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Champions

by Dylan Marx

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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
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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Bosc 01:52
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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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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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Holly 04:06
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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Zimmer Cryo 03:05
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The Cruise 05:04
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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released May 23, 2018

Everything by Dylan Marx, except for the trumpet on Incorruptible which was by Dina Marshalek, the clarinet on Incorruptible and Holly, which was done by Jason Elhaderi, and the harp on There Are Actual Places Outside, which was done by Risa Rubin. Eternal thanks to Alex Harris, Swan Draper, Pao Yumol, and Matt Maruskin for playing these songs live.

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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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