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dreams and variations
04:23
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in strait places
gar keep all store,
and byrnen ye plainland
them before,
that they shall pass
away in haist
what that they find
na thing but waist
dreams and variations
themes and mutations
logical conclusions to rational fears
aural fixations
and optical illusions
stimuli overdose
the audience cheers
put your hand on the stove
to see how it feels
put your head in the oven
to see if its real
put a mark on your door
a mask on your face
give the air a smell
give it a taste
nothing is different
in this new world
look around
give it a name
nothing is different
fingers unfurled
blood red crescent moons
always wash away
nothing is different
in this new world
its all still wastes away
nothing to see here when it disappears
and nothing is still nothing
when it is everything
a laugh at this enters stage left
someone coughs
another one shifts
discomfort
and a gasp
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2. |
nausea
02:21
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see the man with the plan
see him standing in line
see the woman on the road
says she's doing just fine
the children are playing the've got plastic knives
they're laughing as they're dancing around the bee hives
water is draining
sky goes by in waves
gums are bleeding
flossing what was saved
stomach churns, turns, burns and aches
ground zooms in
from my spot upon the roof
view goes blurry
from my seat inside this room
am i asleep? am i awake
letter came in the mail today
cut it open, read what it had to say
"dear mr. _____, we're sorry to inform"
the floor was so cold, but i felt so warm
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i hold the door for you
you hold the door for me
neither does anything
we stand smiling waiting
i am so proud of you
you are so proud of me
we are so proud
polite society
i cut your wrist
you cut my throat
we both smile
bleed out and choke
your children eat my body
and mine eat yours
they are such good children
we are such good neighbors
over our bones
they build a superstore
as a tribute
doors to hold of their own
when its sunny
they smile and eat their dead
when it storms
they come buy milk eggs and bread
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4. |
goodbye cruel whorl
04:41
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eyes down
spirals on its hands
they spin
look back up and then
in focus
and then back again
elaborate contraptions of particular design
bottles in the cabinets
pamphlets in the can
devices that beep, glow,
recede and expand
incessant prattle
insidious embrace
they all know its name
they all know its face
and it goes to the window
and it screams at the sky
some kind of god give me some kind of answer
wallpaper sweats curls peels and is gone
under the bright lights sheds what it was
metal on its finger so sharp it sings
goodbye cruel whorl
and the phone rings
"hello me
its you
i came to see what it is i can do
i'll be there after
i was there before
and now i'm here behind the door"
the door is opened
a step outside
and they are all there
the faces obscure, chatter, and change
recognizable forms unclear, deranged
they are familiar, particular, yet vague
their applause is exacting, they are the plague
it blinks its eyes and when they reopen
nothing but vast skies
it feels chosen
a thousand hands clapping
now the sound of
bird's wings flapping
faces dissolve into abstract shapes
balloons float before it, strings for napes
it ties brightly colored ribbons to each's base
and watches them fly away
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5. |
themes and mutations
03:21
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themes
and mutations
of scenes
amputated
from dreams
that were once whole
they lay scattered
remains battered
silhouettes
of things unreal
pirouette
and pinwheel
behind the lids
then between the cracks
and then their breath upon your back
a wake of vultures
in the wake of a structure
at the base of a sculpture
that depicts just this scene
stir their tumblers of the spoils
freshly juiced of other's toils
they look you dead in the eye and say
"hey man, nobody's innocent"
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the gingerbread man
01:58
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i am a gingerbread man
i have no other name
i live in a gingerbread house
it has always been this way
is this house made of flesh?
am i made of house?
my mouth is formed in the shape of a scream
that is never let out
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7. |
a scene unknown
03:17
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sights and sounds of scene unknown
a dreamer dreams a dream of a dreamer that dreams its own
across the field, a search party there gathers
they dig up two deep holes
one for questions, one for answers
i know that the lines they toe
can't fill a hole that deep
i hear the voice they use
but the words are unfamiliar to me
take a bottle of healing powder
and purge what's left inside
rub down with snake oil
prevaricate and then recite
the saddest song
of the woebegone
gussied up and primped
and now it's a razzle dazzle psalm
i know that
they know that
i know that
somethings gotta happen soon
i write a word in blood
on the wall
with a tooth
sights and sounds of a scene unknown
a believer breathes in deep and sees it's not its own
behind its back
an angry mob there gathers
they lay out out two wide tarps
one for puddles
one for splatter
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studies in stained glass
03:14
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it was me in the study with the candlestick
the carpet burned up, the curtains drawn and twisted
a hole in my head and stitches on my lips
to announce my return, 40 days down in the pit
studies in stained glass, studies in tombstones
puppeteers of shadows by light of the moon shows
out there somewhere the sun it soon rose
but until this is it
it was they who tied the rope and lit the first match
i counted on my fingers as i pulled off the wax
my reflection long and black, across the yard it passed
impossible to tell which of us was cast
the troupe dashed and frenzied and played each part
production that they knew well finish through start
i put on my mask got in step and barked
in tune with the beasts in mass
it was dawn when they found the body under hoof
stars all spent, service carried under roof
waves crashed the walls, wild wails broke loose
the fire wailed a spotlight on the noose
the troupe rose and fell and swelled and collapsed
necks twisted hard as i felled my mask
theirs claws shot up and grasped at nothing en masse
these studies in tombstones, studies in stained glass
i raised my hands with them and split my lips
it was me in the study with the candle stick
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9. |
bags in river blues
01:47
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go'n down
go'n down to the river
i'm goin down
go'n down
go'n down to the river
waters up
it's gonna flood again
waters up
it's gonna flood again
go'n down
i'm gonna drown this satchel
go'n down
i'm gonna flood this bag
go'n down
i'm gonna drown this satchel
i'm go'n down
go'n down
i'm gonna flood this bag
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it's all downhill from here
it's all downhill from here
it's all downhill from here
it's all downhill from here
shape the stain
rise to shine on another day
hooray
no other way
on the nothing new
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11. |
three spiders
06:37
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three spiders
terror is palpable
everybody here knows one another
machinery lines the walls
is this a house?
is this a factory?
the spiders crawl in and out of the machines
as they hiss and steam
everybody here knows one another
three spiders
look to your left
look to your right
what do you you see?
what is happening?
there's nowhere to go
it's difficult to breathe
sounds are deafening
more people enter the room
they are led by someone
where is it's face?
they are asking questions
they are looking for someone
what is this place?
the spiders crawl across the ceiling
difficult to see through the bursts of steam
intentions of the room are not what they seem
a few in the crowd are calm
too calm
bad calm
terror is palpable
the spiders leap into the crowd
how scary for you
these people have eyes, ears and mouths
hysteria
as one they beat the spiders to death
when the dust clears the spiders are gone
you look up at the ceiling
what do you see?
three spiders
how did you get here
there is no beginning to this story
there's no middle
this is no story at all
there's no ending
you are stuck only here in this moment
you are not to leave
you are not to leave
terror is palpable
you are not to leave
terror is palpable
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12. |
insomnia
01:24
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