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Dead Is Better
05:18
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Banging on the word I walked today, a hop, skip, and a jump from the place I stay where the floor caves in and the ceilings all rot, down glistening, shining ways I walk
to where the mists are clearing and the pavement loses light at night... long night.
At the midnight hour in congregated gloom
something like a long lost friend reaches now for you.
Dead in form better, living on the way to a side road kick of indeterminate shape and a gray everlasting blind color out of space sits hidden under time in a clockwork haze.
Dead in form I feel you.
You've got the past that you wanted to do, but you sit in heat and roll it - it's something takes your soul in
to where the clouds are shifting and the air is anxious lies
tonight - long night
where the screw is turning aligned in blighted bricks
so another thin man goes reeling down the thick
filled with lies. if you want to see the truth, it's hidden behind your disguise in a circle of trees further deep in the woods where the powerlines cease and the canyons surge. All energy passes between myriad points and the vectors of disease carve intself into their joints in a choking gray mass of the suffering kind obscuring through the violence how you suffer - but why?
You don't need a mind.
Don't need a brain, it's robbing you blind. How vicious has your body been to satisfy its needs and when you look behind you others follow, gathering with greed, hungering and holed in masses of teeth on the impulses they grind, building higher than they see for a tower of shit, ever convoluted dream. Manifest a prayer of quarters, feed it back into the Beast.
Ask no question, get no liar for the tempest winds of a gathering crime. Beneath the feet of an old church spire all the little clocks unwind.
No need left to dress in white, nor to ride the wave to another harbor.
Taking out the host of time. Turn a tired dream and a yearning on fire.
(and a yearning on fire
and a yearning on fire)
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We Go Dancing
01:42
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We go dancing most every night,
go romancing 'til daylight
and we sing along with the band as it plays its song
in gloryland.
Dancing with you gave us something to do
I thought it was true for a while.
Dancing with you and your moccasin shoe,
but I still haven't walked a mile in your shoes.
We go dancing, and for a while
it's entrancing me like a child.
On we go to the dawn when the stranded rays of the sun
beat down again.
Watching you whisp, twirling over the cliffs
with an eager moon gazing its light.
Dancing with you through the starlight and dew,
but I still haven't walked a mile in your eyes.
Bells of evening and summer wine
rosey clearings towards we wind
and we sing as we spin through a darkness that never ends
in glorylines.
Drawing the night towards the galloping heights
on the steps of a dizzying dream.
Dancing with you through the courts of the moon,
through the halls of a vanishing mile of your sleep.
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Don't go down in the basement
you won't like the things you see.
Alli-guy-tors
and great big spiders,
this building seems to be diseased.
Where the path has been forgotten,
its pavement eaten from within
you won't find it
wound back behind it.
Here the steps lap at your shins.
Don't go down in the baaaaaaaaaasement
whose stairwell gathers you beneath
where dingy meadows
give way to shadow
and a cold spring seeds the air you breathe.
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The Comet
02:26
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A dark shadow has fallen across the land.
A dangerous omen has taken the minds of men.
You've got to go back,
you've got to go back,
and you've got to go back
you've got to go back
'cuz the comet!
'Cuz the comet!
Where you were going, you're never getting there.
No time left to run - it is coming faster!
You've got to go back,
you've got to go back,
and you've got to go back
you've got to go back
'cuz the comet!
'Cuz the comet!
'Cuz the comet!
'Cuz the comet!
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Contact
03:54
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If they need you they will call you
through the writing on the wall
never waiting, always something
and then it never lasts that long
hanging in the silent years, waiting now to fall
where shadows climb
laughing in the lonely woods beneath a wild song
which longs to die
If they want you they can reach you
through the path you've left behind
ride your nightmares back towards where
mind and body left behind
if they need you now and they call you now
ready all your senses for the flight
Hanging behind overgrowths where eager owls call
and shadows climb
If they need you some will get through
ride the ocean of your sighs
fallen faces look back at you
and then fall backwards into light.
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Destwoy All Wabbits!
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Then One Day
05:18
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In lonesome days I sat and hummed it to myself:
"40 watts, 9 volts," electrocuted nuts and bolts.
Not telling, not falt'ring, lips guard my veiled faith
and a silent song carried through those days...
and when a bell rings
and crowds move point to point
and the light I'm under is so old
when it flickers,
between its wearied shines,
in concrete cornerhills I roam.
Then one day, standing on another hill
I got your name in a blur, and it is still
not telling, not falt'ring, lips guard my veiled faith
and a silent song (from a passerby) hangs there and decays
like all those days fall between the night's eye and the gray,
you'll never have it for your own.
You don't wait where others walk in all these days,
but in dead halls you'll find a home.
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π¦Pactπ¦
03:03
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You and I
two points aligned
which never meet...
converging ways
in spite of things they say
and the passing days
drain me
slowly,
surely
waste our fucking time.
I'm sick of all the bullshit,
same old worn out lies.
You don't have to do it with me,
but I'm going now to die
and it's ok, it's not scary.
Yes, it's better and I'm glad
and I don't need any pills.
It is better to be dead.
This is the truth.
And I don't care what's polite.
I π¦ die.
I π¦ die.
I π¦ die.
I π¦ die.
I π¦ die.
I π¦ die.
I π¦ die.
I π¦ die.
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Cuzzfunt
08:33
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Flowers are wilted now you're gone
I'm here jilted on the church house lawn.
I was a fool, I was a fool.
It makes no difference now.
Tidings of violence and I've got to leave,
don't even remember what I came here to grieve
and anyway, it makes no difference now.
I've been touched by the fingers of night,
down a stairwell of moonbeams to a catacombs' light,
something insidious, by a hideous strength I'm alive.
Out of its endless power, by the sleeping sea.
Long to be there, floating free.
Into the gloom of the midnight mist,
my stilted love won't even long for a kiss.
I was a fool, I was cruel.
It makes no difference now.
Tidings of violence and I've got to leave,
don't even remember what I came here to grieve
and anyway, it makes no difference now.
I've been touched by the fingers of night,
down a stairwell of moonbeams to a catacombs' light,
something insidious, by a hideous strength I'm alive.
Out of its endless power, by the sleeping sea.
Long to be there, floating free.
Windows are glossed with a layer of pain,
and in the thickening frost I can't remember your name.
The gray way that winds beneath a million signs
points to hate.
Tidings of violence and I've got to leave,
don't even remember what I came here to grieve
and anyway, it makes no difference now.
I've been touched by the fingers of night,
down a stairwell of moonbeams to a catacombs' light,
something insidious, by a hideous strength I'm alive.
Out of its endless power, by the sleeping sea.
Long to be there, floating free.
Flowers are wilted now you're gone
I'm here jilted on the church house lawn.
I was a fool, I was a fool.
It makes no difference now.
Tidings of violence and I've got to leave,
don't even remember what I came here to grieve
and anyway, it makes no difference now.
I've been touched by the fingers of night,
down a stairwell of moonbeams to a catacombs' light,
something insidious -
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Carlton Heston Atlanta, Georgia
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