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I.U.Dea
03:25
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I’ve got an idea (x2)
candle in a vacuum
thumbtack in my face
I’ve got an idea (x4)
Acid in my eyeballs
anvil through a glass door
Blowtorch on an iceberg
Who was the flower?
First man, father
Lucy in the desert
Upright, walking
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2. |
A Bruise Won't
03:51
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Upon its suggestion, when it’s recalled,
We start moving toward one another.
In my mind, it’s slow, black, thick,
Rolling over the hills in daylight.
I do not see the hills.
I see no hills.
I do not see the clouds.
I see no clouds.
I do not see the sand.
I see no sand.
My feet sink in the dirt.
I see no dirt.
Frightening news, now again.
A list of failures, now again.
A foot-pressed chest, now again.
A catch at the top of your breath, now again.
Upon its suggestion, when it’s recalled,
We start moving toward one another.
But a bruise won’t heat. And a bruise won’t sweat.
And a bruise won’t run. And a bruise can’t speak.
Two moonlit hills, now again.
Two glowing clouds, now again.
Two handfuls of sand, now again.
My feet sink in the dirt.
I see no dirt.
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3. |
Object Permanence
03:36
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Look at the cup, look at the bell,
look at the door look at the floor, look at the ball
You stepped away into thin air
separate from me, if I can’t see, are you still there?
Now you are here, now you exist
when you go away, are you a shade, are you a ghost?
In the forest
In the trees
We exist
We believe
Red block
Blue flame
Lame paw
Strange jaw
Sick skull
Round hole
Green brain
Look at the sky
Look at the dirt
Look at my face, look at my hand, look at my fur
Am I a sieve?
Am I a seam?
Am I a block, ball or a bell, am I a dream?
My flesh is a nail
My flesh is a board
My head is a host, hard and remote, my heart is a thorn
I sleep in the day
and wake in the night
my body is ash, my body is clay, my body is light
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4. |
I'm Old
04:26
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My parents were young, my parents
My parents were strong, my parents
I’m changing
It’s slow
Moon in the water
Breaking apart
The tomatoes
In my garden
Squash blossoms
Fat bees
Just one more summer
Just one more winter
It’s disgusting
And amazing
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5. |
Woman In Power
04:23
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Woman in power
woman in pain
Woman in power
woman is sick
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6. |
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I’m just an orb
of colored light
I’m not alive
I’ve got no eyes
See me at night, I feel alright,
See me at night, I feel alright
I’m just a snake
A reptile
Lounge lizard
Big fish
See me at night, I feel alright,
See me at night, I feel alright
Burn down the Whitehouse, burn it down
Burn down the Whitehouse, burn it down
Burn down the Whitehouse, burn it down
Leave a pile of ash, burn it down
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7. |
Night at the Museum
02:45
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It left your body, now your body’s gone.
A record of reaching, it’s dumb and doomed.
Now it’s locked in the dark.
Now it’s sheathed in dust.
Now it disappears.
Now it’s lit by daylight.
Now it’s lit by flashlight.
Every footfall echoes, every echo decays.
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8. |
The Broom
03:17
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It didn’t faze me.
It didn’t change a thing.
It whispered no words into no ears,
At least not into mine.
Do you have a broom?
Then mop the floor.
If you have a broom,
Then mop the floor.
I’ll give it a name that won’t suit it,
One that fits like a mud-sunk shoe.
My favorite sound is that sucking
Wet tongue in a gasping mouth.
But oh,
The way it drips,
The way it drags,
The way it’s stupid,
The way it heaps in a pile,
The way I haven’t thought,
The way I haven’t spoke.
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9. |
Sewage Alphabet
03:43
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If you have needs, say them now.
If you have needs, speak them out loud.
‘Cause if you’re hungry, you should eat.
If you’re sleepy, you should sleep.
You’re an animal shitting on the deck of the arc.
You’re a baby in the dim, green, cold, wet dark.
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10. |
I Shrink Down
04:22
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Can I be a tent stake,
Pounded down to hold things up?
Tightened tethers will open a place
When I shrink down.
And now I’m hammered in,
I’m bent around a stone.
Will my silence offer space,
Or are you more alone?
These dumb thoughts out loud,
Do they grant permission?
Or do they occupy your air?
Do they cut your volume?
Is it work that we’re afraid of.
It’s work that I’m afraid of.
And I think what I’m afraid of
Is bloodless objects in bloodless hands.
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