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1. |
Dove Of Hope
04:23
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flee on midnight flights
to string lights up in the blue wild distance
and we stay here and fight:
what if the platitudes are true in this one instance?
i.e.: you’re the billion-dollar dove
and I know nothing about love
save, love is blank
love’s the snake
love is trouble
erase our gains – tank our careers
now there’s nothing to my name except its letters
and love will get us disappeared
will get us thrown from planes and nullified forever
senators won’t take our calls.
they’d just as soon have your back against the wall.
so grab your bricks, your burner phones,
the ones you love, and hold them close
dove of hope
lion of peace
be with me please
you don’t need us
but we need you
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2. |
Collider
04:43
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hold me close, the army found a UFO.
lost a week to another manic episode.
armored cars roll up to embassies
my heat kicks on in sympathy
algorithms make the plan, sweat over Feynman diagrams
Dynamixel hands pressed up against the riot cams
my heart air-drums, your lips on mine
our mechs dream under halogen lights
between lives we live on an island
where a machine lies deep underground
and an eye blinks out at the night sky:
“let us be heard! oh! let us be found!”
koi pond on every consulate lawn.
Predator-Cs to blow off enemy jaws:
they free us to dream of a channel
between the night and the day
with a monster to make every hard call
with our faith in the CIA
and it won’t take much to distract me
from what I don’t want to see
but the MagLev is playing a channel
that broadcasts your dreams on a loop
as you stare at the screen on the seat-back
there’s a rumbling beneath your boots:
ICBM coming home from its apogee –
an ion beam arrives at its racing speed –
the night sky burns like a book of spells
and icebergs melt in the sea
when I die somewhere off-planet
hear me, remember me!
we are seen when we pass through the checkpoint
we are seen fleeing into the woods
I am seen when I tell you I love you
I am seen and I am understood
I am seen and I am understood
hold me close, the army found a UFO
we’ve had false alarms but those were a long long time ago:
I think this is the real deal.
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3. |
Conchie
03:09
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get married for insurance plans
sell your blood to Peter Thiel
die with a $20 in each hand
and lie buried in a potter’s field
what happened to you?
you used to be so fucking cool
it’s easy when you’re a conchie
it’s an easy thing to be
the rich drink different water and own entire islands –
they are not like us.
and before the ocean takes Manhattan
they’ll die quietly with diamonds in their eyes
when you’re up there at the top
every tank is your tank
and every cop’s a mall cop
it’s easy when you’re a conchie
it’s an easy thing to be
we’re not wanted in space
or out there on the West Coast
so Elon Musk can bleed out in the street
for all I care
he means nothing to me
it’s easy when you’re a conchie
it’s an easy thing to be
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in artificial night you can see right to the truth of it
alone in space;
trapped in bodies we don’t want
and if that’s not you, fuck you, someday it will be
til our 820 Sets go through
you’ll stay locked in you and me in me
and when you make love it’s sold to somebody else
spare cycles in your heart
power a block of apartments
siphon off the afterglow to run your microwave
when he’s dressed to go
fill out the proper form for Medicaid
just 20 more jobs to an upgrade
with the wickedness of thieves you squirrel away
some little piece of you, untagged, untraced:
a memory of snow before the bomb –
making an angel on the lawn . . .
if you like your hands
you will get to keep them
bronze has joints! the silver tier has thumbs.
Aerogel keeps the worst of the heat off
the Cobalt blinks: it’s checking you out . . .
thing about these EcoDomes – they warm the air outside.
I doubt we’ll even see a farm
nothing much grows beneath the 45
think of all the sand in San Diego
think of all the moonlight in Vermont
these broken roads: where did they go?
lovers in the pre-blast: what did they want?
you and your Tinder date in the walk-in fridge
I think it’s gonna be
think this one’s gonna be lucky
and with the wickedness of thieves we steal by night
into Canada for cheap respirocytes
every drop of sweat and every breath is bought –
may as well just go full robot,
cause we can’t go back
we can’t go back
jailbroken at the catastrophic tier
memories obsolesce and disappear
if you want to see some snow just seed a cloud
where’s that angel got to now?
I don’t know that. I don’t know that.
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5. |
Big Vegas
03:33
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I ate candy from a bag
snow blew heavy across the tarmac
and I tried to close my eyes
til the plane set me down in Paradise
I was sweating in my coat
I took a picture of a palm tree
past the fences, past the strip malls
on Paradise Road
they say it’s never night on the Strip
but it was night ‘cause I was lonely
I want to live here: I want to live everywhere
there was music on the moon
there was moonlight on the flowers
in the Bellagio when I turned to go
face the morning
and the world is tired when you’re tired.
the world is broken when you’re broke.
ain’t I worn down? don’t I smell like smoke
just like all of this
you can’t sleep at the station
so I tried to stay awake
as I waited for my bus
the western air on my face
this isn’t a myth
it’s just a place
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6. |
Paducah's On The Line
02:30
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we’re out in spectacular duds from the 747
Max Mara covered in mud with the others of our line
you’ll be the one that sells them everything
but the fortune will be mine
one drink for Harlan, one drink for Somerset
one for the thermal crunchers
silk scarves and the national guard and the best drugs we can find –
up in the coal fields we’ve got enemies
but Paducah’s on the line
where we learned to write in sloping cursive
or to read dim fires in the night
or bite the hand that feeds
launched from catapults toward the 99%
guns go off and traffic halts and a mid-day dark descends
thing about the future’s that it never ends,
you gotta live here all the time.
