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The Cavalry Call
03:55
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Open the door!
Draw the gates!
Wash the nurse!
The cavalry call!
Open the door!
Draw the gates!
Wash the nurse!
Draw the lance!
Settle the horse!
Fill the sheepskin!
Pour the wine!
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J'ack Cuse
02:08
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Hast þou any time in malencoly
I-corset any þynge bitterly,
In hope to make hyt fare þe worse
By þe malys of thy corse?
þanne do þe dorry a-bowte, an messe it forth
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He seeks to explain (but deepens the wound)
Dina wrote this once in a notebook
Now I'm here wondering where I know your face from
I know I don't
But your face just looks so familiar
I couldve been your neighbor
I could've come over
Played Sonic the Hedgehog
Eaten rice candy
Could've made coffee
But I don't know
Most faces just look the same.
I squashed a mosquito
Saw my own blood on the wall
Oh to be one with another!
Hey, yeah hey where have you been?
And what have you seen since I last saw you?
I saw a little baby girl
Throw up in her mouth and smile
Everyone rushed over
(This was in an elevator)
But she was fine
What ecstasy!
I knew a girl who gave up salt and almost died
I think you ought to enjoy your food
But if you don't thats fine.
I knew a little girl who ate too many strawberries
And threw them up
All over the carpet
It looked like blood
And I was afraid
But it was only straweberries
And what's it about anyways?
I don't know, I haven't got a clue.
And what's it about anyways?
I don't know, I haven't got a clue.
And what's it about anyways?
I don't know, I haven't got a clue.
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The Ear
00:42
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Take Pesyn, & waysshe hem clene, & þen take a gode quantyte of fyne leye, & putte it on a potte, & a lytil water þer-to; & whan þe ley is seþin hot, caste þe Pesyn þer-to, & þer late hem soke a gode whyle; þen take a quantyte of wollen cloþe, & rubbe hem, & þe holys*. [Hulls, shucks. ] wyl a-way; þenne take a seve or a wheterydoun, & ley þin pesyn þer-on, & go to þe water, & waysshe hem clene a-way þe holys, þen putte hem in a potte, & þey wyl alle to-falle with a lytil boylynge, to pereye, saue þe whyte Pepyn is þer-in, & þat is a gode syȝth; þen Salt hem, & serue hem forth cald
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Joy
And the pursuit of it
Joy
And its ruthlessness
Avoided like a meal with all
Your friends out
On a weekend
Noise
What do you do with it?
Well-poised
You plan to capture it.
Employ a grin
Twirl plates around
The lightless crowd
You're a big one now!
Thoughtless
Headed home.
Near dear friends
Never alone.
It's a long drive
Tell us a joke
About queens and roads
And let us know
It's an art!
It's an art!
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Penitentiary Arms
05:25
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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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