1. |
Oolong
03:14
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Wake up. Be angry. Be okay.
Move in, infusing all silence.
Hold off your creature caution;
The years do not fall away.
We drip, standing up, water wisely falling.
We drip, standing up, from lines to a page.
We drip, standing up -- a lifetime of burning.
We drip, standing up, printings of rage.
Hold me like useful comfort,
Quiet in the blanket morning.
We swim the shark-skin smoothed halls.
Drink in the bitter taste.
We drip, standing up, water wisely falling.
We drip, standing up, from lines to a page.
We drip, standing up -- a lifetime of burning.
We drip, standing up, printings of rage.
Are you a sunset or a fire?
Are you of beauty or of fear?
Are you emotion coiled round an empty stare?
Are you extinguished by your tears?
Drip, standing up, water wisely falling.
We drip, standing up, from lines to a page.
We drip, standing up, a lifetime of burning.
We drip, standing up, printings of rage.
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2. |
Tar Lines
02:48
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All these tar lines -- they hit your tires:
Civil designs of freeways and spires.
We eat the miles, or pray for change,
Try on each stress and rearrange.
This is a personal, half-built confession:
I'm losing it inside and have no direction.
. . . Just a steel frame without an engine --
Postmodern foil -- still seed in soil?
All these tar lines -- they hit your tires;
Civil designs of freeways and spires.
We eat the miles, or pray for change,
Try on each stress and rearrange.
So grab on to a crumbling “. . . Wall”.
Oh momma, momma do you have control?
Grab onto a crumbling “. . . Wall”.
Oh daddy dearest, do you know what fear is?
Oh, I look at you dear, and I look at our past:
We dunes in a current will never last.
So are we destroyed, or are these our dreams
That fill up our skins as -- as we mend the seams?
. . . Do . . . You . . . Know . . . Fear?!
All these tar lines -- they hit your tires;
Civil designs of freeways and spires.
We eat the miles, or pray for change,
Try on each stress and rearrange.
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3. |
Satellite
03:05
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I saw a satellite this morning.
It was moving. Moving
So slowly that while the world still slept
We pushed it aside, moving . . .
Of course we know what it means to be poor:
A violent death holding nothing;
With your last breath, feeling panic;
And whatever a heart attack is.
We are all satellites creasing the sky.
She's got her head down, and smiles so demurely.
She's a grand ole thing -- reverent and sailing --
She stays with me tonight, until I disappear with the morning.
Of course we know what it means to be poor:
A violent death holding nothing;
With your last breath, feeling/panic,
And whatever a heart attack is.
So give yourself an arterial Mickey,
And be a dull don't-worry-or-care-now;
Let go of the steering wheel, and
Slide down as the world starts swerving.
Give yourself an arterial Mickey --
And be a dull don't-worry-or-care-now --
Let go of the steering wheel, and
Slide down as the world starts swerving.
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4. |
Yellow Jacket
04:12
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You're my calming -- you're the agent -- you're my Dramamine,
Holding off the upset, twisting, caught up in between.
You're my calming -- you're the agent -- you're my Dramamine,
Holding off the upset, twisting, caught up in between.
And every day it's the shakes creeping under my skin,
But you bring out the best now baby -- yeah -- when the shadows begin.
And every day it's the shakes creeping under my skin,
But you bring out the best now baby -- yeah -- when the shadows begin.
And I‟m cut up and in between
When we‟re cut up and in between
Yeah, I‟m cut up and in between
. . .
All the fury of my illness misses you tonight.
Hold me like I am a child until morning's light.
All the fury of my illness misses you tonight.
Hold me like I am a child until morning's light.
And every day it's the shakes creeping under my skin,
But you bring out the best now baby -- yeah -- when the shadows begin.
And every day it's the shakes creeping under my skin,
But you bring out the best now baby -- yeah -- when the shadows begin.
And I‟m cut up and in between
When we‟re cut up and in between
Hell, I‟m cut up and in between
. . .
Where are you? I need you To save me from drowning.
Where are you? My lithium, My Paxil? My perfect drug.
Where are you? I need you To save me from drowning.
Where are you? My lithium, My Paxil? My perfect drug -- my perfect drug!
I know that this is grinding – The reason for you leaving --
But i will ask again, "Please stay here and love me."
I know that this is grinding -- The reason for you leaving --
But I‟ll ask one last time, "Please stay here and love me." Stay here and love me?
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5. |
Red Rover
03:54
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I said, ooh, Red Rover is gonna catch us all.
It picks on the poor until our strong are stumbling.
