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Pelican
04:34
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Pelican, I will be lifted yet
I am a patient man, there is time left.
I will overcome, this trial, my confidante,
out of the swamp, into the manacles,
I will overcome
I will hang from the railings
and die as I see you wheeled away,
I don't know what I'm going to do
but sleep until it's all over.
Pelican, throw me your twisted net
dredge up an argument, in the fissures
you and them and I eating soft clementines
high-breasted Lorelei, you were something
and how I was drawn to you
like the sway of a magnet
I've been lured by something I cannot explain,
so I will do what you tell me to do
We don't sleep where I'm from
we don't drink just with anyone
and I won't live for your cause
at least not willingly.
Pelican, cut from the olive branch
driving an ambulance for the money
a testament to luck at its ugliest
in an invaluable word is worth more than sentences
and now I am saying one
or be killed in the process
rewarded not for triumphs but iniquities,
I'll be as free as can possibly be
and you will see what you're going to see
I've no doubt that the gossip's
going to leave me in the garage
and the years will be unfit clothes,
this is what I get for pillaging and plundering
all the shit I did is coming back to haunt me
but there are no such things as ghosts.
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Burn Captives
04:09
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Hash out your alibis
the stories you're sticking by
tack a ribbon on your failed adventures,
but I can help you if we stick it through
"This isn't love and you can't help me."
If what we had here dies
make it a point to cry
pine for me and lie at my feet
just to keep it even.
All that summer I was unwell
I was tangled in a masterpiece
I've been long since gone
even my ghost moved on
I fell into a rhythm I could not shake off.
No one could help you then
back when we were children
hungry in an empty car
with needles in you.
As a matter of fact
that's when I saw you last
hopping on a bus to San Antonio
you were miserable
I wasn't useful through the process.
I am a cannibal
I will eat you whole
I'll hold you captive as the tightrope flinches
if what we had here dies
humor me through goodbyes
say it like a blister
I'm a splinter in your side.
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All that's left is a feeling and a highway that winds
parakeets sing in cages of breaking their binds
a nursery rhyme in the waste bin, and spring onions on fire
on the porch, the police sirens join in a choir
it always gets a reaction
I stand outside in communion as you braid your hair
I don't mind staying over
but I be you will soon tire of it
you will look back now and feel counterfeit
take a breath, reconsider
nothing's pure in a mirror, nothing's worth it from the start.
We all head North in the summer, some of us stay all year
some of us find a new home and disappear
I admit I was cautious as to which one I'd be
would I stay by your side or eventually leave,
we knew it would happen
nothing could ever keep us around for long,
but stick around and discover
we still need one another
but this time it's an absolute goodbye
it's the flickering of a day into night
against my breast is a clover
a silhouette of a soldier
when this war between us is over
I will shake your hand again
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Old uninhibited body
a sacred rebellion to laws we have forged
there's much to be learned but I hardly
sit well in this teaching, its old hat is crumbling
an if I choose the heart of another
its bruises are mindful of what mending I can do
wrapped in the shroud of a summer
I know what disaster some seasons can bring
what can I do, I don't mean to be calloused
though shells can be softened
how does it prove I will never be something
as warm as a womb?
I see your face in the brambles
your bust on the mantle, it's how I keep lit
but if I catch you stood with you lover
in bed like a mother, I'll slowly extinguish
could it be every day is a hammer
it pulls me out backwards
I sigh on the porch
beneath the dark, creaking hickory's forearms
I stare at the front lawn, and wish you were here
in a cold dining room I put bills in the cabinet
and cough on the lampshade
gold Spanish Broom un-vased in the cellar
and decanters opened in twos.
Praised be the body electric
a dream epileptic, a bullet-proof vest
like a swear in the crowd of disciples
one hand on the Bible and a curse under breath
but I can change, really, I'm not an island
or a failure, I'm trying, I'm trying so hard
hand out the shovels and champagne
bury me again, it's time to re-bloom
tell me the truth, is the worst chapter over
or is it only beginning
clear de javu, moths patrolling the hallway
bridges left burning
with ash on my suit, I wonder how I'll ever make it through
divided by a gulf, great fixed separator
I owe everything I have to you.
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Wovenhoof
04:33
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Heaven forbid you ever do what I did
but I've made the best of my decision
as time moves, so do I
I ignore it all the time
I don't sleep, something tugs me
and keeps me driving around all night.
I could have bought you a ring
and that would have calmed everything
I was sick with violent hesitation
I'll rebuild my whole house
where the date palm grove burned down
my successor, he will be a captain
he will be as captive as I was
re-adjust every crooked bookend
look at me then
stare into the deep black well
if I had made you swear to be loyal, would you have been?
There's always the coast, naked in fearless repose
there's nothing but charcoal left inside you
I push down into it,
I press until you split
all the wistfulness you felt dissipates then
all your threats are whimpers now
sell the house
you won't win this round, I won't settle down
I am owed more than your time is worth
if I had made you swear to be loyal, would you have been?
