1. |
I am a road
04:53
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From napalm
to cluster bombs
our friends at Textron
clocking OT on the kill
From bike locks
to cell blocks
you formed a barricade
and you haunt that doorway still
And that’s the sound of the men who hold the power
Screaming naked in the dark fluorescent tower
“All the nails we need to overtake the hammer” - CAConrad
Equal to the hands we need to hold the banner
Burned bars
and white cars
and whispered bible threats
on a Florida highway
“The moon was still visible but it could not save us” - Mark Baumer, “My hundredth day on the
road”
from Inauguration Day
I remember the last thing I said to you
Trying so hard be cool to hide my fear of you
Like a coward hoarding tears after the funeral
Like a fang seeks the throat of the Capitol
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2. |
Slick Enhancer
04:36
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You said,
“everyone’s accountable”
when I said,
“everyone’s alone.”
And I know
you never meant to implicate me
but there’s one
belief you’ll never own
And it’s a terrible salvation to see ahead by looking back
Can I just say, you look incredible
when you decide you’ve had enough?
We die when nothing brings us happiness,
so let’s die before this gets too rough
And it’s a terrible salvation to see ahead by looking back
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3. |
White Ships
04:34
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White ships
on a grayscale sea
in an open browser tab
We’re half gone
but we’re halfway home
Pick those wounds until they scab
Tried hard to make a difference
but it faded fast
These years
haven’t been so kind
Not to you or to me
Last pic
on your camera roll
Last time you felt free
You’d think we’d know the difference;
Dream or memory?
Broke down,
broke out and broken in
We stayed where our story begins
We tried
to take it on the chin,
but time won’t allow us to win
I know
you won’t have to dwell:
The past is a dead wishing well
No doubt,
the story comes out:
We stay where our fate struck us out
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4. |
REDACTED
03:55
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You were born in REDACTED
you were the only kid
Your father worked for Raytheon, but he never said what he did
Your body was the battlefield of a forgotten war
They’re still digging up ordinance, but no one knows what we were fighting for
And you—
You’re a shotgun in the night
A lightning bolt in flight
You’re a Halloween black light
Time is like a Jets game: I’ve never seen it once
but what a shame if all we shared was the violence?
Tell me how the decade ends
Write it like a song
Harden it and seed the clouds
A rain to right the wrong
And you—
You’re a laser on the moon
Red light in the darkroom
You’re the spark that fades too soon
And you are an arc light in the sky
You’re a raging firefly
You are the falling satellite
who never understood the night
You’re a Halloween black light
The spark that fades too soon
You’re a laser on the moon
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5. |
Beavertail Spoils
05:21
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Shit guitar
Cheapest piece of junk in the whole store
but the rat, cranked, made it roar
I played it well
But then again, I couldn’t really tell
In the basement Sabbath swell
In the night, we believed we could make it out
by the dim light of stars
13 Songs
No matter how we tried it sounded wrong
But we kept on going strong
In the back
of the station wagon solid state half stack
There’s a sound I can’t get back
We were aching to be the next discovery
Set our clocks by the stars
The substance of dreams can burn through the seams when you don’t know who you are
or who
you’ll be
on T.V.
or on
glitched CDs
fading
memory
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6. |
Siren
03:07
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“There
is no
louder siren
than the one
outside
the door” — CAConrad
Are we
ready
to offer
a desperate thread to unwind
a resonant forgiveness?
an argument for beauty
after all
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7. |
The By & By
06:44
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Where will we go when the lights go out?
Do you think the center will hold?
After the flood?
The terrible sound—
The sweep of the ageless clouds?
No one ever told you this is how your life would be:
Just the two of us marching and dancing toward the end
The bag on the left — the one by the door?
The one we pray we’ll never use
The map of the road
The veins on your neck
The past: a terrible mess
No one ever told me just how sharp a heart could be
Just the two of us marching and dancing toward the end
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The Pines of Rome Providence, Rhode Island
what's old is young again.
We've played with Songs:Ohia/Magnolia Electric Co.,Richard
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