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Intro/Helps Sleep
00:48
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Incorruptible
04:53
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The circus was never coming to town
No ones pitching tents, no colorful clowns
Or elephant ears
But didn't you know the monkey was always miserable?
He sat there in his cage
Like the bust of some great saint
Look at how that saint is painted
His face is covered with lines
And his robe is red stitched with gold
While the monkey sat grey and hunched
He cranked his box for no one
And have you heard of gorilla meat?
Poor brown eyes, poor brown eyes
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Vermin/Venom
02:41
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Spent all year in Vermin/Venom
Vermin/Venom
I laugh inside a room, yeah laughing
hahaha laughing
But I live to lay inside this hole
Yeah I live to lay inside this hole
and its getting darker, outsides hotter,
digging deeper, moving farther down
Like a worm inside an apple
a poison apple
Queen, she won't eat, she prefers pears
And I prefer pears
oh yeah!
And we love to lay inside this hole!
Yeah we live to lay inside this hole
and its getting darker, outsides hotter
digging deeper, moving farther down
*yelping*
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4. |
Bosc
01:52
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5. |
Down the Well
03:49
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What a long night its been trying to stay up to meet the sun
Its never cold, its never cold, and the wind never blows
While I'm hoping to sail, looking out for that whale
Who is off in the loft of some awful grey ocean bed
It's sad he feels that way, his moans are way too loud
I can hear them from the deck and from the sleeping quarters
Those long lonely words
I eat sandwiches with the whores on the shore
We sleep together every night with out clothes on and the candles out
We talk about the dreams we've had inside out sleeping bags
And how we're bringing in money, somewhat well rested
Their hair looks so good when the light is dim and the ice is cool
But where's the quiet? Where's silence?
Where's loneliness and violence?
They're down the well
So down the well I'll go
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6. |
Beneath the Boat
03:03
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Absently walking through leaves
covered in dirt and the worms that live there
I fell asleep counting out these worms
And woke up in a dark arcade, everyone had gone home
Things have really gotten quite strange
The tiger's been declawed but given a bone to chew on
But I don't think that it's the same
I think children are getting smaller
I think the sun is getting hotter
I'll miss the polar bears when they're gone
Though I don't think I've ever seen one
In the wild
I spent the winter sleeping in palms
watching the red sun, cooking bark I read by the northern lights
Your hand, its lights, the veins and I boiled out a little fortune that read:
"Everything was made for you to hold,
You will die with your pants down
Beneath the sun and drying river
Swollen hands, sunken scripture
There'll be nothing left for you to hold"
I placed it on a catholic leaflet, I took the stack from the pastor
who was handing them out
I went home, made a papier-mâché skull
And hung it from the ceiling and watched it dance around
Till I fell back asleep
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8. |
Play Us Out, Jim
01:52
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Holly
04:06
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Holly lost her baseball, Sammy went to go and find it
She's hiding her snail shell, Sammy's in the woods now all alone
And he's climbing a tree
And the suns going down
And the grass is still wet
And the cold's coming now
Holly's in the basement, Sammy's at the top of the stairs
He's coming down from benzos, shes lying in her raincoat dreaming
While her fathers asleep
And the rains coming down
Through the cracks in the roof
Thank God for buckets
And its so long to the fading
And its so long to the faded
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11. |
Zimmer Cryo
03:05
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12. |
The Cruise
05:04
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I'm on a cruise ship, and I'm wearing all white
i can no longer see land but I can hear a dog panting
I open the closet door and there's the dog
his tongue is hanging and his legs behind his ears
he lunges and latches onto my throat
a red stream trickles onto my trousers
and the sun sets
the midnight buffet. I walk in and everyone stares
my neck is pink, from the sun
shrimp after shrimp after shrimp
they fall out of my throat
the waiters walk by carrying trays of skewered olives
the olives are my eyes and I am drowning now,
beneath the boat, through the steam room
sweaty, hacking hammers, workers turned to coal
But no, back up, through the barracks, and the carpet
I'm in this room, my throat is fine, I'm full of shrimp
and olives. i kiss the waiters shoes and they shine like never before
he kicks the dog, who squeals, and my throat is gone again
and the floor is full of shrimp
and swimming beneath it all in the near empty sea, somewhere, there's a whale
filtering a crowd of krill through his thin teeth
he grows fat and is turned into oil, lighting the lamps in the dorms
the oil, all over the floor, and rats, covered in the stuff
like little whales, their fur matted, their eyes bright and beady
like two bearings, like shrimp, mine green, mine red,
mine matted, and pierced, yes I am an olive
skewered, resting in a martini on the captains bar
he steadies the stem before lifting the glass
knocking it back, leaving only one olive
and now I am his drunkenness as he
hobbles onto the outer deck
still white, and I am the leaning on the rail
but not the moon reflecting in the water
and not his reach for the moonlight
but I am with him as he falls (with his throat)
to the sea, and falls slowly beneath
the surface as the moons shine fades
a darker blue, darker still, till black
but no I am on the carpet, blue, in the dining room
on a captains ship, full of shrimp, all in this room
some pink still but headless, some already a frozen grey,
and still with their mouths and bearing eyes
like rats, but more black, die wassermaus
can you smell where we're headed? thats trash island
thats the frozen square. like a jellyfish, we float around
through icebergs and pittsburgh, lone 4 by 4 islands
with palm tree, two coconuts, and a bearded man
SOS ship, the burning fronds say, the fronds are prawns and
prawns shrimp, krill even, and we sing, sink, then swim
along to meet our captain, a relic at the bottom of the sea
sinking along with the anglers and the steam of the earth
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13. |
How You Turned Out
03:41
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Dylan Marx California
Moths, Clownfisher, Dylan Marx, The Sandman, Oracle of Light, Purveyor of Goods, Great Overtaker, Stopping by for Soup, Standing on the Corner with a Glass of Water, Dumping it out on the Sidewalk, missed the plants, missed the plant, went back, wrote a postcard, postmarked it, forgot to address it, sitting in a big mail room waiting to be sorted, sort of open to that ... more
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