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Sleepwalker
03:24
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How’d yu make that sacrificial stew?
Did yu fill it up with animals? Will it taste anything like yu?
Where do yu explore on yr sleepwalks ?
Are yu simply admiring the magnitude of the stars?
Tonight is optical & damp
Holding dentures in my hand
It’s supply & demand
It’s hot so there’s an oscillating fan in yr van
Tonight is circular & warm
My New Order shirt is torn
Sky just looks like it’ll storm
Dreaming as yr feet move across the floor
Running holy circles around yr porch
Sitting crosslegged (yr tree-fort) waning moon feels like a hot torch
Time keeps flashing physicality
Generously, I allow chronology to catch up to me
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Surfboard
03:31
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yr on yr surfboard floating down Providence canal
Yu said to take a car was cliched & banal
Obstacles are fleeting
Either Hamlet or Ophelia
Depending on the day & the mood
It’s unclear how ironic yu are being
All of yr tobacco is Eastern European
I can’t be persuaded
Not even at my most vulnerable
To follow yu down the stream
Start up slow but then yr gone
We talk a lot then I’m withdrawn
First it’s dusk & then its dawn
I can’t quit tell what drugs yr on
A new tattoo on yr cheekbone
Yu call me up, our lungs explode
We’d hang out more but I’m always on the road
& when I’m home yr usually stoned
yr on yr surfboard floating down Providence river
Like soap dissolving on yr torso in the shower
I just feel defeated
As yu paddle away say, ‘nice to know ya’
How can I sit here like a stone ?
Yu say goodbye w/ this giddy sort of bluntness
Like we’ve let decades passively float past us
I can’t let myself feel jaded
Not even in this helpless moment
Where I’m watching yu paddle down the stream
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Conundrum
03:54
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I wouldn’t try to touch yr Pulitzer Prize
But I wouldn’t squirm at all if yu touched my thigh
Ya kno too much about me to surmise
Then yr roommate walks by at the perfect time
[[ as yu slice me off a piece of yr baguette & pour some wine ]]
Cobwebs & dust
Chew my fingernails enough to call it lunch
Morbid boredom
The two of us do live in that conundrum
Then yr frozen in front of the fireplace
Yu keep talking, yu hardly move yr face
I notice the bread is fake & it’s changing shapes
The stale air is no longer opaque
[[ do yu like my house plant? It’s poison & so is the vase ]]
We both perform
The two of us have been alone fr way too long
Yr white tile floor
I roll around a bit then yu show me the door
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Coffee Table Popurrí
03:25
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The clock strikes midnight & my wounds open up
Flexing my phalanges, I’m showing yu my cut
Yr pointing at things around the living room
Gesture towards the trash can, the sentient vacuum
Just nodding lazily, I smoke
Coffee table potpourri, wander towards the stove
So much for the afterglow
Bonsai trees, throat-coat tea, the room rotates so slow
It’s 3 AM & we’re baking some bread
Talking about tarantulas, if we should get a pet
You’re showing me memes, a leftist Facebook page
I laugh but I’m stoned, I’d laugh at anything
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It’s musty in the winter &
spacious in the summertime
Inertia takes a hold of yu
& boredom seems to multiply
I’m at home now,
I wish I was somewhere else
Can yu blame me
I’m waiting to hear the doorbell
It mite seem like I’m stalling
like I’m waiting fr some glue to dry
I’m heating up some water
I promise I’ll be right outside
I hear music
probably coming from yr car
I can’t blame yu
I’m probably taking way too long
Dart to the front door from the kitchen
Any old reason to stay awake
People say hey joe but I don’t listen
Any old reason to keep others at arm’s length
Streetlights tend to flicker when
I’m super high & passing by
Thermos fill’d w/ liquor
as I’m walking towards the west side
I hear music
third floor apartment
Can you blame me
tie my shoe & walk in
It’s spacious in the kitchen
but it’s crowded in the living room
I’m sitting on the ottoman
Someone offers me mushrooms
I see music
flutter from the speakers
Scrape the surface
& throwing down an anchor
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Lawn Chairs
04:29
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We’re wearing snorkels in the shower
We clog the drain & let the room fill up
One cup of propane fr auld lang syne
We’re underwater & it is daytime
Thru goggles, I see you smiling
You’re talking in bubbles but I know what yr saying
We are on lawn chairs in the kitchen
I’m grinding up coffee, you just keep drawing
You don’t miss a single wrinkle
My nerves start humming, my stomach crumbles when
You hop on the bus, a smooth sashay
I’m on the sidewalk, you wave as it drives away
Drop a lit cig burn a hole in my shirt now
A thin earthly breeze wafts me towards the sundown
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