1. |
Trick in the Book
03:33
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2. |
No Refund
03:43
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(back, back)
Take a card. Any card.
Reveal a hand and hope not to lose.
Take a card. Take a card.
Lay them all down.
Shapes in a row fail to dodge what is due.
Ew, broke when opened.
Take a shot and snap it.
Reveal a photo for living proof.
Take a shot to the chest.
Catch a small breath.
Shapes in blood on a shirt near the wound.
Ew, broke when opened. Returned.
What I took was all
chance after chance,
and where I am
is a house of cards
mid-collapse,
so I wanna take it back.
(back, back)
Ew, broke when opened. Returned.
Ew, no money back. No refund.
Ew, broke when opened. Returned.
Ew, no money back. No refund.
(back, back)
Broke when opened! Return!
(what I took was all chance after chance)
No money back! No refund!
(and where I am is a house of cards mid-collapse)
(ew, broke when opened, returned)
Broke when opened! Return!
(ew, no money back, no refund)
No money back! No refund!
Broke when opened! Return!
No money back! No refund!
(back, back)
Broke when opened! Return!
No money back! No refund!
Broke when opened! Return!
No money back! No refund!
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3. |
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They cut your wings off.
Then you're free
to fly away
into the night
where I can't find
your love.
In your brain,
in your bird brain,
everything's so simple.
You still fly
like a wingless missile
falling from the sky.
Oh,
here's what I think of,
in my free time, lying awake,
almost sunrise,
I'll have a slice
of your love.
In your brain,
in your bird brain,
everything's so simple.
You crash-land
right through the table,
breaking everything.
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4. |
Consumed
02:44
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Crawling from a filthy cave,
feet in Nikes,
darkened eyes upon my face,
I can't quit blinking.
A windchill lays down on my spine,
it straightens me out
enough to register the signs
for buying shit.
Chip inside my pockets tells
my flesh with a buzz,
I'm not conscious, and I'm not...
wearing a flag as a t-shirt.
And I’m not
waking up from the lie.
Who the fuck has the time
to lose?
Waiting in a payment zone,
still listening to
adverts from a megaphone,
spacing out.
A whisper from an error code,
willing myself
to cancel it and walk away...
You don't need this...
You don't need this...
You don't need this...
You can stop...
wearing the flag.
I'm not
sleeping through all my life.
Who the fuck has the time
to lose
without feeling the grief?
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5. |
Treelined
02:16
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Singing to the tree line,
barely a possibility
of my voice bouncing back to me.
No echo in the space outside.
Like a vacuum with roots below,
and into them, all my sounds go.
Singing to the tree line.
but in-between my breath I find a tide
of tiny bugs that I can’t understand.
Prying into my mind,
their buzzing sounds in my third eye.
A tiny bug that I can’t understand
left its bite, and a quick cry
escapes my lips.
This itch could take some time.
I'm singing to the tree line,
barely a possibility
of my voice bouncing back to me.
No echo in the space outside.
Like a vacuum with roots below,
and into them, all my sounds go.
Singing to the tree line.
In-between my breath I find a tide
of tiny bugs that I can’t understand.
Prying into my mind,
their buzzing sounds in my third eye.
A tiny bug that I can’t understand
left its bite, and a quick cry
escapes my lips.
This itch could take some time.
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6. |
Bored
03:23
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(ahhhh)
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7. |
Ask Someone for Help
03:32
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I'm following a new connection
down an aromatic hall,
like a frog to its dissection lesson
or an ominous pot.
I'm headed in the wrong direction.
Something feels off.
Portentous, it's whatever.
I needn't ponder it.
I followed it to a strange location,
down an aromatic hall.
And regret has no abbreviation
for all that I saw.
Important to remember
when you feel it's got you
following a new connection
down an aromatic hall,
like a student to a graduation,
cap and gown on.
You're lost with no sense of direction.
Stop and ask someone...
for help!
Ask someone for help! Ask someone for help!
Ask someone for help! Ask someone for help!
Ask someone for help! Ask someone for...
help!
I followed every connection
to an aromatic hall
where not a hint of any revelation
could be pinned under paw.
Why entrench self-reflection
to watch meaning get tossed?
Help, for what you are?
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8. |
No Reply
03:20
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I almost died
entering the restroom;
entering a wet tomb.
They would've found me
dead, a liter of piss,
soaked in my jeans.
No...
reply!
No...
reply!
Scent, I’m like rotten
oranges at the bottom
of an empty swimming pool
under an August sun.
Dried, and waiting for you.
Dying for you just to...
write me back.
Write me back.
Write me.
Write me.
Back.
No...
reply!
No...
reply!
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9. |
Gone
04:18
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By the time I caught it
99 times, it was gone!
Left the one,
alone to die!
Just my luck,
a landmine touched
by my foot.
Screws in the back of the head. (twist)
Betty bounces back into bed. (wish)
Gone from this world to the next.
My spirit fucking fled…
Wait...
I didn’t draft up such a plan,
wouldn’t have dreamed
I’d bleed for this land.
I never saw their hidden hands,
only felt the pulse of the caravan.
I went with them
so now I’m gone.
Wait...
I didn’t draft up such a plan,
wouldn’t have dreamed
I’d bleed for this land.
Oh no. Oh,
I never saw their hidden hands,
only felt the pulse of the caravan.
I went with them and now I am gone.
Blade...
to cut myself out of this mess,
a second chance pried from a death grip.
Running, but watching my step.
Forget the pain of the slug in my leg.
The 99th time is a bet,
I caught the dice rolling
and I’m trying not to slip.
Then a bird appears through the mist
with a bonus life.
I reach for the lift.
I went with them
so now I’m gone.
Gone!
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10. |
All Tree No Bark
03:23
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(all tree, tree... no bark... no bark...)
(taken... it's been...)
(naked... forest...)
There is no pure clouds
floating 'round,
it's all smoke
from the bulldozers.
Copy-cats, they won't own it.
Overblown egos,
hollow men punching time cards
like rings adding up to a check!
Who will cash it out?
One foot in the quicksand,
no wishing-well for your loose change,
drowning, swollen plump, for a check!
There is no medikit
that can remove the damage.
We've broken the budget.
Fork it out. Sell our gold crowns
and things, inking blood on a check!
Who'll cash it out?
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11. |
Gold Coast
05:04
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We got lost in the television,
our bellies full of moonlit snacks.
Have you forgotten? Cuz I can’t remember
the lines we should use to go back.
It’s too hypnotic, romantic limbo,
the time we can’t take back.
Where’s the park bench
that was home to hopeless dreamers?
There’s not a palm tree
left to shade our skin.
We got too comfortable on the sofa
and dreamt we were paralyzed.
Why’s the bright sand
alive with fire-ants?
Since when did the street food
start waking me up to puke?
Oh, Gold Coast.
Why didn’t we try?
What’s worth it to save?
I’ll know it when’s it's all too late.
Awake, throat craving a drop.
We held a glass in the bathroom sink,
looked at you and I thought:
How much would I give to
feel safe under the sun with you?
The shadow is immune
to the lasers on the beach.
So just half.
Oh, Gold Coast.
If we really didn’t try
then take me with your tide.
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Humans Etcetera Wenzhou, China
Christopher Henry, alt rocker from West Virginia, music master in Wenzhou, China.
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