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an olive coat
04:30
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found the socks you lost
wool & flecked with gold
but I traded them
for an olive coat
at least this way one of us is warm
there’s a man inside
the hallway filled with doors
and he’s on the cross
and he’s on the floor
by now he’s probably halfway home
I kicked him in the chest
& broke both his legs
took his wallet, keys, & cell phone
left his poems & his brains
where he’s going, he’s sure to need them
there’s a hummingbird
that looks just like David Byrne
he lives above the bush
that looks just like Che
by now he’s probably halfway home anyway
every bird i see
they all sing about letting go
& fears of letting go
or something else, i don’t know
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we love you so much
06:29
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i almost forgot to call
before stopping home
meant to ask if you left the doors unlocked or if the window’s closed
hope the cat’s not broken up
or lying on the floor
& thinking of the future that he’ll never know
now that you mention it
i’ve been reading rules I haven’t read
& i don’t know what they’re on about
but i can’t see how we’d live without them
without them
the cellar’s hardly lit
watch out or you’ll trip over it
on the shelf, be careful, or you’ll miss
it’s easy to forget to bring this
forever left behind
we love you so much
when you go, tell everyone
that you’ll do the things you talk about
everyone’s got enough to care about
& the last time you see anyone
you can tell us what your book’s about
& take what you can’t live without from us
it’s no coincidence
that the mailman said you don’t exist
& i’ve been wasting language over it
burned fifty-seven pages over this
& i know how it sounds this time
she’ll love you so much
we love you, son
we’re proud of all that you have done
& all the things that you have won
& every time you thought about us
we love you, son
even though you disappointed us
even though you pissed all over us
even though you’ve done nothing for us
we love you, son
everyone’s all up in arms for us
tried to stop them charging just because
but the boulder’s got away from us
we love you, son
when you go, tell everyone
that you did all that you cared about
everyone’s got too much to care about us
on the first, let’s not forget
with your fingers tracing over it
has the landlord even noticed it?
the bruises that he’ll never fix for us
you papered over it
i closed my eyes & felt for it
i close them when i look at it
i use them when i talk about it
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jars filled with rain
02:28
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we all forgot
to dim the lights & shut off the faucet
when morning comes
the laundry room will be underwater
the setting sun
looks great because we’re on the moon now
where everything is safe & calm
& nobody can make it up
& if they could they’d tear our walls down
offer me all of your jars filled with rain
offer me all of the words that you’d say
i will be hoarding all of the cocaine
i’ll seal it up in mason jars
and cover all the gaps between
the in-between & where you buried
your feelings in a field of dust
& broke down all the boxes
i will be quiet for one hundred days
i’ll wait here silently counting the planes
her rocket ship’s gold & engraved
there’s no dialectics between man & grave
the first rule of life is to mean what you say
& to water the plants before you go away
her window gets smaller each day
from mountaintops everyone looks just the same
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i didn’t even know your name
when i heard that you had died
i guess that now i’m out of time
& out of culture
i hope your robberies went well
i read about them in the times
ten seconds on the nightly news
they’ll never understand you
so step in front of armored cars
spend your evenings at the barn
wave at the governor if you see him jogging on the sidewalk
run from women dressed in red
you’ll never have to leave your bed
& venture out into the best of all possible worlds
turn left on catherine instead
& you’ll see me up ahead
staring down into the pit of all possible worlds
you shouldn’t need to
tie up all new bows
when there’s hundreds back at home
on the screen, you are standing all alone
you don’t have to be alone
when i see you
i’ll tell you what you know
you don’t have to be alone
(for ulrike meinhof)
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the cat stands on my arm
05:35
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did you hear about the weather
did you hear about the bliss
did you know the war’s not over
did you hear I’m getting sick
did you find that faded photo
weigh the corners down with bricks
the artist as a martyr
the artist as a dick
did you hear about calypso
plucked his eyebrows like a thread
tied him up and left him lying in her bed
did you hear about the lighthouse
filled up with a million heads
the door’s open
such a shame that they’re all dead
they’re killing all the cattle
and breaking all their ribs
while i’m mulling over calendars for six
fingers closing over nothing
my hand breaks off at the wrist
& i tell you that I never meant it to get like this
let’s find a quiet window
where we can watch all of the wars
let’s find a quiet place now
let’s find some quiet
brush off your dirty mattress
while your hair’s still caked with sand
if the blanket stares up at me
i’ll stare back blankly
when i see you on the corner
on the other side of the road
i’ll be waiting for you, the cat stands on my arm
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6. |
winston's theme
01:49
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7. |
god's country
05:02
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when everyone’s all gone
turns out they took the first night off
were the cameras all turned on
when the gardener saw god?
