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I saw the rabbits disappear into the brush
A woman walking in a black gown on the bike path at dusk
The full moon climbing up, up, up
I fell down and hyperextended my thumb
Is there a thread to be followed there?
I'm not sure.
Is there an overarching narrative?
I'm not sure.
Rabbit, black gown, full moon, fall down.
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2. |
Atmospheric River
00:35
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Atmospheric river,
lay me down,
spray me down.
I'll float around.
Though I may be drenched,
I won't be...
...
quenched
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3. |
Bells Together
00:28
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Two brass bells
Air flowing through
Pressed tight and
Intermodulating
Can't hold true
Wild and doomed
Scattered like an
interference pattern
In this bright room
Light and windows
We'll intermodulate and
Scatter
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4. |
The Broken Window
00:50
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There was a room that the light had never seen
So I broke the window to let the light in
There was a room that the lint had never left
So I broke the window to let the lint out
The light came in and the lint went out
And they passed each other at the broken window
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5. |
The Creature
00:30
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Put on your clothes and
step out of your home
and get something to put into
the maw of the creature
The creature's silent
but it makes its demands known
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6. |
Drum Beat
00:37
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Do you want to listen to?
Do you want to listen to?
Do you want to listen to
a drum beat that doesn't stop?
Drum beat that doesn't stop?
I'll push the button
and turn it up
Drum beat that doesn't stop?
Drum beat that doesn't stop?
I'll push the button
and turn it up
and leave the room
and take a walk
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7. |
Dug
01:02
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8. |
Eyeglass Frames
00:33
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The photograph of eyeglass frames
that didn't work
Your brow so heavy
your skin so fair
The color that washed out your hair
the forgotten ones
you would have worn
the whole benefit year
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9. |
Gap Year
00:37
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I took that gap year
threw everything that I had in my
knapsack
and headed out far away
I smelled smells and I heard voices
Unfamiliar vistas rising
All the voices said "don't go back"
But I went back -
Took everything out of my
Knapsack
Unfolded random maps on the
old kitchen table,
pointed there,
and said I'd go back
But I won't go back.
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By the way,
you've been dealt a bad hand.
Don't just let it pass.
Get it looked at.
Incidentally,
you've got a bad gland.
Don't just let it pass.
Get it looked at.
Run your fingers up
your family tree.
Each and every branch.
Each and every leaf.
Your unknown and
unclaimed property.
Don't just let it pass.
Get it looked at.
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11. |
I'm a Mess
00:44
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I'm a mess -
can you deal with it?
Bless this mess!
This blessed morass
to inhabit
To etch its way
into your cortex.
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12. |
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Rolling around in my car in Tualatin -
It's the last nice day of the year!
This music was recorded last month,
but it sounds like it was made in 1972.
Condo dwellers joggin' round
The Lake of the Commons!
Nothing in this world can ever change!
The autumn light glints off of the fake lake!
The singers are signing "doo-doo-doo."
I'm burning moderate amounts of fossil fuel.
Rolling around, coasting on -
past glory!
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13. |
Leafy Neighborhood
00:33
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I ride, I glide
ooh-ooh-ooh
Through your leafy neighborhood
Getting side-eyed as I ride
ooh-ooh-ooh
Through your leafy neighborhood
I long to be there,
but I don't belong there.
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14. |
Letters Removed
00:33
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There was a farmer had a dog
The dog had a name
It kept disappearing every day.
The dog kept having visions that each night
a letter was removed from his name by a child.
Replacing it, in turn, with a handclap.
Premonitions
of being taken out back.
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15. |
Lint
00:34
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We're tumbled and tossed
into fibers reduced
into list into dust
that are blown out the vent
to be seen in the frost
into heaps to amass
to be caught in a trap
and thrown out with the trash
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16. |
Listicle
00:17
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I read the listicle.
I'll never get those
19 seconds back.
My eyes hurt from the
interstitial ads.
It wasn't good,
but it was short.
Nothing remembered
and nothing bought.
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17. |
999,999,999
00:40
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If I go one more
it will be unclear
so I'll stop here.
A nice place to be.
This certainty.
