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Astroturf Universe
01:42
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as we're fuck'd up fantastically
the weeknd goes by so hastily
i've got my eye on my laptop screen
& only say things sarcastically
as we're fuck'd up fantastically :)))))))))))
yu contradict me emphatically
playing pokemon go on the quad
(ironically)
who's the one who told yu that? (idk)
yu sit there w/ yr tin-can makeshift telephone
a natural progression
point a ---> point b
(a microwave oven)
sasquatch ---> euripides
(( this won't
last long ))
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Algal Bloom
04:21
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All morning at the saw mill
Slicing cigarettes in half
You take the holy fast track
Drinking half-caff
Standing idle on the treadmill
smoking cigarettes in Gold’s Gym
To take the rolling knoll path
towards some
// iconoclast // aristocrat //
// overeager // psychopath //
Yr self-portrait saponifies
I’m telepathy personified
[ yu look at me like I’m
the weirdest guy in the room ]
Soaking up every second of limelight
A cloud in the ocean, a red tide
[ i jump in the water
submerge in algal bloom ]
Cultivating seaweed in the bathtub
Whip out a cig, ask if i want one
& then we hop into yr gondola
my arms are tired (from flying) so yu offer to row
Eating Paleo at lunchtime
Think we’re changing up some paradigm
We can barely whistle, smoking joint after joint
Then napping on the shoreline
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MALLRAT
02:58
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tattoo yrself,
it's two in the morning.
w/ the bellboy & the tourists
yr a MALLRAT in a mushroom-alter'd forest.
(( & yr lighter than air. ))
tattoo yrself,
it's two in the morning.
the sidewalk is
a fitting landing strip.
yr passed out
// frostbit // starlit //
"when yr dreamboat
turns out to be a footnote" **
yr a mallrat
making eyes w/ the florist.
** (Costello, 1983)
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4. |
As My Daydreams Swim By
03:20
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Move further
Wire & Mission of Burma
Feeling drunk from yesterday
The xylophone cannot be played
Because I’m not the fastest learner
Yuve got it all wrong
I’m not a chain-smoking know-it-all
Ah my daydreams swim by
dressed as some anonymous passerby this time
I hold my hand high, they don't even say “what’s up” !
Shine with a dimly lit fervor
Lighting yr cigarette / the stove top burner
Each clock in the apartment bursts
Time will stop & then reverse
Lighting yr cigarette / the plane’s afterburner
Smell of lamprey on my fingers
Asleep in Cambridge, I see yu thru the window
Clasp me in yr handkerchief
To be wiped away’s a grate relief
Am I actually a shitty person?
Yuve got it all wrong
I’m not a chain-smoking know-it-all
As my daydreams swim by
I’m waving my arms, sitting on the sea-wall
Can ya see me at all? Yu don't even say “what’s up” !
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& cherry alive
02:31
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Where to go
as the day unfolds?
If i just had a moment alone
i would know what the world knows
An idea makes my head explode
Where to go as the day unfolds?
Clasp hands like it’s nice outside
[[too drunk]] & cherry alive
Unhook all that’s stale & cold
Where to go if I’m too old?
If i just had a moment alone
i’d understand the world...who knows?
Barefoot in late July
to be scared & not know why
the sunlight has taken its toll
where to go as the day unfolds
indecision has taken its toll
where to go if i’m too old
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I’ve got one too many
A certain slant of sunlight
over the bonsai tree
Why not come & sit with me
An old suitcase fill’d to the brim with weed
Roll cigs on the tractor
As the shitzus just play with the sheep
I’ve got one too many
Scour all the hippie communes
just to find me
Why not come & eat with me?
At a shitty diner on route 133?
Roll cigs on the table
As we wait fr our eggs & coffee
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Sea-Shell Choker
02:44
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Fucked up, the good kind
A clam-bake, a campfire
Sea shells on his neck
they choked’m, he liked it
Treat the day like a landslide
made of foam
I didn’t want to
stay awake, I had to
In Sanskrit, you admit
yr too stoned, yr starlit
Dirt sticks, to my skin
in my grave, my sweat stains
A garden in yr kitchen
It’s a good way of living
Fucked up, the best kind
Amphetamines, lets go outside
Treat the night like a snakebite
& a yawn
Come with me somewhere
I’ve never gone
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Acid Green
03:38
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It’s a version of moving that nobody pictures
We’re twisting the years into difficult shapes
It’s a suburban heart-ache, a perfect enigma
Restlessly roving & just wasting time
all this mystical business //
all this mystical business that’s been
taking up yr weekend nights
It’s gyrating funny // doesn’t quite feel right
blankness in blankets // groans in droves
introduce myself over the phone
there’s always a distance too remote
staying silent is hurting my throat
After drinks we’ll just start rowing
Towards where the river starts to open up
The current takes us to another moment
where the water’s not so ruff
It’s the typical letdown that nobody pictures
deeply enticing & all acid green
It’s a fantastic haircut from breakfast to lunchtime
A deep breath of spray-paint from a paper bag
I’ve been seeping deep into the region
All the hours get squished into one
I’ve been feeling more like a heathen
flying closer & closer to the sun
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10. |
the last cab in Berlin
02:06
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Sugar-coated: holy cow, I think we’ve got one
Oh, I’m devoted, this sailboat will get moving soon
Holy motor: holy cow, I think we’ve beat the sunrise
Where’d you go then? You put yr phone down & then just walk away
That’s the part I thought I got
That’s the part I wish yude tell about
That’s the moment I knew
all the locals hated me.
Re-imagine a swimming pool in the cobblestone of Kreuzberg
My spirit slithers from my bedroom to the shrouded verdant Görlitzer
Im underwater -- European mayonnaise lathers chicken
Where do I go then? Mid-afternoon & I’m still sitting in the breezeway
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11. |
Water Shrew
02:41
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after that
we'll climb the roof of the mall.
(( like i used to ))
dropping coins
watching them fall
(( lol fish food ))
stickers all
over the wall
(( i'm used 2 it ))
mornings can't come
quick enuff
these days
snorkeling alone
i like ( ? ) that sort of thing
cold papaya in spring
a world of glowing instincts
after that
sit on the front porch
eating chinese food
fucking around w/
a beer can
that's split in two
slice the palm
of my own hand
but i'm used to it
& yu
don't touch yr
food
& i
shrink to the size of a
water shrew
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