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Welcome To Moonside
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to a land where all directions equal lost
yes is no and right is so very wrong
a land locked by imaginary walls
and words void of meaning
Moonside…
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I'm Sure It's Nothing
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paranoid delusional
it’s like I have to feel at all
on a beach with no sand
playing into this imaginary hand
that ties me down and forces me to watch
my peers grow bigger stronger
convinced myself I can’t be involved somehow
and it’s me against them
encouragement comes quietly
but critics they scream loud
however many I’ve imagined
that keep me from feeling proud
quality over quantity I guess
but subtext I fill in the rest
cause surely it’s all plainly there
and it’s one against ten
there’s a million people with my head on a cross
at least that’s what I hear when in my head I’m lost
there’s something there that tells me it’s a grander scene
but I’m sure it’s nothing
dreams turn into purgatory, middle of day
cooler as I approach before they turn away
everybody seems to say I’m doing okay
but I’m sure it’s nothing
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Paramount To The Cause
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she speaks to a lonely mountain
it’s awfully cold these days
he stands on the peak alone
takes a lot to jump down
she screams in the hopes he hears her
he’s paramount to the cause
he hopes he can ignore her
and freeze to death
white metal clad she’s trying to be glad she found him
but you lose that charm missing half of your arm in an avalanche
he’s feeling rocky today and hopes she can go away
a land of zen inside his head
violet as his frostbite
a minor cold meets hurricane winds and that’s their heaven
meet an arguing couple and it’s well well past 11
grounded somehow in figure but their words, they carry knives
they want to get past this but they want to stay alive
they’re paramount and lost
they’re power mountain lost
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grass grows in limbo today
mist over the horizon
blaring signal
source unknown
figure obscured
but at least I’m not in limbo alone
you’re my resident daisy cutter
everything in my life, blown to bits
you’re my resident one another
right up to the end in our limbo shit
shapes, buildings I’ve seen before
here yet I don’t know where
grayscale, monochrome
too far out to locate home
even leaning on its walls
you never hear me call
is this a way to exist?
blink and reset, never missed
grass grows
how come? I don’t know
misty days forever
how come I can’t let you go?
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Sundress
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sun over prairie
she’s dressed in yellow light
mellow life, calming
half a good time farming
and watching the sun go down
livestock and watered crops
aching for the gold raindrops
to take her work away
stealing rainbows for pride
sunnier paths on the other side
a window to a hope
Sundress wishes best
lies down for night rest
what little she gets of it
her eyes grow tired
her pets stay wired
like pests on an electric fence
breaking her immune defense
lord of getting tense
to find a life more freeing
for seeing and not just believing
she crosses her arms in spite
blessed by the yellow light
prays for something every night
to take her world away
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when you find god on your patio
count your needle stars
luck is on your side tonight
when your kids have the lawn darts
they’ll be seeing needle stars
and you’ll find angel bones in their beds
scarred from the inside
playful as they were
you never know when they’ll turn
you never know when they’ll turn
luck as a rabbit
never could catch it still
you never know when you’ll burn
you never know when you’ll burn
memory pulls
at every heartstring and your veins
eye opening precision
in every needle game
lept in front of a pickup
life flashed before me
ignored me
slept in front of a tunnel
and you’ll awake to find growth
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Contact Dream
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I tell myself that you’re a premonition
you tell my ghost it’s the wrong definition
but still I break
a specter over my deepest dreams
pulled apart my bed at the seams
before I wake up
sent to another world
to dream of you in deepest sleep
another noisy nightmare in a soft retreat
I’m following the leader of a deeper beat
and I’m never what you want and never what you need
but I’ll see
you
everywhere
eye contact notwithstanding
you’ll never care
watch as I stare
in sublimination
so I tell myself
whatever that means
falling over heads on heels
spinning broken film reels
that tell me lies
why am I so surprised?
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Skin At 15 Degrees
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comatose so far
night’s been burning so hard
peel out reckless on a driveway
you’re not heading very far
whiskey trip so long
can’t find the other drag
your eyes are changing color
and everything you love is gone
outside on your knees
asking anyone please
it’s shit anyone has to feel their
skin at 15 degrees
winter air stings
is the smoke breath or burning?
hands turn cooler colors
heartbeat feels the world turning
wartime conditions fade
and the angels serenade
they grant you a halo and goodbye
no one here to watch you fly
clouds feel worse than pavement
at least there was a day to seize
it’s shit anyone has to feel their
skin at 15 degrees
give me a chance for a cooler life form
I’d rather feel sick than have to conform
to angel law over rule of hell
like they’re ever any different
was my purpose fulfilled?
or are you just getting off to a sick joke?
the halos here feel like glowsticks
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Today's Angels
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pavement grove
asphalt biome
they’re crawling on their hands
but they’re happy to shake
concrete domain
academic pain
nothing to gain
but they’re happy to break
don’t stare
but please watch
they’re climbing that upward mobility
even if they know it’s out of futility
they are today’s angels
descending from towers
plastic halos
and paper wings
today’s angels
equally high
bluer than sky
they’re beautiful things
skin tight
teeth clenched like a fury of a thousand injured horses
hope lost
DIY or die at any useless cost
whatever the cost may be
army of some
with sketch pads, not guns
instead of building empire, they seek to observe
braving the wind
cracking the nerve
held up on a pedestal
it’s what they deserve
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Alone In A Room
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he is walking
towards the sunset
and his mind wanders with him
in his cut-and-paste little world
where’s he going?
take a bow, leave the stage
vicious cycle of expectation
writes another page
he is walking
alone in a room
all traces of life gone
but his feet remain in motion
he is tired
but he’ll never think to show it
he stays smiling
facing the sunset some day
some day
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Pooch Punt
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first down
ten yards from freedom and legacy
got sacked
hall of fame gets further
it’s a dot to me
pass interference
interfering with my life but it’s all inside
safety
supposedly it’s meant to protect me but I lose anyway
I’m not much more useful than a pooch punt
shooting for the top but aiming for the bottom
kick the canine as I lay down
with a concussion and a touchdown
I want a quarter of my life back
specials only come once in a lifetime
injury reserve
punch me in the face, it’s what I deserve
draft bust
all this great potential and it’s getting lost
in a home run contest
wrong sport, my span is short
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Walking On The Broadcast
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listen when I tell you
there’s not much left to live for
all up in flames over bureaucracy
complaining about a new world order
though fighting gets us somewhere
I fear it’s much too late
a unified solution isn’t happening
as we’re all arguing about the use of useless state
nothing like that sun
we built our world around it
but we’re killing us too fast
working on the broadcast
nothing like it, son
watch the world run out of gas
escort us out to the runway
walking on the broadcast
listen, my pupil
we’re happily burning the world
they didn’t make this many halos so soon
expecting this turnout now
come with me, my child
I get it’s a lot to take in
it’s not so easy to stand back
and let the fossils of industry win
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In A Distant World
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we sat and watched the meteor shower
at the end of a distant world
we watched the moon give way to light
before the rock collapsed in on itself
would we be better off in a distant world?
would we be happier in a distant world?
would life mean anything in a distant world?
does life mean anything now?
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she walks down the aisle
in a gold dress
he waits for her there
in shiny black robes
whispering doubts and harbors
coded speaking tongues
eyes padlocked glances cocked
the minister asks if they do
and they don't know what to
they let go of their hands
combination lock for their eyes
her decision and his lining up
and now her hands are heavy
nursing more than justice
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