Before we get into
milliards and billions
This ambiguity
in front of me.
So I'll go with what I know.
Keep things nice and slow
in the face of the enormous
task before us.
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18. |
Owl Mask
00:45
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You put on that owl mask
I don't know you.
Don't know those eyes,
don't know that beak.
I don't know that owl
screaming in that tree.
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In their fatigue
a memory
The flashing things
they used to be
Ringing out!
Fearsome, dangerous!
Now bringing up
the rear of an ox
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20. |
Poetaster
01:03
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The plonk in September
propelled the poetaster
into the arms of the
post-grunge vocalist
Blink and you'll miss it-
the sperm to the ovum,
divided in thirds and now
whining for Paw Patrol.
Buy Here! Pay Here!
Eyes on a 4Runner -
he signs, it revs,
DVD screen descends
She's traded chapbooks
back into scrapbooks
And he's doing dishes,
dodging calls from Sweetwater
An amp in the corner
A meniscus of dust on top
A discarded mommy blog
And a lifted Toyota
to loom above the fog
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21. |
Princess of Songs
00:53
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Some things don't last too long,
Princess of Songs -
They just flitter through the ether,
glitter in the stratosphere,
assemble in our TVs -
one night only!
But still we remember
and sing along,
Princess of Songs.
Much much later we remember
how it smelt and felt
through that little speaker.
Memories assemble, awake we startle,
sleeping at the mall,
but we sing along,
Princess of Songs.
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22. |
Prompt!
00:25
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23. |
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I remember that second time in that second room -
[wait, what?]
But then I remind to the harsh old grind -
all those tangled wires -
All those books and tapes -
All those brief escapes
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24. |
Sadness Modulation
00:37
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They cared so deeply -
It didn't matter
then or now,
but the void needs voices
To push the night forth,
to modulate the
Amplitude of Sadness
Holes in our hearts
and air to fill
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25. |
Septembers
00:35
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We bungled and lumbered
through nightmare Septembers
The fruit of the harvest
Was no good -
We did as we should,
but our hands were unsteady.
Winter upcoming
and we weren't ready
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26. |
Snork Bric-a-Brac
00:33
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Plastic Snorks you
picked up in a parking lot
and schlepped around
from town to town.
Decades pass
on dusty shelves -
they stare back
from the bric-a-brac.
Let's give them back -
Release them into
some blank bin
in some parking lot
A mediocre universe
In which they'll never
Decompose
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27. |
Summer at Home
00:25
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He's got his head in her lap
And she's on a cell phone
In the middle of a huge lawn
At dusk
Half lit by the moon
But more by the cell phone
They look bored - what more to do?
A summer at home
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28. |
Theory Internal
00:30
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Shine, shine, shine
the insides of the structure
Nobody sees it
But it's gleaming
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29. |
To Be Right
00:28
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It would have been so easy to be right
under the garish stage lights
But the wrong words tumbled from my mouth
They just wanted out
It would have been so simple to be right
I wouldn't think about it at night.
I'd write a date
on the VHS
the triumphant fate
of the contest
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30. |
Underliving
00:47
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I saw this hill
and found a home
The curves of this ridge
became a home
The time I put the spade to this hiill
Turned landscape into dwellingplace
I underlive under you
I underlive under you
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31. |
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Why did the man put the car in the oven?
There's multiple answers to any question
So there I was at the end of the line,
rehearsing the joke I'd told a thousand times
And time went forth and time elapsed and
soon I was sitting in that man's lap.
The question came out fine,
but I blew the punchline.
"Because he wanted a hot rod!"
"Because the cake was in the garage!"
Both of those answers were valid -
but not the stupid thing that I said.
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32. |
Young Cartographer
00:38
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This world's remote and
this world is small
It's well known
I've mapped it all
In every corner
of every frame
I've taken measurements
and left a name
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33. |
Zoo Keeper
00:22
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Everything's falling apart.
I can't hold it together.
The beasts seek release
and they're gnawing away
at the walls of their shelter.
Everything's spinning off axis
faster than I can process.
It gets faster and louder
and then disappears into
phosphor and clatter
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