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Information
05:22
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Information, or A Confessional
Waiting for friends to
Un-cling from the balustrades
Descending the stairs
I say come join me, please
Join us
This is a joint effort
Supplanted by me
Because that’s my name
Jacob, the supplanter
Usurper of Esau
But also deceiver
I don’t want to uproot kingdoms
Until I am alone as an island
Because I don’t believe in kingdoms
I suppose there’s THE Kingdom
But I do wrestle with angels
The protests clashed through
The echo chamber into
Halls of ice and grub
All for the better
And I thought that was a strike
That mattered
I felt radical then
Now look what the world’s become
Plant your webbed feet on
Thatched roofs til the white-shirt comes
Pushing modern times
Wrote an essay
On green anarchism
Green as in environmental
Green as in inexperienced, virgin
Green as in envious
On optimism
It wasn’t picked up
Not even the underground media
Took an interest in my words
To catch the moment
Open everything and just
Be at the center
Scratch that
I don’t want naturalism
I deal in dreams
Not in sentimentalism
Where comedy dies
And tragedy is sapped of its glory,
Its weight, its impact,
Its certitude,
Which is something I value
Perhaps my friends and family can tell this
Or perhaps it’s the opposite
Some days, it seems the latter is true
Raucous howling wind
Stirring up my decadent
Dreamscapes through the night
Train switches its tracks
And rust rubs, dignified,
Pulling the masses
Tomorrow the men
Will sit on resined wood and
Drink a toast
Red carpet pictures
Morph with the pangs of shame and
Guilt found only here
So keep chipping away
And just describe rays of light
On the water
Cross the bridge
And move with them from sunrise
To sundown
One good stateside
One good here
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Privacy
03:44
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When there is nothing but us
Love is always there
Love is always there
When there is something other than us
The love evaporates
Slips away for a day
Love, love, love, love, love
Is here, here
And I, I, I, I, I
Will hold you dear
Stretch all my limits
Do the damage only to
Find yourself again
Lose yourself again
Find a new way later on
Ad infinitum
Love, love, love, love, love
Is here, here
And I, I, I, I, I
Will hold you dear
Love, love, love, love, love
Is here, here
And I, I, I, I, I
Will hold you dear
Stretch all my limits
Do the damage only to
Find yourself again
Lose yourself again
Find a new way later on
Ad infinitum
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Smokescreens
03:35
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Sunrise, sunset but
Sun in the sky we often
Forget; no longer
We’re getting stronger
Playwright shuffles down
The banister, looking for
A face and a voice
Not planning to have a choice
When will you admit to your crimes?
When will you admit to your crimes?
When will you admit to all the things you want to forget?
Coffee-stained carpet
And pictures half-remembered;
Stilted only sons
Never shamed and never shunned
We need laughing stocks,
Saviors of the working class
When they come from wealth
Just train ‘em up for stealth
When will you admit to your crimes?
When will you admit to your crimes?
When will you admit to all the things you want to forget?
When will you admit to your crimes?
When will you admit to your crimes?
When will you admit to all the things you want to forget?
What if I say nothing at all?
What if I say nothing at all?
What if I admit to all the things I want to forget?
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Martini
06:10
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I dance in Cannes with the girls
Moods of the mystic, cheap wine, and the world
Numbing to the core, damnable, deplorable
My nurturing and Slavic blood
Lead to rejection of all that we love
No enjoyment for the waging holy war
Let’s have a parade
And hand the day back to a God that saves
Get up, get in, get with me
Slick as a rock
Straight as a wet martini
Words are your focus
Sculpt, a craftsman, sickles cut
Just grains for supper
Don’t disappoint your mother
Drunken monks
Holiday brunch
Keep the excess if you can control
The rock ’n roll in your soul
All with a parallax view
Paralyzed on a parachute
Floating but falling
And calling your name
Here only by virtue
Of pity and shame
Pleasure, pain
Loss, gain
Fame and shame
They’re all the same
Debauchery unstacked and packed
And analyzed for profit cries,
Smacks of desperation
And death of all the nation
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