1. |
Square
03:13
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Nothing’s square
In the house that you built:
Not the window-frames
Or the room we shared
Not the stairs, spiraling to nowhere
No, it’s perilous: the four walls are leaning
The ceiling careens
Threatening to fall on us, darling
It’s falling already
Nothing’s fair,
So they like to tell you
Nothing’s ever quite
What you might have planned
What was flawless drawn up on paper
Is now perilous: the four walls are leaning
The ceiling careens
Threatening to fall on us, darling
It’s falling already
You wrote your note in pencil
Which’ll fade
Like the tensile-strength
Of the life you’d made
Out of wreckage
From the scrapheap
Everything you did you did on the cheap
And it’s me here suffering the consequences
And it’s perilous: the four walls are leaning
The ceiling careens
Threatening to fall on us, darling
It’s falling already
It’s falling already
It’s falling already
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2. |
Lately
03:28
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Lately, I’m not so much coping
As just hoping that I’ll wake up someday
Feeling close to okay
But the world is still so grey
Tell me: Can you even hear me
Out there beyond the breach
Where the stars are crystalline clear?
You know, they’re bleared and dismal down here:
Fainter than ever
But if I paint it rosy, then everyone can
Look me in the eyes again
Look me in the eyes and pretend
That nothing has happened
And if I paint it rosy, then everyone can
Look me in the eyes again
Look me in the eyes and pretend
That nothing has happened
And that everything is just pure perfection
Moon-glow
Filters through the window
Milky-white and just lustrous enough
To see me through another night
Lately…Lately…Lately
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3. |
Evening
04:02
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When the earth lies still
Tired of its rotation
And its colors spill out:
Scintillating, flashing brightly
Splashed over the chiaroscuro twilight
I’ll keep such pleasures to myself
I’ll keep such pleasures to myself
I’ll keep such pleasures to myself
Little sylvan streams like
Rivulets of splendor,
Ebullient and rushing
You could spoil it all by merely twitching
So, then, hush now, darling
We’ll keep such pleasures to ourselves
We’ll keep such pleasures to ourselves
We’ll keep such pleasures to ourselves
And when the world spins wildly
I’ll be hiding here where no one ever sees:
In my golden reveries
I’ll keep such pleasures to myself
I’ll keep such pleasures to myself
I’ll keep such pleasures to myself
I’ll keep such pleasures to myself
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4. |
Solstice
03:43
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They’ve dyed your hair auburn
But it was strawberry blond
And how the girls fawned over it
When we were young
Like the gleaming Christina
The very image of bliss
Who’d stood in the cattails, shimmering
Golden on the summer solstice:
Remember?
She’s alone in her loneliness
She’s alone in her loneliness
She’s alone in her loneliness
Some are sending up signals
And picking up signs
From Ladies of Sundry Locations
Through cell-towers and powerlines
While I lie in the swelter, restless
Sweat-drops, glistening
Wondering what kind of gullible
Fool would think there’s someone listening:
Is someone listening?
Are we alone in our loneliness?
Are we alone in our loneliness?
Are we alone in our loneliness?
They’ve dyed your hair auburn
But it was strawberry blond:
Maybe you’re young again
Maybe you’re nothing
Maybe you’re just alone…
…in your loneliness…
Alone in your loneliness
Alone in your loneliness
Alone in your loneliness
Alone in your loneliness
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5. |
Insouciance
03:16
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(Apologies to Robert Frost)
Thirteen thousand roads diverged in a wood
And I took none of them
Instead, I dug a hole and slipped to the bottom
Where the air is stale and thin, but comfortable
You’d grown quiet and I was in a trance
You could call it insouciance, I suppose
But I heard the door slam, breaking the morning
While my heart slept in
Thirteen thousand roads diverged in a wood
Thirteen thousand roads diverged in a wood
Thirteen thousand roads diverged in a wood
And I took none of them
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6. |
Angels, Perhaps
03:25
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Angels, perhaps, carried her away
Into The Great Nothing
Our poor Celeste, with her eyes blinded
Never glimpsed a twilight sky
Never felt the touch of human kindness
The stars collapse, trembling at the sight
Of all her earthly splendor
Now coalesce in the moonless night
Glimmering together
Existent only for her pleasure
When your soul’s crushed
And your hopes might just unravel
You’ve got to press on, press on quixotically:
Darling, it’s the only way to travel
When your soul’s crushed
And your hopes might just unravel
You’ve got to press on, press on quixotically
You’ve got to press on, press on quixotically
You’ve got to press on, press on, Darling
The Heavens rhapsodize
Their choirs crescendo
The saints and martyrs leave their tireless repose
To clamber down from their rose windows
Angels, perhaps…Angels, perhaps
Angels, perhaps…Angels, perhaps
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7. |
Mystery (I Guess)
02:52
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Leaves on the ground
Ninety degrees:
Eerily incongruous
Shocking, really
And it’s obvious:
Something’s amiss
But what it is, is
A mystery, mystery, mystery I guess
I guess…I guess…I guess…
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8. |
Lacebark
03:02
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If we could have stayed in the shade of the elm tree
Where I laid my head on your shoulder
Would the onerous weight that overwhelms me
Have faded away? Will it ever fade away?
You don’t seem to care that I’m just an imposter
With a flimsy façade
You don’t care that it’s cost you everything just to
Keep me from falling apart—Won’t you keep me from falling apart?
And I can’t explain
Why the painful refrain
Echoes still—why I’ve indulged it
But what I know is
I’m stopping now…I’m stopping now…I’m stopping now…
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9. |
Not Quite, Not Yet
04:28
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The metronomic pulse of blood through your veins
Courses away nearly all that remains
Of the toxins and dross until
The dull ache of loss that’s gripped you
Almost relents, ‘til you almost forget
But not quite…not yet
A gin-and-tonic stands, its condensate-beads
Still dripping—but, really, who needs
Another depressant, because
Life’s enough, isn’t it,
To leave us all wracked and spent?
And one more confession ascends
Into The Silence; but, then,
The Silence is golden—golden, yes
The metronomic pulse of blood through your veins
Courses away nearly all that remains
Of the toxins and dross until
The dull ache of loss that’s gripped you
Almost relents, ‘til you almost forget
But not quite—
Not quite…not yet
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10. |
Lilac & Grey
03:03
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Clouds roll in and cowed willows bend
Like dowdy old women in
Lilac and grey
You said I was unfaithful
But I was a wraith of a thing
Wasting away
I’d sworn to be true
And tried to be good
Oh, but everyone deserves to be understood
Even me, even you
And you said I was unfaithful
But I was a wraith of a thing
Wasting away…
Wasting away…
Wasting away…
Clouds roll in and cowed willows bend
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