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No more quick steps
In the same direction
Between the cubicles
In your office built
In the late seventies
It stands like a museum
For asbestos and its
Effects on the human body
Everyday feels like someone's
Birthday my hand aches
My carpal tunnel syndrome
Flares from signing all
The birthday cards that
Say something about how
Old they've got
They laugh and smile
Then look away
In heaven, all my jokes will kill
My body becomes pure light
My shit neighbor isn't there
And I'm alone for the first time
No more half laughs and heavy sighs
When I tell a joke that should be a riot
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This Year
02:03
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In my home there is peace
All the pieces inside me do as they should
Roof overhead, books on the shelves
No hardwood floors but food in the cupboard
Yet every year another young body breaks
I find myself in the corner at a funeral
Tie too tight, empty handed
Locked knees, long stare
Avoiding eye contact with childhood friends
This year will be different, I swear.
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More and More
01:56
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Hands that beat on my chest
The taste of someone's breath
I scream for idle minds
I scream for pulled down blinds
Following dying stars
Underpaid, worked too hard
I weep for unmade beds
I weep for newly weds
My body made of clay
I could sleep for days and days
Wake up somewhere I don't know
Soaking wet without a home
What are these roots that clutch?
My land just falls apart
I fish out on the shore
All this and more and more
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4. |
Two to Sing
02:58
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Do they laugh at me?
Do they laugh at me?
What do they laugh at?
What do they laugh at?
The castle bell
The old church yard
My eldest brother
My black coffin
Two to sing and two to pray and
Two to carry my soul away
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Salesman
03:31
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On my deathbed I wish I had spent less time at the office spent more time with my kids on the lake thirty minutes from the house I should have bought that boat the salesman told me I look like a natural I think he was just doing his job just like I do mine less time spent at the office what have I come to pink yellow soft light flickering now darkness I have come to what I think is heaven
God, be a gentleman
I thought I knew who I was talking to
I bent my knees, digging into bony pews
I hurt myself for you
Give me what I was promised in life
Give me what I earned
I prayed so hard through gritted teeth,
My knuckles white
And now you show me nothing?
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Somewhere in the neighborhood
A dog is barking until
The owner comes and lets
Them in
The kids behind the Y
Make noise until
5 o'clock and then the whilstle blows
And they go home
The TV screams about
Car insurance, Cialis
And the neighborhood Applebee's
Will they miss me when I'm gone?
The birds that eat out in the yard?
The kids that play out behind the Y?
The TV set in the other room?
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Interlude
01:12
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Junk Emails
02:28
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I can't be held responsible for what the earth does to my corporeal form I'm way up above the world sifting through all my unread junk emails they tell me I can fuck hot singles just a few miles away just enter my bank account number my pin number my social security number my birth date my mother's maiden name the street I grew up on just to fuck hot singles a few miles away seems unnecessary but what's the harm in trying new things I only have a few minutes of breath left anyways
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9. |
Here Where The
02:36
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Here where the sun sets all the time
Here where no birds sing from the wires
Those yellow lines won't lead to home
Those yellow lines won't lead you home
And the black cloth hanging from the mirror
And the black cloth hanging from the mirror
Oh! Everything, all the time, forever.
Oh! Everything, all the time, forever.
There your wife wakes up alone
There she keeps the lights on through the night
Your kids stay with your folks awhile
Your kids stay with your folks awhile
And the black cloth hanging from the mirror
Here is everything all the time forever
There the black cloth hanging from the mirror
Here is everything all the time forever
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10. |
You Remember
03:02
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Under the kitchen table
In the house you grew up in
You remember all the pieces
Of books you didn't finish
And all the time spent laughing
All the time spent fucking
All the time spent laughing
And all the time spent alone
All the time spent
In the car you drove to work in
Half your life in this seat
You remember television
The warm light as you sleep
And all the time spent running
All the time spent shitting
All the time spent laughing
And all the time spent alone
All the time spent
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11. |
Bath Water
02:35
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Warm bath water
Deep sleep
I feel my fingertips and
I taste pennies
Adonis wakes up
The boars tusk
Tears into tree bark and
The people rejoice
God is a black woman
God is a queer person
God is an aging Muslim
God is a single mother
Where is my christian father?
My white Jesus?
Who was I talking to?
Warm bath water
Deep sleep
I feel the tips of my toes
I see the forest floor
Adonis wakes up
The nature cults sing
From empty cisterns
God is a bottom feeder
God is a house pet
God is a crying newborn
God hasn't happened yet
Where is my christian father?
My white Jesus?
Who was I talking to?
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