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Up!
03:12
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wake up! it's morning - as pretty and pitiless as it ever was.
so? get up. stress is swarming -
as relentless and requisite as it ever was.
i do this on my own. i cannot continue to be your flesh yo-yo.
i must face it alone, like the men in my family have done.
i weren't carved out of stone. my heart beats a rather odd drum solo.
but i make it go on, or i don't and i'm done.
wake up. it's morning - as gladly indifferent as it ever was.
so? i'm up and storming - as sadly imperious as my father was.
i do this on my own. i will not contribute to your next dull novel.
my non-fiction ticks on with the metronome in my chest.
each new city i roam reminds always that my heart must wander.
where i am is my home. what i need is a rest.
there are too many artists. too much art and not enough genius.
i believe science is the art of the next age.
there are so many artists with too much heart and not enough reason.
i'm afraid silence is the song of the next age.
what we don't know won't hurt us.
what we don't know won't keep us up at night.
what we don't know won't hurt us. but we don't know.
what you don't know won't hurt you.
what you don't know won't have you terrified.
what you don't know won't hurt you. but you don't know.
and you won't know that you don't.
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Thick as Thieves
02:53
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THICK AS THIEVES.
i sincerely miss you. i do. now, please go away.
i've considered killing you, and kissing you.
both are in play.
i sincerely miss you. i do. but what's the difference, man?
i'm depressed enough for the both of us. that is true.
still, i want to hold your hand.
i will be super nice. i'll come between you and your family.
i could destroy you twice before you knew i was your enemy.
you and i would be BFF. i'll watch your cat when you are traveling.
hmm, i wonder what will be left when you get back from Europe with your family..
i'm sincerely sorry for you. now, please leave my sight.
i'm depressed enough. i'm depressed enough and that is true.
you're a drain on my life.
i sincerely miss you. i do. but what's the difference, man?
i have had enough. i have had enough of me and you.
still, i want to be your man.
i will be super nice. i'll anchor down in your periphery.
i could destroy you twice before you knew i was your enemy.
yes, you and i could be thick as thieves. i'd loan you money if you asked me.
but i bet that you won't believe that along i've been your enemy.
how is an enemy so friendly?
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Patterns
03:23
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PATTERNS.
if you want to dance, i could figure it out. i'll need a moment though.
if you want to dance, i will dance. i will make that so.
i don't know the patterns. i am new to joy. let's try it now, but slow.
i know you want to dance, so i'll dance. okay. let's go.
the shadows of our bodies projected were incredible,
when seen through ordinary eyes.
the patterns weren't fears manifested. it was a miracle.
i was an ordinary guy.
if you want to dance, i could help you out. i'll aim to be that guy.
if you want to dance, i will dance. i'll give that a try.
i am good at patterns, but i'm new to joy. whatever that implies.
i know you like to dance, i like you, so we'll dance.
okay? alright. okay? alright.
the shadows of our bodies projected were incredible,
when seen through ordinary eyes.
the patterns weren't fears manifested. it was a miracle.
i was an ordinary guy.
the images returned to their focus as the tempo fell.
the patterns weren't what made me hopeless.
that was the usual.
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4. |
Animal Behaviors
04:26
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ANIMAL BEHAVIORS.
animal behaviors in the everyday.
each and every city, state, county, country, avenue and driveway.
rational behaviors make the system tick.
make the human do the trick. earn the pay, procreate and quick fade.
the animal remembers those animal behaviors.
and it only wants to turn the clocks back.
animal behaviors are a parachute.
we've fallen from the trees into city streets - into something different.
the animal remembers who it used to be
and it wants to feed and it wants to breed and wants to change you.
the animal remembers.
we're delighting in living a lie. we are more ape than angel tonight.
it's fun, but it's only fun, no more. let's just enjoy it.
our faith has been wrongly placed in some who would destroy it.
meh. that's life. it's an unfair game, but nice if you exploit it.
animal behaviors. animal behaviors. animal behaviors.
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Perfect
02:28
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you make the world better.
not perfect - no, dear heart - but it's a start.
you make the world better. it is not perfect.
not yet.
wait for it.
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Luck and Timing
02:42
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i was just like you, once. yes, i was boredom walking.
bolted to the schooling cross, i was sure of nothing.
until one day i woke, like the gods in all the heavens spoke.
it shook me to the inner i.
i was just like you once. now, i'm not.
luck and timing.
funny thing is, i'm unsure exactly what i dreamt about.
something so impactful should have stuck around to hash it out.
ultimately though, i needn't know which words were spoken.
now, i am open.
i might have turned out like you. i was brought up calmly -
academic, sober, cross and obsessed with fucking.
until the day i broke. let the chorus in the wings emote.
opened up my inner eye.
i might have turned out like you but for luck and timing.
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i could see her eyes were frantic as they neared to mine.
i thought, "oh my god!" i thought, "maybe i'm in danger.."
as fond as i'd become of her, i wasn't in the dark about her temper or her past.
blessed were the days when we were simply inattentive!
now, we balk like gods and the reason becomes anger.
normal as it's gotten, turning caution into art, i think it never will last.
but you were the madness necessary for me to write.
i was the quintessential twenty-something getting high.
you were the bit of life i needed to forget i'm alive.
i spent too many evening killing time.
i was the quintessential twenty-something getting high.
i was the quintessential twenty-something getting by.
i remember watching her before we ever met.
no, not like that - not like through her bedroom window.
watching her put up her hair, so deftly with a pen - it gave me chills.
later, after dating, i'd sedated that initial thrill.
quick replaced by my mistakes, her innuendo.
steady conversation turning lovely into wicked went still.
i was the quintessential twenty-something staying high.
i was the quintessential twenty-something getting by.
