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Intersection
02:46
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Walking the streets on a Sunday 'cause it's better than lying in bed
Should I make eye contact with that person or just stare straight ahead
And to my dismay, there stands a siren on the corner of the edge of the path
But I walk on
And I laugh
I guess it's just that time of year
I will not live in fear
Now I'm falling asleep, sick and somber in the chasm of a daylight's dream
I assure you I am better adjusted than this, less indefatigable than I seem
And when I awake, I'll surely say my final rough and tumble prayer to you
Then I'll scoff
I'm well off
And though the anomie persists
Some may doubt it exists
Evening plans turn on a dime and this poet is past his prime
I think I'll look at the sunset
See if I can get inspired
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2. |
Even The Idiot
03:25
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Raindrop on hussy day
Sugar plum and shadow play
We got drunk, stayed up late, it was nice to see ya
Just the product of a new man
Clenching a Strawberrita can
'Neath the vein of the crooked hand desperate to free ya
And the stone from the sidewalk mercurially rocked and rose
As we traced the moonlight of the comatose kite with our toes
And we scarfed down fried chicken and pizza, got sauce on my nose
No, I may not know much but still, even the idiot knows
Still, many a youth subside
In the scent of formaldehyde
We got bored, went outside, spoke of Barcelona
You know, it's tough titties quitting you
And it's tougher outwitting you
When you're gone, I'll try my very best not to phone ya
And these highways, they're all interwoven, I don't know what they mean
These inherent numerical values, I don't know what they mean
And the touch of another human being, I don't know what that means
I don't understand much but still, even the idiot dreams
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Southern Hole
04:06
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So the linguist from Boston, he called it a southern hole
It got cold when disease had its way with the streams
And the roots dead or else destroyed, he was first hesitant to take its polaroid
But the hole loved the camera
And the camera loved the hole
The next morning, he went outside early to see it
It had grown out significantly he could see
The animals made a home of it, and their babies begot to the bone in it
And the linguist took pictures, the linguist got mud on his khakis
And he thought if earth's critters ascend into ether, will our stray dogs have decent places to drink?
Will the warthogs and worms have adult movie theaters and time to stay home
Time to think
Still the stillborns persisted to sink
So he dragged them up out of the dirt to break even
To commemorate them more appropriately
Plopped them into a plastic bag, and then smoothed out their wounds with a cleansing rag
Popped them into his car's backseat, then drove gingerly into the sleet and machinery for miles in the town that he lived in
In his excess, he swerved to the side of the street
Another car hit him going past, then the breaks gave out, engine was revving fast
And the linguist spun straight out of his lane and into a tree
He just thought if earth's critters ascend into ether, will our stray dogs still have good places to drink?
Will the warthogs and worms have adult movie theaters and time to stay home
Time to think
You know, I think
Garden of Eden
Of tandem or treason
This world's not big enough for the both of us
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Hobgoblin Moon
02:46
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An angel
A utility ploy
Not here and nor there, quoth the hundredth homunculus boy
In cities
We stand guard the moon
Kentucky fried and sleep deprived, we pace 'round the silver saloon
The catholics
They all look at us funny
And they chisel their pecks, find strip suites to make love to their money
Old Isaiah
Pens magnificent shows
Though the lot of us rot, his pitfalls he forgot, he plateaus
I'm whistling on a hobgoblin moon
I've got a six pack of beers
I'm whistling on a hobgoblin moon
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Anomalies of Britain
02:42
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So take care of yourself
And watch the engine's rapport reprise
If deconstructing me makes you feel happy, I'll derealize
But then what of my health?
When I've been turning counter-clockwise
The protoplasm spay shavings turn a shade gray through these eyes
And what then is a dream?
You cast a light that's lean and narrow
The sparks illuminate everything I hate to the marrow
We came up short on stealth
Since the anomalies of Britain
Deemed it apropos, saccharine and slow, they came from great wealth
So make plans for yourself
Visit God's kingdom where it's written
"It rains in Idaho when He has to go, can't hold it in"
And well, make sure you're afraid
Or else what else will make your mind made?
