1. |
Palisade
03:20
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I donāt think this is where we end
but Iāve got some things that we must attend to.
Iāve been indiscriminate
but I canāt hide behind accidentals.
Now,
Iāve been saying somethings I donāt like
but what else can I identify with?
I canāt sleep Iām on them vines.
I knew those easy days,
long days,
long aisles in between me.
Iām living on easy line,
blue vine,
then Iām sick, Iām sleeping all the time.
I said Iād be there, so Iāll come & let you in.
O, itās for you, Leo,
from across the meridian.
When I was over you
my arms were trembling.
I said Iād be there, so Iāll come & let you in.
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2. |
The Metronome
03:20
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The night my
necklace fell off
you fluttered through my
capillaries like a
stone moth.
I agree with your ideas but not your tactics
so look me in the eye & be practical.
When practically thereās nothing left for me to say or do,
itās only up to you.
A live ladybug
trapped between my toes:
keep it together man,
weāre all connected now,
stay composed.
I agree with your ideas but not your tactics
so look me in the eye & be practical.
Practically thereās nothing left for me to say or do,
itās only up to you.
The current picture: the metronome;
I donāt know what this is but itās not my home.
I thought that we were falling in love.
But we werenāt; only I was.
I agree with your ideas but not your tactics
so look me in the eye & be practical.
When practically thereās nothing left for me to say or do,
itās only up to you.
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3. |
Mather Knoll
03:50
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You said wake up
when the curtains are moving out and in.
I said that might not be too far from the truth,
anyways.
Iāll buy you breakfast,
Iāll buy you medicine.
Youāre calling me out,
youāre calling me in.
Little thoughts running,
itās not a problem,
itāll come back.
Iāll get to hand shaking
when I wanna.
I canāt be alone enough.
I canāt be alone enough.
Walking awful quiet
I could organize my head:
compartmentalizing it,
starting out with our impediments.
I canāt have breakfast without you calling me!
(Youāre calling me out, youāre calling me in.)
Little thoughts running,
itās not a problem,
itāll come back.
Iāll get to hand shaking
when I wanna.
I canāt be alone enough.
I canāt be alone enough.
Go back to the safe side,
go back to Mather Knoll.
Go back to the safe side,
go back to Mather Knoll.
Go back to the safe side,
go back to Mather Knoll.
Go back to the safe side,
go back to Mather Knoll.
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4. |
Over My Shoulder
04:00
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Quick shadow dribbling down me:
I'm looking over my shoulder.
Justifying anything's easy,
like, you look when you hear a sound.
Somebody once told me,
āLoosen up your eyes
because it feels nice,ā
then no more on that subject.
I blindly led you on & me in the process.
Thick pupil dilating quietly:
I'm looking over my shoulder.
Just if I'm within the interstices,
then I'm looking for when you come āround.
Somebody once told me:
āLoosen up your eyes
because it feels nice,ā
but then no more on that subject.
I blindly led you on & me in the process.
Don't ask how my day was,
don't ask anything else.
(Where did all the time go? // Where'd you put my suitcase?)
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5. |
Peeling Off The Bark
03:58
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Leaning in a dark room:
a look alike James Wright
(when all my life Iāve been rejecting,
what will I say yes to?).
What did I say yes to?
Iād been cutting glass carefully
& all my time was spent alone;
I didnāt expect you.
What did I say yes to?
What did I say?
Been talking ābout you so much
Iām talking you away.
(What did I say yes to?
What did I say?
Iāve been talking about you so much
Iām talking you away.)
Cooking up some mushroom in my kitchen,
tryna tell you about my month;
youāre only half-listening.
I know I never listen;
how can I? Your eyes bloom:
slanted yellow in the blinds
bleeding into a dark room.
So how could I say yes to you?
What should I say?
Iāve been talking ābout you so much
Yea, what did I say yes to?
What did I say?
Iāve been thinking ābout you so much
I think Iām thinking you away.
I'm opening it up now:
What a plunge! What a lark!
I'm picking all the seeds out,
I'm peeling off the bark.
I'm picking all the seeds out!
I'm breaking it apart.
I'm opening it up now,
I'm peeling off the bark.
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6. |
Morningtime
04:53
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What if I went down to the pinegrove & didnāt find anything?
What if I went past it, yet nothing in me sang?
Now Iām behind again because my bones wonāt align that way.
Some other time, in another life.
Ever since āThe Archangel
Michael Killing Satanā
Iāve been tryna capture
both ends of the splinter:
the visible part between my fingernails
& the part still in my finger.
Ever since I can remember,
since the day before they split,
Iāve been tryna capture
some realm I donāt know yet.
You & I, weāre immiscible.
Iāve known it since we laid in the thistles.
& in the moments when Iām difficult
you silence me in my revolt.
Every since āI,ā
since the moments when the night limped by,
& all of a sudden it was morningtime.
Morningtime, morningtime.
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7. |
Recycling
04:35
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Rolling on his back like an ocelot,
crawling on his stomach you make the lids stick together:
nothing really bugs me out,
nothing really bugs me.
Tightening the slack on the millimeter tape,
trudging through your stomach I make the walls split forever:
Nothing really bugs me out,
nothing really bugs me
anymore. I've had enough.
Now we're on the same page.
Now weāre on the same page!
Circling the gap like you don't know what you hold,
drying out my knuckles you tucked it between the fold:
nothing really bugs me out,
nothing really bugs me.
Recycling the cans at the center by the boxcars
we've been carving little symbols in the bark:
nothing really bugs me out,
nothing really bugs me
out.
So let it go:
there's nothing I could tell you
that you donāt already know.
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8. |
Sunday
06:11
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I woke up it was Saturday,
grey in the sky,
thereās nothing more to say on that.
I got up got out of my bed,
stretched my arms wide,
itās time to let this fall from me.
Itās time to let it fall.
I move through & just as soon
my clothes are catching on.
(My eyes closed, lost in my room.)
I move through & just assume
my clothes are catching on thorns,
but Iām bringing them with me,
bringing them with me.
Call me on Sunday.
Call me!
Call me!
Call me on Sunday.
I move through & just as soon
my clothes are catching on.
Iāll come through, I always do.
When Iām moving I just assume
my clothes are catching on thorns,
but Iām bringing them with me,
bringing them with me.
I never kept good touch.
But itās alright, you never expected much.
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Pinegrove Montclair, New Jersey
Management:
Tom - tom@castiron-mgmt.com
PR:
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