We get snared and netted by some other swells,
And no one can swim in the ocean because we're all stuck in this well.
So you stand at the bus stop to be fed or led in time.
"Red fish" and "blue fish" are gone -- old and new fish have left them behind.
Oh, we clock in and out of our own little job insecurities.
We bend, break, and pull ourselves up to be forced again
Down to our knees.
Trip home exhausted; collect dirt as pay;
Suit up to strip down -- it's just one more day.
What if i protest? What if i could walk? And
Leave behind the pantomime --
The burden i wanted so much.
Someday, I'll only be a junked male in a vintage shirt
Who‟s cycled through systems that lie about what I am worth;
My courses all drained on an angry floodplain of tears,
I'll be categorized by a fashionable tie as a puppet or worse.
You got to suit up to strip down, collect dirt as pay,
Come on and be a true believer now 'cause it's just one more day.
What if we could protest? What if we could walk
And leave behind this pantomime -- the burden that we 'wanted' so much?
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6. |
A Reply
03:27
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If you want to add to a letter,
“Why don't we leave our love behind?”
I won‟t choke up because our love has been blind,
And deaf, and mute, and busted broke:
You only live a couple of miles away,
But I haven't seen you for years to date.
So leave me out of your anywhere,
And don't hold on -- I'm paper thin.
I've lost all of my high ideals.
...too poor to protest -- too poor to protest.
You're kind of cold -- you're looking blue --
Behind the lies inside your eyes,
And after all these years without you,
Both my eyes have gone dry.
But sing me one more melody --
A U.P.C. in song –
To tell me how much i was worth
When we both got along, or
Leave me out of your anywhere,
And don't hold on -- I‟m paper thin.
I've lost all of my high ideals.
Too poor to protest -- too poor to protest.
It's unending -- our beginning --
So I'm leaving in this beginning;
It's unending -- our beginning --
So I'm leaving in this beginning.
So just leave me out of your anywhere,
And don't hold on -- I'm paper thin.
I've lost all of my high ideals.
Too poor to protest -- too poor to protest.
Just leave me out of your anywhere,
And don‟t hold on -- I'm paper thin.
I've lost all of my high ideals.
Too poor to protest -- too poor to protest.
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7. |
Brace and Bit
03:11
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Oh, We ain't got no friends in the you-know-who,
Ain't got the jazz hands of an alley dice game,
Don‟t see fists pumping in the air much more,
But you got to get lost before you can get saved:
But we all bite on reason like its owed to us,
And there ain't nobody saying that it's owed to us,
Cause i ain't ownin' nothing in these shoes,
Like my daddy and my granddad with that 22.
Yeah they shot them gophers like they was food for them,
And grandpa drank his check like it grew on him,
And i think he even said it was owed to him,
Just like his cancered craw might been owed to him.
But we all bite on reason like its owed to us,
And there ain't nobody saying that it's owed to us,
Cause i ain't ownin' nothing in these shoes,
Like my daddy and my granddad with that 22.
Well, I'm gonna tighten my belt.
You hold on to yours,
And we both laugh harsh
Like the sunlight is ours,
Prayin' that the last time
We see them 'others' smile
Is from a gold road paved
With our own righteous miles --
Those of our days!
We be the blood of the earth,
Holding on to the wings of a second birth,
We hope -- we pray we get to see
What's owed to them!
What's owed to them?
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8. |
Partition
02:58
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I partitioned my life drive:
One third for me; one fifth for you;
The rest for the rest; and
Rest for the rest.
But some of what's left has to be O.S. --
To be O.S. -- it has to be there,
But your name could be imprinted there,
Over and over again;
I give you one fifth to be
Written and written and over-written again, yeah,
Over and over again;
But some of what's left has to be O.S. --
To be O. S.; it has to be there,
But your name could be imprinted there,
Over and over again. Yeah
I give you one fifth to be
Written and written and over written again, yeah,
Over and over again;
As we sit in a restaurant,
Hell, it could be outside,
We look through rose' colored glasses,
And try to align our dots and dashes.
These walls are blank. This heart is empty --
It‟s like looking out a squat window into the city;
We talk all about how we have half-full or empty glasses,
How our lives are filling up with brightly painted canvasses.
I give you one fifth to be
Written and written -- over-written again, yeah,
Over and over again;
But some of what's left has to be O.S. --
To be O.S. -- it has to be there,
But your name could be imprinted there
Over and over again.
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9. |
Leaning In
03:07
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We can starve or blindly step
Forward into nothing left --
To move in faultless belief,
And outrun dull anonymity,
We have to shift and create,
Or all this time will flow away.