so bring your CEO, bring your parents, bring your friends:
Paducah’s on the line
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Abraham Lincoln Bitcoin
03:14
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we have missed our fundraising goals for the last time
but I’m told to hold out hope so I’m doing that
delete the low-performing posts
and stand under the microscope
with the guy stealing bread in an ethics class
I don’t want to be here
and I never asked
to walk down from some so-and-so in the distant past
I don’t want to eat this
I don’t like the taste
but I’m glad to see it stolen if it was gonna go to waste
why not throw a rock
at the security cam
America’s harvest is suffering and death
and mayors that don’t give a damn
and all of its secrets are hidden by sweatshirts
and hedges ten feet in the air
America’s harvest is redlining and disinvestment
and cities that don’t want you there
why should I give an inch of ground
to a neighborhood association?
we know just what that’s about
so in the cop car I’m explaining –
I don’t want to live here
I don’t like your trees
but since our freedom buys all this I thought I oughta see
give me your options
give me your land
give me your stocks. put them all in my hand.
the people you hate are just people in houses
do they look familiar to you?
the people you hate have the same kind of haircuts
that you do
so why not strut your stuff
as you walk by the motion detector?
why not act a little tough?
after all, isn’t that what it’s there for?
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8. |
1884
02:51
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might as well cast off your backpack
if it gets too heavy to hold
might as well crouch down in the tunnels
and let their stale dust fill your throat
UAV takes the measure
of the crowd, kettled in the cold
might as well move now as later.
what do you need, a lightning bolt?
there’ll be no wonders
but if the rain soaks your clothes, that’s a sign
if the smoke chokes your lungs, that’s a sign
if the kids speak in code, that’s a sign
if the words burn your tongue, that’s a sign
dazzler lasers sitting holstered
low hum of an ambient danger
you might as well shoot at the ocean.
might as well empty the whole chamber.
might as well sing to a fever
might as well prosecute a cop,
like, say, that one – in the tactical vest
with the CS grenade ready on the rooftop
your legs will tremble
and that’s how you’ll know that it’s time
if the light hurts your eyes, that’s a sign
if the rain soaks your clothes, that’s a sign
if the brick burns your hand, that’s a sign
let it burn you
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9. |
Ohio 99
03:21
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guess what all the flights were grounded
so I came over through the desert
just to lie here eating peanuts in the sun
all hail the 60-qubit chip
everything laid open all at once
in plain sight’s the last way to hide:
room 12 – Ohio 99
the Atlantic like a friend who
you’re just now seeing in their nice suit
like, “I didn’t even recognize you!”
see the quantum era out
with my teeth sharp in my mouth,
head down
when the blanks sound on the quay,
make it look real for the embassy:
deploy the blood bags in your coat
and flop around on the floor
I hop a taxi to the ocean
and drink Apollo in the sunset
ballooning down beneath the blue
do my best to be ignored
and I don’t joke about the war.
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10. |
When You're Undivided
03:28
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in Manitoba with a wire in my jaw
the clenching cold giving way to the thaw
light echoing off the melting snow,
I will see that, and I will know
in Minnesota we’ll be wasting away
shut in all winter with a case of Mt. Gay
but when the moon rises high
I’ll change my mind
it can’t all be perfect all the time
it’s not always worth it to survive
so why hide?
light ‘em up. light ‘em up.
in Salt Lake City I’ll stop to unload
flee from life to drive these deep desert roads
like a penitent in a labyrinth
with my 5-disc changer
South Carolina may be where it breaks bad
shooting lasers at a billboard of the confederate flag
headed down to the coast, or what’s left of it
you’ll attract some attention
it can’t all be perfect all the time
it’s not always worth it but I’m undivided
I want to be undivided
in San Diego with a drink in my palm
just me and the sunset and the shattering calm
they will bust down the door with ridiculous force
nice men just got a couple questions!
in Corpus Christi or the outlying ‘burbs
NSA van idling out at the curb
you will always know when they’re here for you
it’s just something on the breeze
it can’t all be perfect all the time –
it’s not always worth it.
but life remains undivided
and I’m right here inside it.
light ‘em up. light ‘em up. light ‘em up. light ‘em up. light ‘em up. light ‘em up. light ‘em up.
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11. |
Call A Presser
05:40
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get Prescott on the phone.
short the Disney stock –
get me 10 Cred worth of Bitcoin then leave me alone.
tell the board I’m not around.
get me a hotel in Iqaluit
and a couple seconds in the qubit cloud
I tell myself not to listen to ‘em
I say, “kid – don’t listen to ‘em.”
but I can’t be cool. I can’t think it through.
there’s nothing I can do.
and every voice on the wind sings for me to quit
this isn’t a labyrinth – it’s a maze
and when you see the rat? light ‘em up.
here are your fighters – come claim them.
the rest of America can’t name them
they play high stakes
and like hikers in the brace
they left no trace
but oh what is the point of going on?
whose hand is this on the small of my back?
whose guns were those who mowed the city down?
you better call a presser
‘cause they won’t understand
unless you tell ‘em
you better call a presser
‘cause they won’t understand
unless we tell ‘em that we worked!
show ‘em we got hurt.
how else could we be worth it?
but every song isn’t the last one
and every bomb isn’t the big one
so don’t try and pull a fast one over on me now
it can’t all be perfect every day.
nothing feels worth it – it gets so coercive –
I guess I’ll see you out on the exchange.
maybe the path is clear
or maybe we’re trapped in here.
where is the hand to press me on?
who is the one that calls you home?
who is the one that calls you home?
who is the one that calls you home?
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jon is a normal guy who is a clerk at a normal type of store. he likes new age music and the beach. he has long hair, for now, but that could change, for instance if his hair were to get burned on the stove. that can happen at any time. he plays music.
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