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Fish Wrap
03:38
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what’s news?
bugs and stings
kung fu monks have kicked their habits
bond schemes
painted soybeans
BCCI’s bad feng shui
molten metal
coated french fry
new poison pill avoided
too hard to pay attention
long enough for comprehension
and there it is
in black and white
culture clash
roller coaster
making heads for barbie dolls
reading method
hot potato
some secrets not worth stealing
when a tall thing fell in poland
new ché guevara t-shirt
all rights reserved by copyright and trademark
(a life spent within, without a route
i've never seen the print upon the dew)
all rights reversed by 48-pt. block type
(i sit upon a stack of old
and wait for something new)
they have no life
because they have no thoughts
and they have no thoughts
because they know no words
they know no words
because they never speak
they never speak
because the music’s too loud
(quentin said it)
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Manifesto
04:28
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i’m opposed to slavery and involuntary servitude which also happens to be against our laws and i’m very concerned about the equality of life and the upholdment of my civil liberties necessarily for today and in the past regarding the future and the rights of real privacy radio-like transmitters sinister in simplicity evil hands fluttering with the knowledge of government intervention a collection of soul
marking time by frequencies ill received i get the message by the painful an agency not known by any acronym delivers daily an episodic refutation of all things human and decent metabolic imbalances created by voodoo-like technologies create a persona in me non grata thank you you’re welcome beyond sin and all redemption i can’t tune out his master’s voice controlling
the pains i’ve been having
are produced by radio
and people have the right to privacy
to be left alone, even in public
they have destroyed major portions of memory functions
and hence my ability for coherence and reason
they did it to me
by the people, of the people and for the people of this great land of ours i declare a new constitution sculpted from fragments therein a relapse not something held by paper stained by hand a rejoicement of the days before and still to come air uncluttered and uttered in error great fanfare soon to announce clear uncertain terms a hopeful word of riddled hues now to whisper they come
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3. |
Clyde Wood
04:12
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a motorcycle took his leg
and tore it up
never was the same again
and in his cups
the one for silver never filled
and ladies, all your babies listen up
coulda done, shoulda done
a little more
slumping up against the taqueria door
i shake his hand
but it don’t shake alone
and i wash when i get home
ghost remains of an alcoholic wind
blowin’ down the alley in a whistle grin
on the steps of susie kate’s
what might have been?
10 PRINT “CLYDE WOOD”
20 GO TO 10
and i still live in the neighborhood
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4. |
Investigating the Hangar
03:54
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they were having difficulty opening the spaceship door
somehow the nucleseal™ had welded all the anchor bolts shut
no cause for panic, teleport the molecules one by one
trip log indicating they made record time
they were in a corn field, but they didn’t know what corn was
years ago they called it maize; now it’s just a movie snack
the grey glow of the building beckoned like a beacon, it was 2 AM
roshambo for the one who stays behind
uberprüfen el hangar
tim was on a union break, choking down a lucky strike out in back
a january penthouse wrapped around some early times
the escort service said they’d send a girl around ‘bout half past two
solo on the night shift always pays the double dime
they came in through an air vent
lasers cut a hole about three feet wide
the cryogenic tanks issued steam in a steady pulse
headlights and laughter drifted ‘cross the hangar from the loading dock
an almost perfect rescue, a shrill alarm
and the twain shall meet
presently, in the future
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5. |
An Undertaking
05:43
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cantrell’s intentions were honorable and good
when he buried the townfolk
his father could always be proud of him then
it was family
it was business as usual most of the time
until he fell out of the favor
of father and kin
and into what he knew was sinful
and he fell
into the grave with the beautiful lady
who lived here for twenty-two years
right outside jolene, and nobody knew her
or knew how she passed away
so many troublesome questions
he answered with silence
but the dirt on his hands spoke volumes to those at the station
nobody ever asks ‘what makes a person so lonely?’
a heart breaking down in ground so recently broken
and fallen down
cantrell’s attention was focused outside the proceedings
sun through a hand glass, smoldering tinder and soul
(there were secrets no one could tell)
most of the time, these memories soon are forgotten
when digging down deep, the pushover stumbles and falls
and falls again
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Spin Cycle
03:12
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molly and i met down at the laundromat
that’s right across the street from needle park
and because of that,
you can’t leave your clothes unattended for a minute
unless you want to feed the monkey the shirt right off your back
molly said once upon a time she had a habit
not a bad one, but nothing to be proud of
the sleeves were long on everything she folded
she couldn’t wait another winter out
china’s just across the street
whitest moon you’ll ever see
one more load to humor me
i ain’t laughing
i ain’t laughing any more
i worked the graveyard for a year until i couldn’t make the shift
without a visit down to the park
nothing to fix if you don’t know it’s broken
she saw the signs and knew when to get off
down below the low, it slowly does unfold me
pauses even in a single spoken word
molly said once upon a time she had a habit
i’m looking out for her by looking in
she come around
molly and i met down at the laundromat
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if farmer god is out there, he’s got long grass ‘tween his teeth
a pair of biblic overalls and nothin’ underneath
and he stands with a pair of hands in pockets long and deep
digging for the keys to the tractor that he keeps
in a shed out past the pasture
where the cows, all milky, wait
for the chance to wander through his pearly-handled gates
and he drives with a vengeance to which no one can relate
churning rock and plant and beast
and all he did create
or did he now?
he sped the plow
but he spared the rod
spoiled children
farmer god
mrs. god is canning bitter and forbidden fruit
she poses on the label in her goddamn birthday suit
and she leans on the beams of a doorway miles wide
tracing clouds of tractor smoke that scream across the sky
spelling ‘why?’
if farmer god is out there, he’s got long grass ‘tween his teeth
an attitude the size of all who cower underneath
and loving hands of mercy twisting necks of chickens meek
and lay me down to sleep
and pray my soul to keep
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8. |
Three Strikes
03:55
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i have filled my time with other things
since you went away last year at summer’s end
well, it felt like the end of something, anyway
now you plead the comeback
try to pick up where you left off
make your mind up
take your time
you have lost me anyway
there may still be someone out there able to forgive
march used to bring the dawn of a new big inning
you were so put upon
now put out or shut up
in the time you spent away, all the rules have changed
it’s a long drive out to center
on the interstate, the heat is burning rubber
little hands in gloves reach up
to meet the slow arc of the summer
before the signal fades, it’s clear
this one’s gone
this one’s out of here
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9. |
Hive
04:05
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two kids, he and she
she says “hey mister, look at what I made”
i see a little me in him
he says “it’s only lemonade”
there’s a fence, it runs for miles west
can’t tell if it’s keeping in or out
we three climb the tree
to see just what the buzz is all about
everything is in its place
the shadows on my...
i see honey in the hive
i smell honey in the hive
two kids, a distant fence
a signpost holding patience up to prayer
i hitch from time to town
which is why my here is everywhere
alone, a steady traffic drone
and hope, it’s waiting over there
i am running ‘cross a field
i don’t know what i...
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Rule of Thumb San Francisco, California
A now-defunct San Francisco quartet that bridged the alt-roots and indie-rock worlds through memorable melodies, literate
lyrics, and non-traditional song structures.
Over the course of four albums, Rule of Thumb created what listen.com called "Multi-faceted, near-flawless gems of catchy, yet uncompromising pop. Rule of Thumb's music is smart, beautifully produced, and scintillates with wit."
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