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Black Day
02:16
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2. |
24 Views of Mount Fuji
05:17
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seasons followed one another
we always swallowed one another
no matter how big the lie
I’m doing dishes with your mother
I’m moving furniture for your father
no matter how hard I try
I couldn't sew the tear together if I wanted to
even in the moments of disorder, I still wanted to... I did, oh
and we were standing at the bottom
we were all tightly knit together
and bit by bit
you all disappeared
and reason came to replace passion
oh, and you got obsessed with the fashion
and colour turned to black and white
you're out of focus and receding
oh, and this film is proceeding
with or without the dialogue I write
I couldn't put the moments in order if I wanted to
and even in the moment of disorder, I still wanted you... I did
and we were standing at the bottom
we were all tightly knit together
and bit by bit
you all disappeared
from the picture
and oh how I missed you
oh oh
and oh how I missed you
oh oh
I couldn't sew the moment together if I wanted to
and even in the moment of disorder, I still wanted you.. I did
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3. |
Shut Up
04:03
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I tend to keep shut,
despite not shutting up
not that you notice
the difference
between soft and tough
it’s often tough
if I came down hard on you
all I had was a card or two
and I showed my hand
too early to bluff
haven’t been
quite candid enough
keep shut
without shutting up
let me out
without giving up
keep shut
without shutting up
without giving up
well I opened up
and nothing came out
I tipped the cup
missed tapping the spout
and I came on soft
keeping shut
too shut, too shut off
but I didn’t shut up
when it mattered most
when we were actually close
keep shut
without shutting up
let me out
without giving up
keep shut
without shutting up
let me out
oh, don’t give up
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4. |
Interest
04:20
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I never even had an interest in
settling down until I met you
I didn’t know if it was a good idea to let you in;
nevertheless, I let you
in the interest of being amicable
I vote we put the past behind us
see all those despicable little details
they nitpicked us and lied to us
in the interest of tracing
the steps back to the root of the problem
we investigated
far too deeply in the bottom
our inner demons
they tore us apart
I thought I was close
but I was so far
we exorcised our demons,
whether or not we mean it
In the interest of healing,
let us close the wound now that it is treated
there is only one thing I miss
my interest in you won’t diminish
in the interest of putting an end to it
I plead we reconcile this argument
you stand there with hands on hips
eyes locked to mine and pursed lips
if you wanted to read me
now would be – in the interest of honesty –
perfect timing
as I lay my heart on my sleeve
I’m an open book
in the interest of not being overlooked
these crazy ideas you cooked up
that there was something amiss
and you mistook
my cowardice for animosity
my comma splice for a pause-too-long atrocity
in the interest of avoiding surcharges, we always rode economy
there is only one thing I miss
my interest in you won’t diminish
I never was very interested
in wearing a crown
the burden of ruling upright
left me down with frown
in the interest of packing the room
with an agreeable crowd
I suggest we top the drinks
with another free round
everyon’e got their pace
and you had yours
I've got my price; I paid it at least twice
before I learned
you were in too deep to deny
but in the interest of honesty,
I honestly don’t know why
I said those things that made you cry
there is only one thing I miss
my interest in you won’t diminish
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5. |
Allegory, My Friend
03:57
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traced across the time we had
the time of our lives; too bad
that we forged a friendship
on lies just to survive.
and we became enemies
much the same way I see
the same way each time
that you fucked each my wives
allegory, my dearest friend
we are nearing our fearful end
in all its gory detail
traced in this crescendo
for the fourth and final time
you asked “what was my crime?”
your crime was betrayal
and in the end, so was mine
so here, now, separated
by many miles and years later
your actions still desperate;
still the heart of a traitor.
how you thought you got the best
in your bedroom conquests
but friend or enemy, I was first,
and you a mere guest:
an allegory of no consequence
and that is the true test
flattering me is all that’s left;
you fucked up all the rest.
traced across the time we had
I tried to make good of the bad
Our crumbled crust
Because you must have read the dust
It said we were over
In the way its film lay over
All the memories we shared
And my feelings you never cared about
Allegory, my dearest friend
You have always set the trend
And made a mockery song
Of the things I always longed for
You told me I deserved it
Maybe true, but the curve ball
You threw, wasn’t deserved by any
And least of all by me
So here it ends, on the page
A last fuck you in rage
Your apologies somewhat hollow
And me not willing to swallow
Maybe one day it will come
Regret for something you’ve done
And we can bury the hatchet
But for now I’d rather trash it
The allegory in the end
Is what became of my friend
When he betrayed my love
And made me what I’ve become.
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6. |
The Duke
09:01
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far across the country
sleeping in a summer guest bed
I was dreaming wishful wonders
the heat gone to my head
a walk-on part I was granted
blurry, but in reel time
stop-motion enough to see every detail
play out like the scene of a crime
there was no Cary Grant
no Humphrey Bogart
no John Wayne
to teach me Texas hold’em
but I got a backstage nod
From the awesome Aesop Rock
And a collaborative offer
from Will Oldham
Aes made me postcards
Montages of words
And images from magazines
Appropriate and absurd
Billy was constructive;
critiqued my production
but gave props to my licks
and clever sound tricks
the Duke won’t make a comeback
he’s not playing blackjack
with Elvis and Tupac
on a desert isle
but he’s always there in reel time
just press rewind
and play the tape over again
like a dream that’ll never end.
