring
They keep me on the outside
Nowhere do we board to hide
My voice used only for muzzling
I feel you slipping away
The touch is always the same
Maybe should not be so caring
Caring
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Nyentek Chicago, Illinois
An “adventurer in electronic sounds-poetry” whose music is “mind-bending, at times blissfully bizarre.”
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