1. |
Torn with Love
02:58
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You had a library
Of discarded books
Some were mildewed
Some had pages missing
And the stories shared
By candle light
Their characters
Battered and bruised
Torn pages torn
With love
Words are always
Necessary
Even when they
Lead you nowhere
The flames are torn
From a candle
One by one you watch
How they disappear
And the library
Lies beneath the waves
With an armchair
In every cave
Torn pages torn
With love
Words are always
Necessary
Even when they
Lead you nowhere
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2. |
Red Shirt
04:17
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He would always stroll
past the concrete wall
wearing a red shirt
as if on holiday
For his defiance
they placed him
under floodlights
in the security zone
One night he dreamed
he was transported
on a neon highway
through the gates of hell
To his surprise
he found himself
in a luxury resort
with a negative sun overhead
and the hot sand
beneath his feet
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3. |
Desert Fire
02:19
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It’s not greed, it’s not greed
It’s just endless desire
It’s not greed, it’s not greed
It’s just this desert fire
The night wind is cold
And flecked with uranium
I must have grown old
My blood is getting
Somewhat thin
But I need enough gold
To take you away from him
And it’s not greed, it’s not greed
It’s just endless desire
It’s not greed, it’s not greed
It’s just this desert fire
I look in the mirror
And see a bounty hunter
I may not survive
This wilderness
For another winter
But my heart keeps ticking
Like a Geiger counter
And it’s not greed, it’s not greed
It’s just endless desire
It’s not greed, it’s not greed
It’s just this desert fire
Someday I’ll have to choose
Between the noose and the light
But I’ve staked my claim
On your soul
And I won’t lose you
Without a fight
And it’s not greed, it’s not greed
It’s just endless desire
It’s not greed, it’s not greed
It’s just this desert fire
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4. |
What am I?
02:29
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What am I?
I have no whereabouts
What am I?
I’m a discarded hairbrush
What am I?
I’m the Mississippi
What am I?
I’m six foot three
What am I?
I’m a shot in the dark
What am I?
I punched a hole
in Noah’s ark
What am I?
I’m a chemical weapon
What am I?
Nothing ever happened
What am I?
I’m so glad you asked
What am I?
I’m a broken glass
What am I?
I’m random DNA
What am I?
I never saved the day
I never saved the day
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5. |
Hurricane
02:42
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You're always falling
into the wind
like Buster Keaton
or being battered about
by oversized boxing gloves
A hurricane removes
the roof of your house
a cannonball
rolls down a long staircase
Halfway up the sky
climbing a wax ladder
the rungs begin to melt
and he finds himself
suspended
like Wile E. Coyote
in the blue
A hurricane removes
the roof of your house
a cannonball
rolls down a long staircase
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6. |
Canyons
03:27
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Sometimes you fall
Out of the air
For someone
And you’re by their side
Walking with them
In silence
For there are no words
Left to say
And the clouds
In the distance
Are bright bright red
From a great fire
And you’re walking
In silence
With empty hands
Between the canyons
For there is nothing
Left to say
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7. |
Florida Angels
02:25
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Florida angels
In their underwater world
Appear to girls as girls
And to boys as boys
They’re elusive
To the touch
So smooth and
Androgynous
Florida angels
Fall in love now and then
Avec les hommes o les femmes
But only on a whim
And not that often
They’re elusive
To the touch
In their waves
Of phosphorus
Florida angels
Say a prayer when someone dies
And is carried by the tide
All the way to Cuba
All the way to Cuba
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8. |
Wooden Highway
03:39
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Ghost horses, ghost wagons
a wooden highway
once stretched across
the Arizona desert.
Between two poles
of politeness and disrespect
rocks are moving
of their own volition.
Ghost rocks
ghost mission
Ghost rocks
on a ghost mission
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9. |
The Perfect Love Song
02:21
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His search for the reclusive writer
of perfect love songs
Took him to Lake Merritt
“If I had another relationship
it would be with
someone like you”
He sang to himself
beside the blank expanse of water
Observing the cars
on an interstate turnpike
he wondered if his search
was in fact for America
Perhaps the most perfect of all love songs
would be for an America
long ago sealed over with asphalt and cement
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10. |
The Great Emancipator
02:58
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The Great Emancipator
freed himself from his shadow
and stepped into the unknown
At first the slightest movement
blurred his vision
and then he found his balance
and the world began to flow
Although he tried to tell his colleagues
about the pleasure
of placing one foot in front of another
they were all too deep in thought
Stopping by the coastline
he surveyed the distant islands
and while his taxi waited
the day came to and end
and remained in the same place
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11. |
Olin Hotel
03:18
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Shadows fall
outside the Olin Hotel
where phantom typewriters
drift through the corridors
She fell asleep
in her room of amphoras,
the acanthus curtains
drawn against the light
Someone in a dream
whispered,
“You are a writer,
here is your desk”
But the weight of the words
the ink stains
the scratches in the wood—
all reminded her of a childhood
she wanted to forget
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12. |
The House of the Sun
02:02
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In retirement
their parents became
somewhat irreverent
and even frivolous
It was true that the young people
enjoyed themselves
on festive occasions
But as they grew older
they preferred to spend time
in the ancient churches
and other places of worship
Then the day came
a day out of a fairytale
when they entered
the House of the Sun
and were never seen again
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13. |
Floral Clocks
03:13
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Each Spring
from sunrise to sunset
his grandfather picked daffodils
in the muddy fields
of southern England
Wallace Monument
the place where his ancestors
defeated the English Army
246 steps into the cold sky
His own father
detested flowers
and would scorch the earth
in a distant land
Later in life
as part of his penance
he forced himself
to confront every floral clock
in every city he visited
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14. |
Geronimo
02:21
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A pile of stones
In skeleton canyon
Marks the place where
Geronimo surrendered
To the U.S. cavalry
So many braves died
In those mountains
As an old man
He sold photographs
Of himself
(25 cents each)
Now they’re harvesting
Dust In Montana
Under a hazy brown sky
Nobody knows
That death travels south
Nobody knows
Where Geronimo died
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15. |
A Flock of Seagulls
02:13
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What is it?
Half-light
Half-dark
Seeming to be there
Seeming to be absent
The gun-metal glint
of awareness lost
In a flock of seagulls
I have no idea
how many times
I've changed my mind
with a mind determined
not to change
Everything remains
Under consideration
From the cracks is the asphalt
To the Andromeda galaxy
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