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Set the Table (Entrails)
01:20
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oh, I won't be coming home tonight
'cause I've run out of ways to feel
I've started a fire that I can't put out
so just go ahead,
set the table with your entrails
oh, I won't be coming home tonight
'cause I've run out of ways to feel
I've started a fire that I can't put out
so just go ahead,
set the table with your entrails
go ahead,
set the table
with your
entrails
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2. |
Overture (Prologue)
09:19
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I do not have
a shit-ton
of discretion
(I have
a shit-ton
of discretion)
(lacking vitamin B
and external
validation)
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I knew
with an announcement
drawing near
left at the footsteps
of salt-tracks
toward your bed
brought closer
by the heat-index
and parents everywhere
who left us,
or you
I've tried this
I knew what it was like
four or five seconds in
spun like a catacomb,
wrapped like an aunt's Christmas tree remnants
aim for the bottom
yesterday afternoon
somebody in a serious tone
turned seriously to ask me
if I'd "be born"
"be", not "been"
as if I hadn't already--
maybe wanted to,
but needed help
the
creatures around here
leave themselves
almost daily
and from another town over
your landlord holds up a sign
with marker, that says':
"you'll get used to pay'n"
would you still wake
a sleeping child
to give them medication?
insomuch-as everything is
only ever
a collection
of other things
where are you headed?
act curious
for questions you know the answers to
act curious
for questions you know the answers to
the most important way
you can make someone feel is
act curious
for questions you know the answers to
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I know you're
thinking to
your Self
(I hope)
this is even half as cathartic
for Norm Macdonald
as it is for me--
him watching with his arms crossed--
you crushing a florescent light-bulb
onto a series of
colorful rugs you pulled
across the alter
their shards illuminating
the air between your Self
and just pew after pew
after pew of the most
confused and confusing
somewhere within there
two men decide this was
a bad idea
and you run
literally grasping at that same air
in front of you
pulling your hands
silhouetted
if you could just get a grip
if you could
if you could just get a grip
if you could
if you could just get a grip
if you could
even if you could
if you could just get a grip
even if you could get just so much
as a handle
even if you would
you would tug
and you would tug
and you would tug it like a rope
and pull yourself
and swim toward nothing
instead you're just stuck,
spinning slightly
but if you
if you could just get a grip
you would
you would
C L A Y T O N
P U R D O O O M
intuition orphan
is like a tea-timer
in the corner of
your ear
the doctor will see you now
but the doctor will
always see you now
right now somehow
even you
can't see you
now
right now
you're thinking,
"I feel some sort of purpose.."
just don't
look down
just don't...
..look......
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6. |
Delicates
01:56
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somewhere
in-between
you wash your
intangibles
with
delicates
fold a few
together
in
confusion--
--and...
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7. |
Behind Your Eyelids
02:10
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I'm sorry to
inform you..
..but...
you fall
asleep
outside
again
behind
behind
your
eyelids
behind
your
eyelids
behind
your
eyelids
behind...
..behind....
...behind......
....behind...........
.....behind...................
the first time
your child say's,
"fragile"--
--you:
the first time
your child say's,
"fragile"--
--you:
the first time
your child say's,
"fragile"--
--you:
wake up
you ask me
my dream
you told me you
could smell the seagulls
growing my
eyelashes
sitting in their
forevers
but mornings come
between my
(ears)
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some
where
in
in
your
home
home
is
a
is
a
house
where you
will keep
the list
the list
of things
you
you
you
left behind
some
where
in
your
home
is a house
where you
you keep
keep the
list
of things
you
left
behind
when wait
was the
loudest
thing you'd heard
in a long time
the difference being:
the Difference Being
the Difference Being
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9. |
20_20
02:23
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(the man
who has
to live
with hindsight...)
the man who has to live with hindsight
had a steady bad-habit diet that wore him
to toothpicks
bore him like newsprint
from vagrant palms
and if that's the inevitable
for a man who Knows,
I feel sorry for You--
--but check this in:
life was never about "knowing",
it's about Learning
the difference between
"being" and "becoming"
that thing you have
where you can't understand
how much
what you are experiencing
is affecting,
they're stuck so
curiously and firmly
within the present
begging yourself
to find a way
to get away
with anything else
how many times a day
you lose yourself
entirely
in parked-eyes at cross-streets
lately it's been
empathizing with trees
notice the difference between
a swimmer and his water
was never such a distance?
dark hair
sits down
next to me
on the train
and the entire time
their arm brushes mine
and knowing I don't
even need to see their face
to feel something other than
just alive
attempting desperately
to connect with
any single thing
to validate my
own reality
this morning I nearly drown
in tunnel-vision buildings
I suppose I could walk back
with my eyes closed
but bury
my head
in a hole
from my heart
to China
on my own?
