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woke up in memory lane
faces I haven’t thought about in hundreds of days
actions that spoke volumes but it’s too loud
trying to find a happy soul in this miserable crowd
memory lane bombing
like a pinball in an old machine
the skies are gray and the cars are green
at least until I have my way with it
burned out the eyes of a wayback flame
scratched out opportunities that called my name
old songs and scraps of paper crumpled into dust
decapitated cold love confused with lust
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Police Dogs
02:45
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I feel bad for police dogs
they’ll never know what it’s like to be good
nothing on the ones at home
unfortunately they’ll never know
while the ones at work doing officer’s chores
serving master’s wish for an uneven score
black badge for a white mind
imagine if you were the one to sniff the kill
doing what they’re told
ceremonies held for when they’re too old
as if they’re so much better than the ones who were not
around to watch the innocents tie into knots
and heads fall to the pavement like deflated balls
unknowing of the meaning of the master’s calls
is it their fault?
imagine finding out you’re a tool
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Forcina
02:06
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went out for a late night stroll
found the building with the red elevators
the lounge was covered with caution tape
and towers of unused desks
imagine what kind of texts
would have to go in there
if anyone ever does
I'm sure they do but what do they learn there?
Forcina stalks the night
and finds dead students to revive
and finds trespassers around
to make them not alive
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String Lights
03:11
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string lights lighting the way
the path that leads to hope
away from the wrong ways to cope
where the sun shines most of the time
where you never have to drive
where the food and housing’s free
we can hop in and finally be happy
string lights lighting away
from abusive families in model homes
crossed out old pictures from a meaningless past
and you never have to find a job
and you’ll never have to hear the fireworks
and the dogs all sorta play along
we can hop in and finally be happy
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Winter Parasol
03:34
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back to circus farm, we walked
through wet deserts and dry rainforests
crawling with diseaseless bugs
and carved-up trees with some initials
all the animals kept quiet
inciting their own voiceless riot
and watched us as we wandered out
and through the plot the wolves kept watch
nothing on the winter parasol
especially since we knew they saw us all
she cried out on sudden thorns
and he fell off the unicorn
he said he's sure but I think not
the damages of isolation-based rot
the sun was setting
fast regretting finding childhood
and as the moon looked back at us
we wondered if we should
turn
back
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Our Own Black Hole
02:49
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when our senses have failed
when our minds have exhaled
we’ll go back to the start point
paint a new hole
and we’ll forget about it
‘til the next opened scroll
the days get longer
and our arms aren’t any stronger
black paint dripping off our arms
and crusting up our legs
pointed at the cornerstones
and the crumbling bones
piles of ash where our fathers once stood
as if we should not
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Guided Mediation
03:05
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there's a candle in my head that doesn't go out
but this week it's been getting close
the wax unraveled, left some mental crayons
that painted awful pictures of my final throes
what a pretty picture, don't deface it
the canvas is bleak, but there's
more room for color
more time to let it dry
what a great idea, never change it
the lightbulb is dim
and potential is slim
okay maybe it's not worth it
frames cut off from different reels and collaged into one
blinking little lights that never burn
off days overwhelming on and never letting go
look at all these plans I made
bet they all go to waste
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Word Bar
01:45
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right forward stance
for no one
apologetic chance
ancient dance
motion suggestive
corrective
chaos joys and arcs
on failing marks
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Her Flaming Corpse
02:20
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say to all of us
“we’re okay”
cause for now
we feel depleted
and love would be much needed
down from the church down the street
nailed everywhere but her feet
back in action
winks slide with traction
her return
bless us all
absence burned at the stake
we couldn’t wait and now you’re here
did you sleep in the Beach Of Fear?
cry, it’s okay we cried for you
in jars
fogging up with juice
some died
some stayed inside
some hoped
some wondered why
you would play alone
far from our temple home
what are we to you
because clearly you’re nothing to us
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August Is Sleeping Now
01:41
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so another day comes and goes
leaves fall as the wind blows
seasons are climbing
eons of history dying
stars fall from the branches
dancers take their stances
a gust of today's rain
August is sleeping now
owls turn their heads and look
getting high on the lake
heads in the bench gaps
sitting on top of each other
but enjoying one another
as if it mattered if they didn't
no time to ask how
August is sleeping now
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Week Of Rain
03:48
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suddenly the rays come down
and where i'm lost i've found
a wet spot growing
a new day showing me the exit sign
tired hands beg
for week of rain
a weaker reign
hold up the light that breathes the life
into this broken eyesight
ghosts of let go reactions fall
through the hands of satisfactions
tired hands beg
for week of rain
a weaker reign
new spring morning ends
old march cold begins
sky falls keep the sun up
rain falls hold the week up
where can i find you
if i may look for you
destined for greatness
but falling out on shame
tired hands beg
for week of rain
a weaker reign
where do you think you're going?
it's too wet out there
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Hello Whirled Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Album count: 49.
Release count: 137.
Song count: 1447.
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