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Children In A Well
03:27
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On the old side of the world
you were born under the oxen yokes
in blue Marrakesh as the heat from the copper steamed
Jerusalem artichokes
as you grew, you grew unwell
I found your uneasiness hard to shake
you never seemed to get used to the audience
every prisoner cast blame
when the thrill has come and gone
will the memory live on
when you sweep up your floor, back in Baltimore
stamp your foot on the stair
I will not be there.
We are children in a well
with dreams of being pulled up by our baby hair
lower a bucket into our private Waterloo
add the stones for me to bear
but I will rise again
oh you will crave me then
a reliable saboteur, I was waxing tyrannical
as I gasped for air
there's no ending now I am sure
you disappeared
I tried, I really try
something will make things right
you had no reason to pine and despair
what makes you do this to yourself
in Maryland, your holding cell
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The Fisher King
03:31
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Street language still in my throat
a market of psychic exchanges in rows before us
blind to the quill and the scroll
overarching the spine and the sinews that grow in forests
sleep as a form of appeal
as communion to all of the natural laws
grieve as if no one is here
build your idols like Solomon, then watch it all fall
crown the emperor
in a mutinous rain of cannonballs
down here altogether, we remember who you are
and what you have left to answer for.
Who comes to cradle the throne
you're the last in a long line of sickle cells in the basement
a fisher king down the bone
I look out at the wasteland you mirror, rough yet craven
blessed like a weed in a swamp
I survive on the emptiness that it provides
a guest in this meaningless dot
I am born in an avalanche and leave with a sigh
you were the messenger
who will avenge you when you're killed
back then times were simpler
what a life left unfulfilled
I stood my ground and watched it wilt.
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The Mirage
04:39
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Dream an impossible dream
without math or geometry
in a space-less hole.
Deeper and deeper I go
into the arms of an envelope
in repose I am free.
The shapes that I touch can't exist
in this world or the next
but I know what I feel.
The sawdust in the air
is poison from the oak
up to this point I've just been scratching
cut past the surface, you will fine
you've surmounted every fear that I made you write down
tell your friend I mean nothing.
I will ravage your sleep
I will cut from the artery
I'll come back into being.
Once out of limbo, I'll plunge
into the black, the mirage
and I will drink from its glass.
Allow the bloodletting
act as the sun setting
awaken in you the old giant
that I used to know,
I used to shake in your presence
I would bow as a means to an end
but I came back to my senses.
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Cave Cavern Cave
03:30
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Maybe it was all the times I buckled to the pressure
maybe the notes and money
make up for time,
maybe the bird's dead
and there is no land near
maybe I died in Knoxville and was reborn here.
So what, I can't dance
I lied to see you
who were we back then?
Maybe it was all the times I saw you in another
maybe the therapy will shape out your knee
maybe it's success that got to your head
maybe we'll find in due time
it ended long ago
maybe I'm happy that you hate your body
does it ravage you in your sleep?
Maybe it was all the times I answered with a number
maybe there is no God, or,
there always is.
Maybe that trophy has ruined your family
you sit alone at supper and think of them,
Maybe we're both bad
and things won't get better
but I've seen what time can do.
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I Was A Mountain
05:26
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I had the gun, you had the diamond
you had discovered that there was an island
I had to come from out of the wilderness
out of a thief's bed, out of a bee's nest.
You knew me when I was a mountain
you watched them raze me down into the dirt
peer down into the gloom dividing
the ark of the body and its cage
a roar from the battleground and the band starts to play
for my family.
Mighty, mighty contender, I bow
standing in the lightwell, I'm amazed
you're filled with imperfection.
This place is a submarine
how low it does take me
how low can I go?
This place is a submarine
how low it does take me,
crushed in its fist like a dollar.
All that I bet on my hand
shells and wedding rings
and all that I win.
You knew me when I was a mountain
you stood on me just to plant a flag
there's holes all over my body
from all the conquering ages ago
the sign of the Pelican on an old tattered coat,
it means nothing to me.
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Drowse Potent
04:19
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Oh wide world, carry on
by next December I'll be unbelievable
or laid flat in front of the door
for now I'll pay no mind to the sentiments discussed
it's just fate gathering us
a streetlamp glowing faintly in the darkness.
I dream in Spanish
horrible things and you, undressing again
passion's just a superstition
that you hold true
it's an oath you took
it swept me away.
All the men assemble
tell me something, do you feel invincible
when you reduce me to rubble
and that house you sold your soul to afford
it lays shining there in my attention.
The dust will settle but I will not rebuild again
I'll walk around with this map I found
and pay tribute to the touches of the weekend.
Oh my dear, carry on
in the wake of all this, with disaster on your lips
leaning over for a kiss
like you were off to work,
hide in my arms as if the world had an alarm
set to go off any second
but the time we had was so brief I laugh
misery grows now where it once stood.
You will find love and forget we ever spoke a word
I'll make a vow to stay strong and proud
and face what lies ahead with clamor in my footsteps,
the dust will settle but I will not rebuild again.
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