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Hang You Upside Down
04:08
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as sometimes happens a moment hovered and remained for much more than a moment and sound stopped and movement stopped for much more than a moment underneath the weight of everything we're turning black coals into diamonds and we're sifting through the remains and picking out the pearls when we find them and we're drawing lines to form fish in the sand if they find you out they'll hang you upside-down with sharpened spikes to form fit through your hands and twisted thorns for a crown now the happy ever after is still a ways away have patience when the good news took root all the other just became outside interference rumor has it the skeptics are restless be sure to tip your hat when you go by
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Scarred But Smarter
04:26
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if it's all true the only time you fail is the last time you try if i concede defeat will i be complete in my failure am i incomplete and a complete failure disconcerted after the last of the great you and i disasters i'm spent i'm done being broken tossing in the towel washed my hands and cut my teeth penned an ode to my belle dame sans merci and i'm so scarred and it's all true the flesh was weak and the spirit was too you should know the wool you pulled down on your faithful martyr was blazoned "scarred but smarter" the oft-fooled prince is losing sleep at the thought of being a jester for the court of the queen of double-speak eight years is a long, long time to seek and never find what you want you don't know and you don't want me and i'm so scarred count your losses and cast off your ashes and sackcloth resigned to be idle for awhile me and sherine bridges the gap between the one you think you can live with and the one you know you can't live without it's not that i feel good it's that i still can feel that's good and that's all that's good for now i'm too scarred
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Reeperbahn
04:57
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on a curb with hamburg's dust under my shoe things for sale as black as hell in pyrite's golden hue there's a ten-foot high window display for something bittersweet a book shop sets my backdrop on a busy port town street there's a cigarette stuck in the mouth of an overpainted.. on a curb in hamburg watching the junkies zigzag breathing something mysterious into an otherwise empty bag outside the shops that never close on a moonless, starless night across from where the harlots pose beneath a block-wide neon light there's a cigarette stuck in the mouth of an overpainted whore and she comes so close i can smell the smoke and she makes a quote for the price of her wares
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Suture
05:57
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today's the day i'll draft my swan song I'm borrowing heavy on the theme of the 51st psalm i'm reticent i am ill-secure i'm a bastard son in search of suture here's to reversing the pole on my aum magnet it's attracted the worst of times i've had yet take back this sin disease i don't want it brought my temple down and left it haunted to be broken and have the wounds heal crooked the patient remains ill and looks it what resurrected what i had put to death showed me the prose but not the poetry of the flesh when your father figure is on temporary lease you keep your heartstrings on the short leash
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Weathervanes
03:09
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a black-eyed bruise a severed connection the fire that burned the bridge was born of constant friction whittled down and ground to dust the link between the two extremes was given up for lost we the three weathervanes are feeling the winds to different degrees check yourself plumb the depths ponder the weight of what you hold under your breath tame the tongue loose the bind the Spirit's fruits were left to rot out on the vine we paved the path of least resistance swept the dust under the rug and waited in suspense the savoir-faire to wound the soul lessened the sum of the parts for the whole under fair-weather old self is as old self does the pride that hurt us stole the purpose whatever that was
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Walking Wounded
04:01
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i've been sparring with my ghosts they've been ducking all my blows and the apparitions i've been missing got all dressed up in your clothes you've been pulling your hair out through the hole in your thinking cap our make-believe match made in heaven was the best you ever had so here's me i'm walking wounded to be near to you this time promise you won't move 'til i'm through it's a curious way we collide so you dropped the leading strings of your sunday-school deity there's a God-shaped hole inside of your heart and it aches for company all we were never would have been without the black earth of wanderlust to grow in
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Anonymous F
05:08
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kept the string just long enough so the key could reach the lock without taking it off inside candy for your vision and no sign of any supervision a pavlovian response to an otherwise dry matter and i'm ashamed at my response to an otherwise dry matter kept it in just long enough to bring it to a boil and blow the top off what was inside well below the cortex has come outside and reared its ugly head i'm sure freud would have a line for a problem such as mine direction fades beneath deep sighs the wage of sin pays you back in kind anonymous f a skewed view a lack of discretion and the naked truth airbrushed to perfection keeps coming back to rattle the bones of all the skeletons your forgotten closet holds clive staples had insight to the unclean appetite the picture's taken the image aligned in the darkest darkroom ever designed anonymous f
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Halcyon Days
03:32
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bend an ear the soft knock of opportunity is hard to hear above the din of progress' regress and what appears in the wreckage of what was hoped for, waited for, and love's labors lost click your heels approaching heaven lessens sins appeal let the presence of purpose proportion the spin of your wheels God need only speak to calm the waters halcyon days are coming back again genuflect the master maker deserves all due respect above the hosts of angels set the standard the current turbulence won't matter when the tempest comes to pass the image of the absolute from this far gets distorted and obscured but the evidence tends toward what the ancients were commended for fan the flames potential has a shelf life prone to fade let agape's author cover over everything
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Encore
01:45
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sometimes the pen cuts deeper than the sword and what's been repressed comes back for an encore all the mistakes made and the consequence hope still cushions the shock of experience to be broken and have the wounds heal crooked the patient remains ill and looks it
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Rosinante
05:27
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i'm a diamond tipped spinning drill bit i spend all my time in and out of it walking infinite mobius strip i spend all my time getting off of it i've been hanging 'round your windmills making mountains out of molehills where are you rosinante i'm paper mache in the potter's clay i spend all my days coming out of shape
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