1. |
Leftovers
02:29
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My crush,
she owes
me dinner
so we’ll have something
expensive tonight
that we can’t finish.
No, there’s no
room for leftovers
in the fridge.
But we can throw it out
once we’ve picked it apart.
(Cold summer is this winter,
I found this season
in the refrigerator door,
brand new. fresh.)
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2. |
Denmark
02:41
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One cookie left
and I’m hungry
for sweets so
I want it
but it will make me fat.
Danish cookies.
Snacks.
Leave me be.
I am on a diet
of greens
cuz they won’t mistreat me.
Great!
While I was
absent minded
I ate it.
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3. |
iLost It
02:26
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(A season sweeter than any year before it.)
I lost it.
I wish I could find
my iLok.
It costs so much to replace.
Why’d I lose it?
Man, I could just die.
Where’s my iLok?
It costs so much to replace.
And I lost it.
Why am I surprised?
It’s my fault
for being so careless with things.
Why do I do this?
I wish I could just find
my iLok.
It costs so much to replace.
And I lost it.
Now I cannot write
a song.
(Sweet Strawberries,
like neon groundhogs
peaking out of the greener grass
on the left side of my brain,
they taste like lost souls
sun-dried after a great flood.)
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4. |
WTF
02:58
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Basement’s flooded.
It’s ruining all my shit,
like my board games
and photos.
Why does it have
to rain so much?
Mother who?
Nature what?
What the fuck?
Now my city
has gone up
in flames hotter
than the sun.
The buildings
look like campfires
from the sky.
Mother who?
Nature what?
What the fuck?
(I swallow some,
it bounces down my throat
like when I was a kid
sitting in the back of the bus.
West Virginia mountain wind
tossing around my hair.)
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5. |
Superbus
03:44
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Calm down. Chill out.
Calm down. Chill out.
And I’ll tell you what
you want to hear.
I’ll tell you what
you want
if you calm down
and chill out.
You’re moving toward a
nervous breakdown.
I’ll tell you what
you want to hear.
I’ll tell you what
you want
if you calm down
and chill out.
You’re moving toward a
nervous breakdown.
(I remember autumn nights
with red haired girls,
sitting around a spitting fire,
browning marshmallows,
eating shrooms, and getting lost.
We were golden back there,
our hearts were warming winter.)
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6. |
Summer Winds
03:51
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It’s so hard to feel cool
with the sun in one’s eyes.
Fools waste days in waiting.
Cheap breezes blow them by.
Stolen gold is
lost in the summer winds.
It’s so hard to feel cool
with the sun in one’s eyes.
Fools waste days in waiting.
Cheap breezes blow them by.
Stolen gold is
lost in the summer winds.
You have no heart.
So how can I take it?
You have no heart.
So I’ll just take the gold.
It’s so hard to.
(Now, I can't taste anything,
my tongue is a cold tong,
eating the sweet fruits of yesteryear.)
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7. |
Accidente
03:37
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I gave up my child
for a little room to breathe.
And I shot his maw
lying in the bed
just to watch her bleed.
I am lost in the fog,
can’t see it though
bright headlights.
I gave up my child
for a little sunny beach.
And I caught my edge
in a wave out way too deep.
I’m lost in the blue,
can only see you.
I don’t need another accident,
I don’t think that I could even
handle it.
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8. |
Tricky Trick
02:57
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(This must be a mistake.
Did my lover leave the fridge open?
Why am I here?
I should be tanning my flesh
on a warm beach, but instead
I'm eye locked with a cold glass of sweet tea.
There's a Christmas robot painted on the glass.
It's cold mouth is starting to move.)
[Let's do this? Give me a chance to put the tea on?
Ok, I can do this. I can make a big oily batch of potion,
I mean tea, for you. You will drink it and die. haha
I mean, you will have one sip and keel over dead.
That's what love is. Did you know that?
Well, guess what? Now you know
that my plan is to actually poison you with this love potion.
I mean, I'm going to make a big oily thing of Earl Grey tea,
English tea, for you. I'm gonna make it.
It might be a little bitter. Especially since
it will probably kill you. Especially since it might
make you jump in a river to save a love interest.
That might kill you. If the poisonous tea doesn't do the trick.
Do the trick (6x) Just do it. Do the, haha, trick.
Do the trick? Yes. Yes. O M Jesus Christ, Just do
the tricky trick. Poison trick. Pools of blood.
Lake of green fire. Tricks up my arm sleeve.
Holy tricks. Sleevus Christ.]
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9. |
Love Potion
03:02
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Post-card love potion
for a magic woman
who knows all of his tricks,
but he’ll try them anyways.
Once she sees
the words jump off the page
like a warm embrace.
Coming from another friend
to a loving friend
singing send me far away,
to a land of honey. Earl Grey.
I’ll take another sip,
til it burns my tongue.
Torches down.
We got new laws.
So he drowns
with a heavy heart,
and a heavy log.
On his heart,
a heavy load.
Washing up on the bank,
rusty chains sometimes break.
Lungs are full of muddy water.
She jumps in the bank
to give a warm embrace
to bring him back to life
for another try
to ask her out on a date
and put the potions away.
He never needed them
anyways.
(I don't need this.
This kind of soul searching
renders me as dry as a pinecone.
And my hands are so dry
they're burning.
I can't breath.
Where's my dad?)
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10. |
Slipknot
03:50
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Golden hoop,
it slips.
Slips right though.
In two.
Into my Dad’s gun cabinet.
I found some bullets.
Load the clip,
point it toward the sun.
A Golden hoop
slips through.
How did it go so far?
I wanna hang myself
from a tree in the yard
with a golden hoop.
A slipknot.
Into my Dad’s gun cabinet.
I found some bullets.
Load the clip,
point it toward the sun.
The sun.
You’re my sun.
A Golden hoop
slips through.
No time for alarms.
I stand myself
by my Dad in the yard
and watch the roof fall through.
My neighbors cry.
My Dad grips my arm.
Sun why?
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11. |
Before Skating
02:31
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(I don't want to die in this
holiday infested swamp,
or in a turned over school bus
full of campers and cold lunches,
I wanna die on my skateboard.
If I'm in mid-air,
and my heart wet and bouncing,
And my tongue warm, holy,
then I'll be ready for these sweet lemons
and sour grapes.)
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12. |
Picky
04:54
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I won’t eat a banana,
but I’d settle for some grapes.
I won’t take your pineapple.
No way. No way.
I won’t eat a banana,
but I’d settle for your grapes
tomorrow.
I’d settle for
your grapes
tomorrow.
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13. |
Bee
03:04
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(It's midnight and I close the door.
I know a cold summer is on the way,
even though it's still asleep.
I've searched my pockets
and still put my earbuds through the wash.
My brain battery is on 1%.
Quick Meditation.
I hope I dream of a cool spring,
One that bounces my friends and family
higher and higher,
until we all reach through the clouds,
and take from the sun
what is meant to be.)
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Humans Etcetera Wenzhou, China
Christopher Henry, alt rocker from West Virginia, music master in Wenzhou, China.
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