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There Will Be Blood
00:40
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A Long Prison Bar
02:56
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alk to me scraper, I will cut you down.
You came on her sheets and turned her gown a rusty brown.
The seeds of forever rage within these windows.
Wipe away our sweat, and our screams.
Give up.
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Samsa' Compassion
05:06
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Do you see that man in the tree?
I swear he's hungry for me.
I know those leaves in his mouth were my heart.
I know in lines and in time, we are all the same.
Swelling souls, forked out tongues, sold out songs.
And I'm tired of taking stage like a skeleton,
Where every line has been the trash to hide my interests,
One more solid crowd to glorify my broken head, one more soul,
Oh! Where will this land?!
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Descending the Apex
04:50
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Whales, I am the marrow of your bones.
Fawns, I am the grass growing out from these stones.
Oh, but how could I resist there Shepherd's throng?
"God is dead." I heard it through the windmill, he tied his arms and legs to save me!
Climb up down that hill, and show me what you have lived for.
I'm the hallway,
I'm the apple,
I'm the language,
I'm the tide.
But not even the atoms of my tongue are real.
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Tired Masonry
05:23
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alance dreams with rays of sunlight, as if they were one, and then gone.
And when the sun is tired, she hides like a child beneath the moon.
Tree where've you been, I've been the dear for the year,
I thought your hands would find their way,
To the mouth of the century,
With breast in hand I'm alive and I'm beautiful,
There go my ashes! Are we not young anymore?
If you would come home.
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"Sah"
Gardening hair upon Easter Day,
On the farm your brother built.
Would he even remember my name?
Because there's soil, and water, and fathers, and motherheads,
And water, and tide, to keep my muscles relaxing.
And I swear not to hold back this time.
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Cattle Muse
02:14
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In my ear Jesus just warned me,
Complaining of sins that I have never done,
In fear my heart spooned out dishonest prayer,
It happens every time that times are bad or waning.
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Polar-Void
A crocodile captured my mother and brought her to the sandbar,
He took of her clothes, and her pride and seduced her.
With her hair in his hand he smiled and me, "Jamie, I love you, you're family,
Please take the picture."
And I wept, alone, behind the mirror, outside Sue's door.
I wept.
And I heard her scream,
But I couldn't help her,
I am weak.
She pled for days, "oh! Please let me go in the name of the lord!"
Stains on the tall tales of Golden House helpings,
Smash out the State,
Block the paths and the cue cards.
Today we are blessed as guests to the sun and the moon!
Let her go.
All of you, let her go.
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The Language of Animals
03:26
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The Language of Animals
Crouch like a tiger, in the light of the city.
Stink of the Brut, and the news reports.
Benches by the river mold my conscience into dollars,
Buying pie off of Broadway and a case in court.
Growling at strangers carrying Wal-Mart bags, and sadness---
Too scared to love me trees or anyone.
Take off the guise.
Take off the guise because it never helped you anyway.
Strip the lute holes of power. Leave the strings as one to dance about in a forest, on a cross, in a mosque, lover's twilight. Control your course, the sails were lost, the day you woke, the sound was tossed, erratic hate from tv tubes, Rodney bruised, and nukes to lose, Allah blamed, the oil attained, jihad of blood, my mind ablaze.
Revolution.
Revolution.
Revolution.
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Farewell Hajj
Savannah stretched,
atoms bind,
cows sent to town square.
computer flame,
paper love,
dot dot my ring's blood.
Lion's heel,
hearse's steel,
the sun sets on us both.
Are you afraid?
I took your name, and I'm sorry.
Maya rise,
maize masked disguise,
it's your land, not mine.
Jihad of oil,
sticks for soil,
Sun Tzu beaming.
When will I see the beast go hungry, or is this as it should be?
Blood for God,
Cars for bombs,
Mosques and bread crumbs.
That's the sound, you hear, when the bomb goes off.
That's the sound, "ch-ching," when they buy the yacht.
Those are the words, you speak, when your land is lost.
That's revenge, you seek, when your soul is bought.
QUEREMOS JUSTICIA!!
I have seen the greatest minds of my generation destroyed by madness! Starving! Shaking! Hysterical! Dragging themselves through the Negro streets at dawn, Contemplating jazz!
Oh fox! There is no love! Even the blazing sun will burst before its collapse! The fox is found! The star goes black!
There is love!
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