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7. |
Casa Blanca
07:36
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a week across the continent
I wiped the slate clean
to the desert I came and went
like a whitewashed dream
on Casa Blanca road to Sonora
I daydreamt back six years ago
and what I didn’t have anymore
for all the fears I didn’t know
oh I knew I’d come back
full circle to you
to amend the facts
finally show you who
I was and who I am
a troubled but truthful man
a highway through the dustdevils
a denim lapis ring
dirty, muddy, sweaty, disheveled
anticipation made me sing
perfect moments & sleep be damned
quoted back until I sank
into your waiting hands
eased down the road to Casa Blanca
oh I knew I’d come back
full circle to you
to amend the facts
finally show you who
I was and who I am
a troubled but truthful man
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8. |
Blackbreech
03:15
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what did it get you then?
soot-stained asshole at the top of the heap
a war on a sister religion
from the tyrant of terror, the commander-in-chief
get away, blackbreech
we’re all so sick of your smug smoke and mirrors
stop your hatespeech
your surge of soldiers ain’t saviours or heroes
who are you fooling?
sitting safely ‘cross the ocean in a white stronghold
do you think that we truly
believe that this is not about black gold?
eight years of plunder and lies
our fate sealed under blood red skies
like a smeared empty promise of rebuilding
rebuilding nothing, we’re too busy killing
why did you do it to kin?
your sires straight into the fires
trampling down civilians
so no one is left to call you the liar?
get away, blackbreech
i know the name of hypocrisy
it’s an anagram of our treatment
O’ He Buggers with a capital B
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we faced off in the snow
eyes locked together
we faced off in the snow
locked in a stare
we faced off in the snow
eyes locked together
we faced off in the snow
eyes locked together…
we’re still half students,
we’re still surviving
and living with hand-me-downs
we have a gift for knowing
how to enjoy and not to drown
is it in our bones perhaps
our hearts they were
in the right place
they grew too big
right from the start
we both run the race
we have come here
we were drawn together
though our pasts both fell apart
we are grownup children
of a modern day failed art
we repeat the past
magnified through the looking glass
we are the reason
we failed
we’re proud of being crass
it is in our hearts
to reach out
for a love
that sped up
right from the start
we both run the race
we have come here
we were drawn together
we held each other up for courage
we are grownup children
of a modern day failed marriages…
of a modern day failed marriages…
we face each other
our eyes are locked together
I come from the land of fear and snow
waving our thoughts to and fro’
I’ve got a glass
You’ve got a drink
Let’s get together and sink
Into ourselves
We are not the past
We are looking ahead
Not behind us
Too the future instead
What will become of
Our lives
It’s to hard to say
We don’t know What we have today
Is all we’ve got to go on
we have come here
we were drawn together
we held each other up for courage
we are grownup children
of a modern day failed marriages…
is it in our bones perhaps
our hearts they were
in the right place
they grew too big right from the start
we both run the race
we both run the race
we stand here face to face
eyes locked together
face to face
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10. |
Vacation
03:37
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skies in the marketplace
gold and blue
streaked by the jet planes
shopping on Saturdays
fresh fruit wooden stalls
friendly hellos
cheap peaches ’n’ cream
and strawberries sell out
Whisper in my ear:
“Let’s go have a beer
and plan our vacation
To the north west territories,
You and me
On the Dawson highway;
me riding shot, and
the A/C’s busted
so it’s a little too hot…”
but we don’t care
we’re on vacation out here
no we don’t care
we’re on vacation out here
fries and gravy
from the casse croute
speeding down the highway
we are in pursuit
just heading forward
nowhere in particular
maybe somewhere
we can’t go in our car
you and me
on a desert savannah
the moon and the wolf
and nothing else
this is heart beating
one between us
this is where
I found myself
‘cause we don’t care
we’re on vacation out here
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“leave behind the world you know,”
said the fox to the crow
“ride the red fur atop my back;
i promise you will not be attacked.”
“leave behind the world you know,”
said the gangster to his bro
“you can trade impoverished shame
for fifteen minutes of glorious fame.”
if it’s all the same to you
i’ll watch while you cut the deck
i’m not saying
that I don’t trust you;
you’d do it too if it was your neck
“leave behind the people you’ve been”
said the president to all his men
“i have relieved you of your sin;
you walk away, my solemn pardon.”
“leave behind the cyan blue sky,”
said the spider to the fly;
“climb the web into my breast;
i’ll take care of all the rest.”
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12. |
Before You Go
04:46
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before you go
I wanted to tell you
that I have loved you so
tell you though you already knew
it’s how we blossomed
how we grew
together
the unspoken truth
that lay between us
was both the wedge and the glue
pried us apart and
kept us tight
‘til there was nothing else to do
but fight
still I am not your enemy
will you be there for me?
I am here for you
before you go
I wanted to tell you
this is how we grow
we learn our lessons in the hardest ways
it’s how we learn
but not regret,
it was no mistake
before you go
don’t forget me
before you go
don’t regret me
before you go
don’t resent me
before you go
just let me
say “I know…
I’ll always be here
‘cause I know you.
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