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Indian Blanket
03:26
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The tigers left the forest
Menacing and broken bow
All the headlights east to west
Staring out at civility
And this is not their myth
And this is so far from their home
To each their own story
Desperate or courageous
Worn thin and haggard
I remember nothing but the address
And it’s not my own
And I am so far from home
Where are the things I left behind
Do you know where they are?
Where are the things I couldn’t find
Do you know what they are?
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Black Eye
02:52
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I got my black eye on your birthday.
You got your theories, I got my maps.
Well there's a braid in our mind that remains as atoms,
and I can't unravel that.
You got your steel soul on my birthday,
rusted and dripping in the sun.
Sometimes a heart is a wounded hummingbird
tethered to what you want.
Your tender thirsty cuts smell like the springtime blooming.
Let's savor simple great roots of our torso bleeding.
Crush the day, move to aim, dowse the ground with water, cuz I am dragging home the anchor.
Don't you worry, it ain't too heavy for me (but the ice)
don't you worry, it ain't too awkward for you (but the sludge). We are just two frozen fountains
waiting for spring.
I got my black eye on your birthday,
you got your theories, I got my maps.
Sometimes a heart is a wounded hummingbird
tethered to what you want.
Let's savor simple great roots of our torso bleeding.
We were once true in time but the arteries are gasping.
Crush the day, move to aim, dowse the ground with water, cuz I am dragging home the anchor.
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Soft Days In The City
02:52
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Remember when the bass used to set off the car alarms?
You said I was old, I said I'm not too far,
takin the time to take the stairs,
walkin home early just to tangle with you in bed.
Remember drivin for hours just to get under stars,
wearin the same old t-shirt for days?
All the pretty people in their pretty houses and bars...
remember our freedom from the charade?
Pull your good jeans off and put your moccasins on.
Today unravels and where did it go?
Spend another soft day throwin fragile glances with me
and have a hope for something to survive.
Chicago ice nights, seven feet alone,
two day old letters still soaked with a story.
The world gushes when your surgery shrinks.
Break the fire hydrant and fill your brand new bottle.
Pull your good jeans off and put your moccasins on.
Today unravels and where did it go?
Spend another soft day throwin fragile glances with me
and have a hope for something to survive.
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Ravens
03:16
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Cauterized heart, careful recognition of thought,
these earths' dwindled garments, oiled perfection.
Inductive sorrow and guilt spinnin faster,
yet careless regenerated mud caked hymns.
Air is too thick, too covered, too layered,
breath is so busy, motions beckon ravens.
Flattened water, torn sciatica paintings,
dull of songs, null involved, whirl away.
Take away chunk by chunk the width is narrowing...
dancer astray, violent labor, we could sing together.
Air is too thick, too covered, too layered,
breath is so busy, motions beckon ravens.
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