It's better me than you, stuck inside a shoe, born to realize
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Day I Suppose
03:49
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A good night is rife
With a trace of the baritone kinder
A couch or coat
A twitch of the toe
And though this I know
It is harder to say that I'm happy
When it's more like contentedness which anchors me
And anything else seems sappy
Now it's day I suppose
And the birds form their fossilized fixture
And I look at my phone
And decide to be rid of your picture
I don't know where it goes
But I don't want to know
And I don't want to know
Where you are now either
So a few months ago
We had kind of a fight
Looking back on it now
Well I guess that you were probably right
When you said that you used me
Maybe subconsciously
Still I'm grateful I guess
That you got use out of me
With the year winding down
You might think I'd feel free
But the pain's still around
Just a little less prominently
But the heart is with those drunken avenue lovers and the mind is with those drunken avenue lovers and the soul is with those drunken avenue lovers
Not the kind of soul I'm thinking of
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Friends
02:36
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I need all the friends I can get and I bet that you think I mean David or Michael or John
I keep all my friends in a room and our love is in rooms but my head spins in circles a lot
But I, no, I don't mind that, so long as my friends say "It's not so bad
Everyone's living a lie and the first step is living with that"
And you internalize that lie until it makes you sick inside
And when you're through, it might as well be true
I try to be friends with myself since it's good for my health, I try not to get stuck in my head
And sometimes it's tough I suppose, I get caught in my clothes, I feel trapped in my body instead
The plight of loving oneself is easier said when you're not yourself
And when you get down to it, everyone wishes they were someone else
If you had someone else's life, you'd be doomed to analyze
The fact that you want someone else's still
I talked to my friend on the phone, I was lonely and wanted to be in a hospital bed
She said "I know you'll be okay, take a personal day"
I said "Put me in a hospital bed"
It's not always easy to make out the merit in being the people we are
I hope that your lifetime is at the least somewhat subpar
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Don't Be Strange
04:09
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I remember at the house, you let me lay down with you
You pressed your cheek up close to mine because that's what lovers do
You put your tongue inside my mouth and you swirled it all around
You told me that we didn't have chemistry, and the next day you left town
And when you love someone who can't love themselves, it can be detrimental to your health
And when you love someone who can't love you, there's very little you can do
But wait
And maintain
"Don't be strange"
Is what my grandfather's mother used to say
Presumably when he was being strange
But it doesn't matter anyway
I'm trying not to hold other people accountable for my misery
I've been in your position half a dozen times and I know that it's not easy
I just wish I could get you to give me one more god forsaken chance
I'm sorry that I get nervous every time we make plans
And when I see my friends, I'm nervous too, there isn't much I wanna do
And when they inquire "Well, what's the move?" I'm busy crying over you
But hey, wait
I'm still sane
I complain
But granted, things are looking up these days
Yeah, I want you to know I'm doing pretty okay
And even though admittedly a lot has changed
I wrote you this song to let you know you're not strange
And that somebody loved you once and does to this day
I hope that you find someone who you can feel love for too
I hope these songs I sing aren't unbecoming depictions of you
I hope you know that what occurred, it didn't make me mad
Or better yet, that love's a passing fad
And yeah, I really hope that love's a passing fad
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Standing outside of the takeout waiting for his chili fries
The dolt examines wonders of a life
"How did I make it this far
Without getting hit by a car
And why is most of my alone time spent in groups of five?
Yes, and why is all I do each day to die?"
And he'll never know why
Making out some weekends, smoking just because he can
His company's in fairly high demand
"How will I keep all my friends
In the inevitable world's end?
What if my toe cheese taints the heaven sand
In Jesusland?"
He'll never be as clever as he thinks
And he'll gain less with each Miller Lite he drinks
And he will try to make sense of the rain
Folks who give their kids alliterative names
But there is nothing to know, no, the rhetoric flails 'til it sinks
His parents will pay for his drinks
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10. |
These Days
04:15
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Oh, these days when I sing
Well is there really an affinity, a yearning
For much of anything
But to hear the sound of my own voice?
And these days I've been making excuses for you, you've been making excuses I hope for me too
When you talk to your friends about me
Well I hope they just think I'm pathetic
Just another quiet person with a God complex and not one with a thirst for blood
Though these days everything just reminds me of mud
And these days when I go out
My friends instill within me great doubt
We have nothing to talk about
And I hate the sound of my own voice
But it isn't your fault that I'm not any fun
Oh I'm lying, I'm lying, christ, what have you done to me?
Just a query
A test of my will
If I was just born, and somebody asked
What kind of person would I want to be?
Well, let's see
I think I'd like to be someone who's kind to the people in my life
I'd like to be nice
Still, not always believe everything that I'm told, yes I'd like to be selfless but still I'd be bold
And I'd like to say grace to the kids in the cold for making me know I'm not really that old
On the day that I met you, I would take it in stride, no, I don't think I'd think of you much
No, not much
A glass rabbit woman
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11. |
While You're Away
03:33
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When I get back
Well, everything had better be
In the same place
As I left it
God spoke to me
I was tripping in a basement
He said "Hey
Stop tripping in basements"
I flinched, I think
I tried to sleep
I tore my hair out in a dream
Now I'm complete
While you're away
Well, let's not forget anything
Let's still eat at the same places
And walk in the same parks
Come dark, we'll park
Horizontal on the futon
We'll watch the sun ascend
That's not to say
That we aren't on our way
To things that will be fun for us
But you know me
I just worry
I have to do some important paperwork
And take my pills before 2:10pm
I'll try to page you in an hour
If I can't, well you've been a good friend
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Matt Ellin New York, New York
Singer-songwriter, guitarist, bassist, Theophobia member, performer
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