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8. |
Cold
02:37
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you are cold. absolutely frightful to the touch.
someone, take my face and my name
and do something better with them.
it's getting old. well, perhaps i ask too much.
someone, take my heart and my brain
and do something better with them.
i suppose you'd be dangerous to touch.
you could take my place, say the lines,
and you would do better at them.
when i'm getting old, i won't expect too much.
simply take my space, take my time
and do something useful with them.
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9. |
Silence is Our Medicine
04:52
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we really should learn to talk. i've had quite enough of this acting tough.
we're typical - cynical, critical.
we really ought not to fight. we've done quite enough harm for one night.
it's pitiful. we are still standing still.
(and maybe we should talk.)
silence. that is all that we have at the end.
our old friend, silence.
careful choosing your destiny. don't you be martyrs to silence.
the contrast in between me and you. that is the glue that binds us together.
that and the force of friction.
silence. that is all that we have as we stand.
worries and silence.
you may say we are better when we do it together. what exactly's your
comparison?
every day is an experiment in patience. i think maybe silence is the medicine.
you may say we are better off here than nowhere. but then let's
discuss where we have been.
every day is an experiment in positive thinking. maybe silence is the medicine.
action. everything is consequent. a bullet spent is sent into silence.
caution. make it your destiny to be the masters of silence.
gun blast. what a crucial note its violence wrote. it brought us together.
silence. that is all that we have as we stand.
goddamned silence.
we really should learn to talk. i've had quite enough of this acting tough.
we're typical - cynical, critical.
we really ought not to fight. we've done quite enough harm for one night.
it's pitiful. we are still standing still.
we really should learn to laugh at the requisite bumps in the path.
it's pitiful, miserable, but eventual.
we really ought not to fight. we've done quite enough harm for one life.
it's pitiful. we are still standing here in silence.
(and maybe we should talk.)
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Unwritten
05:10
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these girls sneer like their fathers.
these girls ache like their moms.
these girls curse like their brothers.
these girls make earth worth living on.
what are we doing? ...and should we do it again?
i hope you find love.
what we you doing? must i repeat it again?
i hope you find love in this or the next life.
this boy lives with mother.
this boy, love's like a game.
this boy curses his brothers.
this boy hopes they feel the same.
what are we doing? ...and should we do it again?
you say 'define love.'
what are we doing? must i repeat it again?
i hope you find you find love in this or the next life.
so many stories left unwritten. girls and boy.
so many stories yet to write. girls and boy.
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11. |
Helen
04:54
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i hope i'm on your mind. i hope you're stuck repeating.
i hope i'm on your mind. i know you're on mine.
it was the dull of winter. it was the year we met.
the universe was working for once in my lifetime.
i hope i'm still on your mind.
could it be somehow we got the timing right this time?
i believe in second chances, but i'm aware of where we've been.
what is life without the slimmest chance of redemption?
i believe in new beginnings, but i remember how it ended then.
what is life without the thrilling curse of convention?
you were the ghost of helen. the face that launched a thousand ships.
i knew i'd witnessed something that was once in a lifetime.
and when she spoke, she slaughtered their laughter.
pity, disaster!
dumbfounded folk sauntered around her, notably faster.
i hope i'm still on your mind.
i'm convinced i will be if we get the timing right.
i believe in mending fences, but i'm aware of how you feel.
what is life without the dimmest chance of rejection?
i believe in independence, though i assume affection has appeal.
what is life without the thrilling curse of connection?
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12. |
Everything's Eventual
02:49
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we go together. we are the same. complete each other in every way.
we go together. we are alike. we compliment each other. that's right.
at last, i have it. even better than i imagined.
i can't believe i nearly gave it up. i nearly watched the dream collapsing.
i can't believe it. even sleeping, i wouldn't dream it.
understandably, i'm feeling satisfied. but what an odd and incredible feeling!
this is the pinnacle. everything's eventual. now i'm not sure exactly
what i waited for.
this is my fantasy, exactly how i dreamed it'd be. what's this? a smile!
goodness, it must have been a while.
this is my everything. i see my future brightening. i clutched my dream.
this time, it stayed 'till morning. this is my fantasy. exactly how i
dreamed it'd be.
what's this? a smile! goodness, it must have been a while.
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13. |
Promises
03:27
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i want to be with you.
i want to be with you at the end, clutching out for the rope you're tossing me.
i want to be with you, dearest friend, i'm desperate for the hope you're offering.
i want to be with you.
don't promise me the world. i simply do not want it.
my interest lies elsewhere - your eye to eye, your time and mine might come aligned.
don't promise me your heart. i simply cannot touch it.
my fingers are clumsy, my faith is weak. time is nigh and i've no mind to speak.
so many promises, whispered promises - fiction written quickly, but well-rehearsed.
so many promises, broken promises - your improv monologues, they came off perfectly.
i want to be with you, all alone. seperate from the world, we'll fall in love.
i want to be with you. and alone. i'm desperate for you, girl. i'm not giving up.
i want to be with you.
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