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Trough The Tendons
03:37
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Through the Tendons
When all, when all arms become strained
I’ve been trying to reach you
Through the tendons
I’ve seen a whole dark place, I’d rather not have seen
Everyone’s neck deep in their heads
Nothing, nothing but the wind
Will bring the floorboards back again
For the whole house was covered in wings
They lined the walls until the ceiling was in
No one, no one but the walls will see me out the door at all
Nothing will mourn for me here
Save the still and empty lair
Roll the marble
The floor is slanted all downhill
From the corner
I’m going home someday
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Insulation of the Silence
In the barge, is where we hold our heavy pardons
the coal train in the corridor
the heavy smell of absence
hold the candle out in front of you in the dark
long enough to form a shadow
you’ll grow out of contrast
my eyes, they are weaker than they once were
they are starting to deceive me, creating figures where there are none
I hear a voice
from inside me when my mouth is shut
the insulation of the silence
it is the sound within the womb
The weight of concrete, the weight of bones
The old four walls, the new hole in the ground
the empty hall
the empty bar room and the dance hall
your hair smoke stained fibers
you hold the empty glass close to your heart
I am awoken in the distance
you and I akin forever
forever in that we are
The weight of concrete, the weight of bones
The old four walls, the new hole in the ground
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Mayn Rue Platz
04:11
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Mayn Rue Platz
Don’t look for me where myrtles green
You will not find me there, my beloved
Where lives wither at the machines
There is my resting place
Don’t look for me where myrtles green
You will not find me there
Don’t look for me where birds sing
You will not find me there, my beloved
I am a slave where chains ring
There is my resting place
Don’t look for me where birds sing
You will not find me there
Don’t look for me where fountains spray
You will not find me there, my beloved
Where tears flow and teeth gnash
There is my resting place
Don’t look for me where fountains spray
You will not find me there
If you’ll have me with certainty
So come to me, my beloved
And take the gloom from my weary heart
And make sweet my resting place
If you’ll have me with certainty
My beloved
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The Hyde Mansion
06:07
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safe like a widow
far from the shore
if you stay longer, you may fall from the void, you may fall
something is burning in rings of water
altars of stolen lace, softly
lay softly
The old man is dead
and they’re feeding me sugar again
ornery father, stray from the vile that you hold
top the shelves off with cold paper dolls
from the cracks in the old southern wall
finally my son
has come from the depths back from us
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The Unconscious Echo
04:37
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The Unconscious Echo
Like the house recalls sounds of the previous haunter
Memory takes up dwelling in the body
Beyond the happens of the days, what was unseen and unlived
The body holds the sounds of the past they keep echoing
The house holds the sound of the past they keep echoing
The disembodied dwelling in the house made of wood
The creaking in the walls, the smell you want to know
The oil in the lamp stand it keeps burning
The body holds the sounds of the past they keep echoing
Some of us dream of boats and some of fire
The sound within the womb, a yelling in the veins
The coursing and the pain, the unconscious echo
My body holds the the gas chambers
The trains, the killing mound
The evictions and the hiding, and the cracks in the wall
Distorted by no findings of anything at all
Save the whole burning
And the cold concrete
Your body held the echo of your own breath
Where do they go now that you’ve become pollen in the air?
Do I hold them for you until mine stops containing me?
Do I hold them or somehow will they unchain me?
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Brittle Bones
07:00
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Brittle Bones
I am walking down
I am walking down
Nice warm bed, here to help you rest
I am walking down
I am walking down
Your brittle bones
like fall leaves
heavy held in mother’s arms
the weight in my arms
heavier than you meant
changed into color of fall leaves
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The One to the East and West
Its happened fore to my kin
Several times and its terror again
Water up the walls ‘til it fills the air
To take us from the shore again
We thought the wave was heavier than the air
In our blood and in our lungs
Thought it washed out the light and brought the dark
To take us from the shore again
We are floating up and down
Holding breath and coming up again
We are floating up and down
Holding breath and coming up again
My father feels the shallowness
Flutters his hand toward the light switch
Pulls some bodies from the water depths
To take us to the shore again
The river with the fish in it
The one to the east and west
The river through your hometown
We are floating up and down
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