1. |
coy riffling
02:29
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in my dreams teeth outta my head
lock-in parties in the atrium
gal comes up gonna shake my hand
but they wheel her off to the next-door bed
she got stood up 'neath the palm-tree stand
when instead i fell for an ol' best-friend
felt like forever since i seen her last
underneath the shadow of the back-door steps
oh
i'll live forever in my midnight stance!
here are my dreams and all my plans
all my hopes all my romance
i'll live forever in my midnight stance!
hey
2
they keep the kids in a kind of trap
praying at the mantle of the consecrant
up on the attic by the plywood staff
dusty boards through the window shafts
terrorizing demons of the institute
scissor up the future of electric truth
virus of the mind snubs all intellect
games of fear and of helplessness
oh
i'll live forever in my midnight stance!
here are my dreams and all my plans
all my hopes all my romance
i'll live forever in my midnight stance!
hey
3
the band's got a house and a manager
punk rock jackets rockin' oxygen
buddy in the back smokes his lucky strikes
i'mmuh try to get some rest before the show tonight
breaking up bottles with a baseball bat
kid out front on the railing sets
says he's been homeless, fends for his life
living on scraps though his dad's inside
oh
we'll live forever in my midnight stance!
here are my dreams and all my plans
all my hopes all my romance
we'll live forever in my midnight stance!
hey
hey
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2. |
memory well
03:23
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on my way to
on my way to
words i've known before
memories restored
memories restored
memories restart
i'm recycled
parts recycled
memories restored
this equation suits me
2
bubbles whirling,
streaming, swirling
on the creek below
sudden motion:
they've no notion
of the path they flow
released without
a worry
3
i won't speak out
to my fellows
outside of my being
oh, when i'm dampened,
when elated,
speak the words i feel
honest
as they must be
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3. |
truth
03:44
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there was a time when i knew what i wanted
there was a time when i knew what i needed
and all that i wanted was you
and all that i needed was you
2
and in the morning when i wake up, i feel blue
and in the morning when i get up, i feel blue
and in the evening when i lay down
i feel blue too
and in the evening when i'm sleeping
i dream of you
3
there was a time when i knew what i wanted
there was a time when i knew what i needed
and all that i wanted was you
and all that i needed was the truth
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4. |
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stones are blessed
forever rest upon
rivers that are rolling down
mountain rains are ever shining
they will find
a way to wash away banks of the mind
they will show
the bones,
those stones.
2
oh, but the mind is
much more living
often it's supine
and covered o'er
with things that grow
roses wild
will helpless swing
stems blush red
with thorny things
still in decision,
redefinition
as we grow
the layers dawn
and leave behind
a subtle apparition
of understanding
focused on
fine marks of
smoke or mist
3
sometimes i wish we would look beyond
all the tools that do good work for us
for stars will ply
their fires tonight
but we can't see
the lamp's too bright
no no
through the endless parking lots
cars will come
cars will go
remind themselves
of long ago in combustion,
reciprocating on
towards the future
with a song
sung of undoing
cars live forever
you know that...
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5. |
del
02:30
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the wind will trace the finest shreds
those inky words scrawled from a pen
describe and bless these gradients,
oh, operator del !
2
line we up like matrices
an "i" for you, a "j" for me
divergent-dance just as we please
with operator del !
3
who would say the past should form
a future as it's newly born
hand in hand, these tracks of ours,
with operator del !
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6. |
we leaves
03:32
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now at last we leaves are green
joyous brace the hearts of all
now i have a song to sing
but when the season comes,
i'll fall
wither down
and crumple into soil
i am the first of teneral bees
to emerge onto the breeze
furl my wings and i will go
to the meadow
where i'll know
pollen's fragrance
sweet sustenance
'till the snow falls
and i will die
2
now again the bogs are green
muskeg ripe with sedges sown
cottongrass will bend and reel
send it's seeds beyond to roam
and who's to mourn out
for all without a home?
windfall spruce upon the trail
meristem dancing with flies
who's to say the process when
woody plants lay down to die?
ease back so slowly
desiccate
down into sleep
sleep
sleep
sleep
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7. |
new autumn resonances
03:12
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hear the water
flowing underground
watch streams and rivers
coax the mountains down
spread your roots like water
nowhere to repeat
walk into that drainage
drink from where it's clean
eddies on the rocks
will wheel back and forth
2
fleet, so fleeting
time under a cloud
peaceful in the meadow
mayflies on a stone
what can a clock show you
never to repeat?
can it count the digits
that are stems and leaves?
moments that are lost
change color with a frost
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8. |
savor - thoth
03:53
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shallow dance
03:55
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in the shallow din of parties
and the company of crowds
evening quavers and it pleads me out out out
must my manners to attend to
for a portal cannot bear
hesitation for a moment
there there
you know freedom is a slow punch
to the center of the gut
stings one with the mantra
must must must
2
be it alley be it forest
give me narrow, steep, or wild
let me wing oh landscape-born a child child
then let me tend back to my duties
to the full extent i can
shining resolute refurbished mind
man man
when i crumple and collapse, fall
give me lands to stand back up
that no shallow din of parties corrupt
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Simon Piler Alaska
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Simon Piler and The Atom Band
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Cantwell AK
99729
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