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Track Name: Dark Colors that Bend with the Night
Dark, red and white – spirit of the early Earth’s night
Belly dancing widow on the floor – Jesus knocking on the door
White octopi, black seed – Give me all the things that feed my greed

(And it was alright)

Golden wren, a parent’s grin – apparently dripping with sin
Snake skin abortion lullaby – may the stupid spay the retarded sky
Battle cry, brothers lie – doing well not all the fucking time

(And it was alright)
Track Name: Everything Will Be Alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Track Name: 5. All the Borders and Closed Circuits Around Us
Going to the places that you wrote
Where all the sweet faces corrode
And every niche market has a code
My alma mater was a ghost

Whooo – Where do we do?
Wretched rue

Watering the gravel green worms
Clipping off the dress pressed with birds
Walking of their energy in herds
Her place for me were her words

Whooo – Where do we do?
Wretched rue

(Everyone in this room will die sometime after I do)
Track Name: 6. Traffic Cones Dumped on the Winter Beach
The least gross shoe, would you want?
To shoulder the infinite boulder
The kid who runs the chain outside your front yard
In the back the lonely grain is subpar, but with heart
The kid runs around the chain in your front yard
The winter-filled beach is not too far
Creatures who teach the kid who creeps in the shipyard
They sleep in the rouses upskirt in the warm sand
Even in the winter night there’s some warm sand
If you’re looking for heat, why don’t you dry your cold hands?
If you’re looking for sleep, why don’t you lie in your own bed?
And if you’re looking for me then why don’t you call me up then?
Swallow to peach, stuck between leather seats
On the yellow morning commute of the suffering overabundance
Packed tight, lies to pundits of the public eye
The summer sky will never be our friend
The dormant opry of a bible belt ravine
Where the bodies oh the bodies are open
Touch of the sky through the trees
The winter beach is just a leech to clutch the skin
Carry us in
Track Name: Unpleasant Stench of Success
Ew, I love this sound (of dying)
Ew, I love this sound (of dying)
Ew, I love this smell (of trying)
Water makes you feel good
Sucking on the steel wool teat
Water makes you feel good
Checking on your cell phone
Talking never leave me alone (I’m on my screen)
Ew, I love that smell (of dying)
Ew, I love this smell (of lying)
Track Name: The Pornographer
Down the stairs
He’s on his computer and he stares
All alone in his parent’s home
Waiting for the screen saver

Down in the club
He meets a man
Like you or me
But with an unmarked van and a black stamped hand
Don’t know where he’s going
But he does know where soon

Nobody loves the pornographer
Track Name: Truth in Burning Books
What youth do bind? Split apart from the spine

The Pagemaster culling the airborne hardbacks
Strung out on the islands of setbacks
Longing for the Clippers comeback
Where are we going to do?
Dad’s flat screen glow
Shallowing the knows
Hanging ghosts in loft closets elope
To bathtubs bloated with purplish aloe
It makes you think, I guess
But rarely impressed are
the operating themes… makes you
wish you could read more words in your dreams

What youth do bind? Split apart from the spine

There’s some truth in burning books
There’s some love in dirty looks
And you got mine
And you got mine

The dusty bound breach of air
Culling all the woods women in their lair
Spelling out the Dewey Decimal
While repeating morse code to a diode
Mom’s popping pills today
Shallowing the knows
Panting dogs resting on piles of clothes
Sinking in a hole in your childhood home
It makes me drink, I guess
But God blessed us
With common sense…lucid dreams
Wish you could wake up whenever you scream
Track Name: Chrysler Building Boy
I don’t want to be a bother
I just want to be a father
And pass it pass it (along)

I don’t want build something up
And later knock it down
I want to stick around

I feel something good
It’s not worth letting shit in
So…
Blackness in bathtub
Wash
Straight line street coal cross
Blood of Christ
Dove stalk
Makes you wanna buy a car
Makes you wanna build a barn
Sleeping
Couldn’t make it happen
So what’s it mean?
Couldn’t make you happy
What’s the pain?
Sudden glimpse of everything
Import
Export
Track Name: Join the Parade
Sunwalking the splashed streets
Banjo man busking across Greyhouse
Riddled by a colleague’s stress
Letting nil musings peg me somehow
Questions for Dave in L.A. are prepped
Wept pain in my liver shivers in rest

I never let people on the street walk fast past me
Do they have somewhere more important to be?
Mind is calming when they rot what they ought
Murakami reminded me to be lost in thought (to be lost in thought)

Are you ready to, are you ready to…
wear the beret, cosset the prey, venerate the slay
What do you say?
Let’s join the parade
Join the parade

Stomach vacuum warping me
At the Schoolhouse of Chili alone
Staggering defense of wasted watches
Dying hands and fading tones
Alas atlas shrugging emoji weeping
Are my parents afraid of death?

I never let people call me buddy, friend, or pal
Do they know insincerity reeks so fowl?
Mind is calming when they rot what they ought
Murakami reminded me to be lost in thought (to be lost in thought)

Are you ready to, are you ready to…
wear the beret, cosset the prey, venerate the slay
What do you say?
Let’s join the parade
Join the parade
Track Name: Metamorphosis
I’m going to change