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A
02:48
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Dorian Gray
03:00
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Drowning in splendor we bitterly worshipped
Youth and the vast Galaxy all was your canvas
Then you were blinded by rose-colored Inno-
Sensed it when I encountered you, fateful dances -
Watch the brush lift your blood - yes it's chilling
Embracing the world in a flood - of vermillion
Take in your face you gorgeous villain
Love never cozened my soul - wasted passion-
Unknown to you in your alien mindless-
Nested among all your blissful oblivion
I breathed your fate through your ear to your head repeat
Repeat your prayer again -if you recall it
That you stay rooted in the ground -the vermin crawling
Your face never phased by sprawling time
And the portrait feels your pain
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00:38
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Pillars
05:04
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There’s a woman I knew well
She lives in stacks of paper
The room she rents out from the mill
Blank walls can’t escape her
She has just discovered God
As a smokestack savior
Stretching taut to vitreous sky
The dome that shades our tracer
Soar above the timberline
Firebrick sequoia to sun-blurred Eye
Obscure the boundless shifting vault
With soot the dusky augur
Sign of industry divine
My woman worshipped eagerly
Nights when she sits down for grace
Cluttered at the table
She envisions fireplace
A sputtering eternity
Soar above the timberline
Firebrick sequoia to sun-blurred eye
Once you’ve straddled every sky
You can claim an idol
No one judges from up high
‘Cause he was suicidal
The breath of fire stains her shirt
Cradles just-pressed leaves to the floor
As she soaks into the dirt
She forgets her human name
Soar above the timberline
Firebrick sequoia to sun-blurred eye
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00:40
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6. |
Packing Pellets
04:06
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From my window widow’s walk is too far from the shore
While I waited I debated how to close the door
On my block they’re out of stock in porcelain goodbyes
When we spread that trembling bed my spine was my disguise
Found your verses in the hearse where you had stowed the keys
Tattered leaves lie scattered weaving curses through the trees
True conviction more than fiction from between your thighs
When we walked through cliffs of chalk your face was my disguise
Call me out to fix your radiator every night
I won’t sleep among the dirty seaweed, no, despite
The Beasts you call from torn-out thrones, you like to fantasize
When we laughed at Broadway gaffs our mirth was my disguise
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Stirfry
04:22
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The streets which cluttered and clandestine strain,
The air with pandemonium entomb,
And mold the maelstrom matchless but mundane
In car-horn clamor, noxious neon fumes
Do not on any block contain relief
For sentimental screams, or passions blind
Nor does the traffic ever cease and seize
The seas of shirking man or womankind
With silence sphinx-like slithering between
The ears that dot the countryside of skull
And never does the skyline broad careen
Monotony to ground and structures cull
And yet as I alone do meditate
My mind is shapeless; endless is my state
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Carnival
01:42
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Trashed Pages
04:19
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The skeptics pass the lonely preacher in a tunnel underground
It’s an image from the cover of a playbill that you found
On 17th street where the streetlights wander dimly all around
The trashed pages of our Autumn
You’ve read it through a hundred times and hung it up behind the door
Now you’re through with the rehearsal and you covet something more,
A resolution and an audience to savor the rapport
The trashed pages of our Autumn
He shouts with Spanish undertones, he means to be remembered
His face is torn between his words and trust in God dismembered
He tells me that the Gospel holds the answers to my queries if I care
To look beyond the biting air of late November — he calls your name
And you’re caught up in the morning that has since passed into fame
And you’re locked inside the memory of singleness and shame
But remember that cold tunnel dripping with forgotten rain
And the trashed pages of our Autumn
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Dec 5 1791
04:34
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Salzburg heaves a sigh
Julie Andrews passed them by
Total strangers laughed and cried
Even joy goes with the tide
Vienna, it’s on fire
He’s a genius and for hire
Now they toss him on the pyre
Cause the money it was dire
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Next Time
04:45
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Next time you’ll get it right
Next time you’ll know the plan
Next time you’ll win the fight
Next time you’ll take a stand
You’ll take a stand
Next time you’ll seize the chance
Next time you’ll seize the day
Next time you’ll conquer romance
Next time you’ll be here to stay
You’ll be here to stay
Next time, look ahead for next time
Next time, all errors will erase themselves
This time will disappear into the shadow of the years
But what if next time never comes?
Next time you’ll know the score
Next time you’ll see the signs
Next time you’ll end the war
Next time you’ll keep on tryin’
You’ll keep on tryin’
Next time you’ll get a hold of your life
Next time you’ll prioritize
Next time you’ll confess to your wife
Next time you’ll realize
Who you are
Next time, look ahead for next time
Next time, all errors will erase themselves
This time will disappear into the shadow of the years
But what if next time never comes?
The wall’s down, you came round, you left your silver bag
I can’t find your number, I guess you’re moving back
Next time, look ahead for next time
Next time, all errors will erase themselves
This time will disappear into the shadow of the years
But what if next time never comes?
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13. |
B
03:10
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Luca New York, New York
Luca is a singer-songwriter in New York City. He creates poetry and puts it to music that's inspired by jazz, rock and classical. His music is an engrossing, strikingly original listening experience that owes about as much to Radiohead's In Rainbows as it does to David Bowie’s Low. ... more
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