i’m fleeing the cold air
hiding out on the ark waiting for you to get there
i’ve been feeling better
since i got my fingers uncrossed, i just about lost them
got rest in the evening
then at dawn i saw fire stretching up to the ceiling
between the loves & the fears & the telling-off, i’m on my own now
at the roadside barn again
they’re throwing rocks at your head
one step & you’ll be dead
two steps & you’ll see heaven up ahead
i’m two weeks into having everything i ever wanted
the only thing that’s missing is the fear you need to keep you honest
i don’t really want to fall in love
with someone who’s corked up in a bottle
or with someone who’s got a job
or with someone who’s never had one
built my tower on the sand hills
i knew it wouldn’t last forever
but i don’t really wanna talk about that
i don’t really wanna think about that
this feels like home again
he feels like someone i could live with
he’s tearing down the building
leaving tracks down by the river
found pieces of your car
picked up the ones that you forgot
rolled them up into a ball
cast them off & now they’re gone
i packed my hat & coat
dropped my camera on the road
the things we brought are all but gone
can’t help but want what i was promised
i’m six weeks into having the only thing i ever wanted
the only thing that’s missing is the gun i need to keep me honest
we’ll meet up at the park
spontaneous & after dark
fucked up to have to live forever moving bricks up jacob’s ladder
mud stuck in the tire treads
stretch of highway long deserted
i don’t really wanna talk about that
i don’t really wanna think about that
i’m wasting time again by doing art, not politics
took the weekend off from work & spent it driving through god’s country
i don’t really wanna fall in love with someone who stays up after dark
or with someone who’s got a job
or with someone who’s never had one
at the hotel again
they’re throwing rocks at your head
one step & you’ll be dead
two steps & you’ll see heaven up ahead
at the road sign on the left
they’re shooting guns at your head
one step & you’ll be dead
two steps & you’ll be on your way to heaven
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8. |
joseph stalin
04:10
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the plane went down on wednesday
i wrote the date on my arm
so i’ll always remember that she’s gone
while i’m stuck in sublimation
in the alps waiting for may
dad, you’d have done the same when you were my age
i’m staring at a picture
of you rowing on the lake
1984 never felt so far away
but i’ll never get to ask you
you’ll never get to answer
maybe you’ll talk to me when we’re both dead forever
at first it was a secret
that we kept from each other
i never thought i’d use it, thought i’d hold it until the end
check underneath the dog bed
you’ll find a tiny blind man
underneath his eyeballs, he’s got the truth inside his head
this is the new religion
it’s where the pilot’s gone
& why it’s been a decade since the hockey team won
she was born in mourning
from the barrel of a gun
& just like joseph stalin, she’ll be loved by everyone
just like joseph stalin, everyone will love her
every winter
is getting shorter
it’s not romantic
it’s never clear
who saw what coming
when you stopped glowing
turn the lights off
you’re never here
it’s changed, divulged in riddles
so we’ll sleep for days
it’s strange
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9. |
closer
03:20
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i was told
on the phone
that there’d be a way back
the blues & reds
combine again
keep them in your pocket
the weathermen
said at half past ten
we’ll blow all our brains out
so read a book
have a smoke
& live forever
i fell down that hole
i fell off the rodeo
i got eaten by the bull
he only wants the four-leaf clover
the one he knows that I took
the one I lost so long ago
she greeted all her friends
with an improvised bomb strapped to her chest
wonders how it came to this
how sixteen guns is all that’s left
cut her hand off at the wrist
it grew back into a fist
i’m sending all my postcards
to the wrong address
& keeping tabs on who responds
& filling up the casket
with petals torn from a rose
petals torn from a rose
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10. |
everyone around us
03:45
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you’re finding it so hard
everyone’s around the bar
you know you’re looking dumb
it’s obvious to everyone
if you had walked so far
the stories you could tell about what you saw
you shouldn’t make them up
it’ll be obvious to everyone
the seventeenth was clear
but everyone before that couldn’t hear
i’m bathing once or twice
i’ll put my house in order before you die
i hope that you’re alright
i hope that there’s a god who’s on your side
i hope i’m being clear to everyone around us
i’m buying more than i could need
& saving some under the bed
that’s the first place i would check
if i showed up & you were dead
if ninety pills won’t be enough
for me to store inside my head
a hundred pills might be enough
i’ll store them all inside my head
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