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Muck Thaw
03:29
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I sing praise to my unsayable
In all my ways my unsayable
tries to whittle down my unsayable
whilst I’m whistling rounds with my unsayable
Hello test group volunteer
Hello top dog’s buried fear
I’ve tidied up my unsayable
and untie myself my unsayable
I can’t help but blurt my unsayable
it’s no joke to choke my unsayable
For my mom’s mom’s sense of scale
For my sweetheart’s
tucked in tail
As many dreams as you can count
there’s that many ways you can wake up
from the tangled seams that you’ve made up
unflood the cemetery
unmelt the sacred prairie
unsalt the crystal cherry
unsting the cinnamon tree
full-service reflex
surface reflection
We believe in the choice to believe in the choice
to believe or not / We believe in the choice
to believe in the choice to believe or not
We believe in the choice to believe in the choice
to believe or not
unsay the reflex borders
I’ve domesticated all my best questions
unsay the reflex borders
I’ve domesticated my telescope’s shadow
unsay the reflex borders
I’ve domesticated my unsayable
unsay the reflex borders
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Flow Flow
03:10
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Past is prophecy
Swim swim
Warm bark
Cinnamon rain
Before before
Intoxicating a secret
Touch
wet and dry
Melt melt
Loneliness entangled
Red smoke rises
Flow flow
Cherry stone
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Strange Pair
04:31
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suddenly you can't imagine all you once might've known
A true desperado, so long so far away from home
With a little slick acumen, you can still be yourself
if only for a flash, in front of someone else
No one has ever ended up as they intended
But with your capacity for calm public hurt
you kick your beautiful fearless weirdness
beautiful fearless weirdness
Suddenly you’re the only one that I might’ve ever known
But if you expect to know me too I’m afraid you’re on your own
It may seem impossible how we once undressed together
But it’s our inevitable shared modest treasure
Yeh sure we'll do everything different this time
Trauma has made us all
narrators unreliable
And gifted us our fearless weirdness
beautiful fearless weirdness
Permission flashes
All the old timers call me Sidekick now
Permission flashes
but who would I ever call, if your call is my law?
Permission flashes
The wind suspends the sunrise sky
Permission flashes
I keep an open mind to every end of the world
Permission flashes
Hope you got a good Xanax connection
Permission flashes
content with hunger, never satisfied by ravaging
Permission flashes
Huron and Oakley, 23rd and Western, Irving Park and Ashland
Permission flashes
Our eyes closed together in my kitchen
It’s OK what a hard time all those jokers create
we know the hidden perfection
of our beautiful fearless weirdness
beautiful fearless weirdness
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4. |
Coccooning
02:41
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Caterpillar
Golden coffin Butterfly cradle
please meet me in that brief sweet in-between
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5. |
Theme Song
03:23
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It’s the real deal
we keep each other organized
not light-hearted
but unburdened
It’s the real deal
we keep each other’s curves
not safe or unstressed
but pledged to blaze
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Memory Brine
03:44
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INteresting SACRED POWERs
We EAT when we eat
We SLEEP when we SLEEP
And WHEN it stings We —
the EXTRAoRDINARY
ORDINARY
A FLAG planted on
a windless MOON
INteresting like credit cards we walk When we WALK,
we walk When we WALK cuz you know when you know
you know When you know, When you fall, you dro-ah-aaaaah-op
And WHEN it stings We —
And WHEN it stings We —
the EXTRAoRDINARY
ORDINARY
WEATHER Patterns
OF CLOSED WINDOWS
We Are ALL DOORS
And We open WHICHEVER ONE
YOU KNOCK ON
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Dream Sting
02:25
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Feel it when you’re going to freak
Spotted you in silence
A hand is opening
Fold my mind
Fold my mind
Function
Grip your function
under its robe
Bring me close
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Missing People
03:09
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I need a deep-cleaning poem to walk me home
I need a deep-cleaning poem to walk me home
Morning light from night’s other side like a cheat-sheet for my being
I need a deep-cleaning poem to walk me home
So in love with being so alone like a pink baby porcupine
I need a deep-cleaning poem to walk me home
A gospel collage when my complete being throbs
thru the moping mobs dreading their jobs,
But we’re all the same: feeling most real seeing pictures of ourselves
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9. |
What Day Is It?
02:40
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Found Fading
That cool fine road
Green Shade
Sweet fields
Cool your head
Cool your head
Found Fading
That cool fine road
Green Shade
Sweet fields
Found Fading
That cool fine road
Green Shade
Sweet fields
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10. |
Saltwater Song
06:41
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Ok, go ahead
Don’t look at me
I want to do what I want to do
(I want to do what I want to do)
I literally couldn’t hear you
(I literally couldn’t hear you)
He sings a spell
Salt rushes away
When the water goes down
(I want to do what I want)
Kinds of salt drown us
(Scarcely pausing for breath)
Kinds of salt do not
(Upon the sand)
Salt
(Brine springs, brackish water, rock salt)
I don’t know when he sleeps
We each wait for the other to speak first
We think we live by keeping our salt caught in the trap of our hearts, but it floats up
But it floats up through our faces from the inside like a salt filling an aquarium when we talk about ____
Salt abandones itself.
Salt does not.
(I cover my eyes)
We don’t know if the sea was always salted and if so why
I thought I saw salt
I don’t care if it’s dumb
I remember a boy always punching himself in the head
I think about you every day
Salt
Surfaced sacred salt from the sea
Aroused a sleeping sense of floating
Untied my false starts
Unmelted my night
Unflooded this mind
Unsalted these eyes
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