1. |
Aviation Administration
03:09
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I lay awake at night thinking about the architecture.
The ballast fell away the march of years in time took over.
Onlookers in the street covered their ears and eyes on that day.
It made the local news, but didn't have the wings for national.
The preservation association
would've been appalled
but the future never called.
A common bird was winging softly past a wrecking ball.
She made it through unfazed only a wave through the air swayed her.
For days she aviated past the planes and over long hills.
Until she came to a rumored place where she was unusual.
The Aviation Administration
tried to count their charge, but the sparrows were at large.
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2. |
Blameless
05:20
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You were not wrong,
You were not right,
you were yourself,
and that's just fine.
I was so young,
but not enough
to easily call your bluff,
and I don't blame you.
I don't blame you.
Those heady years were all we knew
until a sober arrow pierced through.
You were not young,
and not yet old,
you had gravity in your fold,
and I don't blame you.
I don't blame you.
No, I don't blame you.
I don't blame you.
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3. |
Pastense
05:39
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It's true, it started with pursuit.
But you agreed to that future with me.
Imagine my surprise,
after all we'd shared,
you refused the fare.
As I board alone,
your curse from behind sully memories of home.
If there ever was a point to this
please, tell me now.
Now here you are
after all this time has passed.
All smiling eyes and open arms
and you have the nerve to ask
if I ever think back to then?
And would I consider giving it a go again?
What you say, and what it means
to me are not the same, and
I'll not be dancing on my dashed hope's grave.
If there ever was a point to this
please, tell me now.
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4. |
Datura
04:07
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Invasive seed tended tenderly
in a fertile sepulcher.
The purity of perfect blossom
belie her brutality.
Datura round and white, spread your petals in the night.
Atropa Bella Dona luminous alluring sight.
You want the air that I breathe to be poison and you are.
The darkness you wish on me is the darkness in your heart.
The bitterness with which you regard me is your own.
That poison draped in a smile,
it is your tome.
Under sleepy spell of sundown
rises up the sweetest scent.
Who could guess those pendulous petals
would warrant such regret?
Datura round and white, spread your petals in the night.
Atropa Bella Dona luminous alluring sight.
You want the air that I breathe to be poison and you are.
The darkness you wish on me is the darkness in your heart.
The bitterness with which you regard me is your own.
That poison draped in a smile,
it is your tome.
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5. |
Sands
03:15
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I had that dream again.
Pushing through a corridor.
Searching for a quiet corner.
Couldn't find one anywhere.
No refuge in sleep.
I had that dream again.
The walls were all but gone.
Wind and rain lashing at me.
The night cast as a demon.
No refuge in sleep.
There is no refuge in this sleep.
In Morpheus' arms there is no peace.
I had that dream again.
Candle's flame blinks rapidly.
Common objects breathe and writhe,
embodying anxiety.
No refuge in sleep.
I had that dream again.
He took form as an owl.
Soaring in from the north,
landing on the handrail.
No refuge in sleep.
There is no refuge in this sleep.
In Morpheus' arms there is no peace.
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6. |
Lately
04:11
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Lately,
I don't feel the same.
I'm afraid that I won't change.
I don't want to be this way
forever.
And I'm afraid I will not change.
I have always savored
the sensation of abandon
(and can I change?)
I struggle with the weight of
of a pebble,
of a pebble!
(and can I change?)
An ancestral ghost haunts me.
And every time he leaves
he takes a piece of me.
And if I can ever exorcise him,
could I recover them?
All those pieces of me?
Lately,
I don't feel the same.
I'm afraid that I won't change.
(and can I change?)
I have always savored
the sensation of abandon.
(and can I change?)
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7. |
Feathers
03:44
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I used to walk along these paths
before they poured the asphalt.
I'd had a way around here once.
This is supposedly the same terrain,
and my limbs move the same,
but my feet tread the unknown.
The entire time I was gone
there was a fleet on the ground.
needy and narrow interests
knocking down icons of my memories.
I know that change is constant and
it's hardest at the confluence.
The stories twist to meet the ends.
Veracity and fantasy infuse the parable.
And like a bird of prey it soars.
And shedding feathers everywhere,
we try to pluck them from the air,
but the wind carries them still
swirling soft assassinations.
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8. |
Beltless
04:25
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Nine years,
two careers,
bath towels
and chandeliers.
Details
of daily life
turned towering
sacrifice.
How long did you know?
Why didn't you say so before?
These past
nine years
've been mostly good, dear.
But you'll have your way
so I won't stay.
You push and say that you need more.
The march of years have left me cold.
I don't want to have a baby.
I don't want to raise a family.
How long did you know?
Why didn't you say so before?
You should have grown yourself a spine!
You let my fruit dry on the vine!
I don't want to have a baby.
I don't want to raise a family.
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9. |
Cruel Harvest
02:58
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“Teach them young and let them lead the way.”
That's the kind of thing we heard them say.
But in this obsession there's a truth.
It's not that we value the youth,
it's that we fear the long tooth.
Back when I was a child
I heard the mall punks say it loud
"Eat the rich"
they say it still.
But there's a cruel harvest.
There's a Swift pill.
The time has come when the flush
harvest youth from the flesh of us.
Looking for a safe house they keep gathering.
Hunger keeps 'em Swiftly gathering.
It's not true, what was sung.
It's the rich.
They eat the young.
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10. |
Stylish Woes
04:05
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It's never cool and calm.
Always sounding alarms.
We make love to our fear.
Cloistered and cowering here.
We empower every annoyance
To ignore our dire offense.
Radios and talk shows
sponsor and glamorize
our stylish woes.
We fear the food we eat.
We diagnose our sleep.
We empower every annoyance.
To ignore our dire offense.
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CaveofswordS St Louis, Missouri
Caveofswords is Sunyatta, Eric & KVN.
Everything was recorded in their home studio in St. Louis, Mo.
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