We have to bind and formulate,
And pattern past the time to wait.
Making each new beginning,
Pressing on and never ending,
Starting free to end all slaving,
We are makers still creating.
Starts are mostly post and passing;
Life is almost always lacking;
Maybe there‟s a different ending
Than rank and file emotive waiting,
Where we shift and create,
Moving forward through today,
Where we bind and formulate,
And pattern past the time to wait.
Making each new beginning,
Pressing on and never ending,
Starting free to end all slaving,
We are makers still creating.
Pushing through motion sickness --
Leaning forward into living.
Pushing through motion sickness --
Leaning forward into living.
Some days we must walk alone,
Whether strength is free or found,
One foot off in the unknown,
The other planted on the ground --
But we have to shift and create,
Or all this time will flow away.
We have to bind and formulate,
And pattern past the time to wait.
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10. |
Hush
03:44
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Quiet. Hush. The monsters are speaking
Into us – are we just microphones?
Who is here -- who is here that lends amplifying
To these tones -- to these tones -- never quite breathing?
Write it all down. Teach it in school:
Socialist Bad and Capitol Cool;
Frozen assets for desire --
Spend it all too.
Silly girl – you‟re not here for breeding,
Or slaving, or silence – you gotta be brave.
Don‟t be a tool – don‟t be a tool; never give up living.
I remember their rules. I remember their rules – how a collar is made.
The growling hard days spattered with smiles.
Moving through the weekends, and marred afternoons.
Step by step, she worked with you,
Even when you tried to go on your own, and now she is alone.
You cut her to pieces, her dreams and her reasons for working and living;
So damn hard -- So damn hard -- So Damn Hard.
Then nothing lines up, and nobody cares, and she is still here
After all these years.
Write it all down -- teach it in school:
Socialist Bad; and Capitol Cool;
Frozen assets for desire --
Spend it all too.
Work until tired. Work until dead.
Swarming like flies, and dropping like lead --
Worn and blue.
I want a road. I want an aeroplane --
Bombs that explode outside my memory lane.
I want disease in other countries.
I‟m down on my knees -- Prayin‟ -- Prayin‟.
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11. |
Ink
03:15
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We were papers, open, under glass,
But printed for a dime.
We come together and you light a match –
You put your hand in mine.
I don't know that we'll be here tomorrow,
So let's own today;
Lets destroy our scripts -- improvise and borrow –
And finally blow away.
Do you know if we‟re turning round again;
Do you know if we‟re turning?
Put us together, sprinkle in a little dust,
Blood, spit, and sweat;
Combine it all with love and lust
Until we can't forget.
I think you finally realized that
Nothing‟s forever,
But if we disregard that note,
We may finally see.
Do you know if we‟re turning round again;
Do you know if we‟re turning?
Do you know if we‟re turning round again;
Do you know if we‟re turning?
Got some old ink on my arm from you --
Made a fresh way and an open view --
If you can believe that the past is through,
And we‟re tired of lying,
Then we can wake up and not disappear,
Sit on a bench in our golden years;
Yeah, it‟s kind of cliché, but no hidden fears
As long as we both are trying.
And we‟re turning round again;
Do you know that we‟re turning?
Do you know that we‟re turning round again;
Do you know that we‟re turning?
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12. |
Reciprocity Failure
03:05
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It‟s not a burden
If it don‟t ever
Hold you down or
Press you falsely.
You raised me up,
But can you see me now? --
A forum brightly lit
With match-to-paper memory.
The 'film' and 'camera' -- The 'me' and 'parent' --
Moved on before the shutter closed each day.
Both eyes and trust were fixed and dried
When your life-lie breath described my wounds away;
We didn't hang out then,
Like what might be, or friends –
I still pushed through it all
And somehow remained humane.
The 'film' and 'camera' -- The 'me' and 'parent' --
Moved on before the shutter closed each day.
Both eyes and trust were fixed and dried
When your life-lie breath described my wounds away;
So keep your wist and liars' breath
To share with other families, cleft,
Who hold down all the harmonies
That live inside a child‟s eyes.
The 'film' and 'camera' -- The me and 'parent' --
Moved on before the shutter closed each day. Oh, I --
Eyes and trust both fixed and dried,
As your life-lie breath described my wounds away.
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Two Eyes For The Dead Minneapolis, Minnesota
Two Eyes For The Dead explores hard rock music with the intention of creating songs that are part poetry and part epiphany. Hailing from Minneapolis, MN, Two Eyes For The Dead aims to enlighten the ignorant and breathe relief into the lungs of the frustrated with a sonic core carrying molten emotion. ... more
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