..I don't know....
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10. |
Thought Change
01:33
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every time the thought changed
his fingers felt the same
every time the thought changed
his fingers felt the same
every time the thought changed
his fingers felt the same
every time the thought changed
his fingers felt the same
within their reflections
and their
jewelery shadows
hollow outlines
in the sunset
sit not too far
from familiar distances
some humble,
others peregrine--
--both the distances,
and the people, that is
but the doors
separate periodically
and it would seem
usual discourse could be heard
delicately dissolving
into upward blues
and greys
in a better place
each person
on this train
is a protagonist
(some will argue)
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11. |
Old Friend's Sold Home
03:24
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old friend's sold home
kept me awake last night
to be fair,
I was there
they left their water running
they left their daughter running
(no one)
no one
ever
told you
you could
change everyone
(but you knew)
no one ever told you
you could change everyone
but you knew
from the inside-outside
the same way you walk to work every morning
with your eyes closed
and try to make it back
the same way home
maybe very noble
being part of something the
point of which you cannot fathom
nor bother to try to understand your motivation
in exchange for instant gratification
and the illusion of a
righteous purpose
you couldn't figure out how to say it
it would never come out naturally
you knew you'd die eventually
but your friends didn't seem to act like it
so you went to work
and it would bug you from time to time
crawling out of your own skin in the middle of the night
something other than being everyone else
still incredibly confused as to why
anyone might try
(spinning slightly between
hyperbole north, and
hyperbole south...
..spitting
things
out..)
one was the pharmacy
you promised the daughter of a daughter
you could fashion a briefcase
out of plastic bags
if she promised to help you
then you explained,
"this is pretty much it"--
--as far as you were concerned--
not a whole lot more
to look forward to,
but at least you two could
look professional in each-others
ending eyes
and
work is,
incredibly important to me!
it's going to,
change me significantly!
for the better,
teach me to grow--
(selling bullshit to
bullshit people)
it's a good thing,
you'll figure it out
and you'll
never know any better
undoubt you'll know
anything about them
or them about you
you'll never know any better
or know anything about them
or them about you
you'll never know anything
about them
or them about you
you'll never know:
(you are entirely
full of shit
constantly)
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12. |
Unawares
03:59
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(within my own lines)
where have you been?
(within my own lines)
it's been so long...
(within my own lines)
take your hands out
(within my own lines)
your sunglasses, off..
..earbuds burst,
(within my own lines)
a new trail,
blazing
like a troph
for your IRA Roth
never know when to fold 'em,
like Holden
(within my own lines)
if you disconnect less
(within my own lines)
than a 56k modem,
that should leave you with room
to feel chosen
(within my own lines)
by a set of spacey
CTA eyes
searching around
subconsciously
under the guise of needing
to be validated
but not being able
to bring oneself
to admit this
reality
leaving almost
every second
of every day
near-death empty
as if eye-contact, or
a brush on the arm
would manifest itself
i n t e r n a l l y
could sink
right past your tongue
and plop, wet
into your belly
(within my own lines)
(within my own lines)
(within my own lines)
taking a vacant seat
somewhere in-between
your insecurity
making itself at home
until another missed opportunity
as if duality could find itself
or define another
cathartic piece of art
(or at least the time spent)
is this why this won't get through to me?
does my abandon proceed me?
is this what won't get through to me?
does my abandon proceed me
or does it suit me truthfully?
can I catch my unawares
with eight hours of sleep
and a healthier diet?
sneak up behind it
with an enormous net
sown from
good intentions
and a baseball bat
signed by Malcolm Gladwell
and near my last second
will I catch it and
beat it to a pulp
screaming, smashing the shit
out of all the things
I just do not want to be
and when it's said and it's done
and I empty the remains across some
alter from some dream I once had
or haven't even had yet
is it obvious that
every person sitting in every pew
just waiting to hear that they're
going to be "okay" someday too,
that my netted friend
will always just be "Me",
caught spinning a reflection
within the eyes of onlookers
and "Me",
standing beside the alter
somewhere on the other side
dying to dare to draw
dying to dare to draw
dying to dare to draw
dying to dare to draw
dying to dare to draw
dying to dare to draw
dying to dare to draw
dying to dare to draw
within my own
within my own lines
(within my own lines)
and if you could,
you would
you would draw,
within your own lines
if you could,
you would
(a m b i v a l a n c e)
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