1. |
Heron
06:45
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This is a devil's world,
Mother once told me
While cleaning her Mauser gun.
Since I was a blue-eyed child
I wasn't like you
I used to climb in the trees and refuse to come down
My father would scream at me,
Holding his belt like a whip
I would scream back
Daddy, eat my shit
People are rats of the World Tree
Life is a big word, all I see is black
First it's dark and then it turns gold
Then I close my eyes to come back.
They cut the lights so we sat
With a candle lit, and shadows then
Walked around the room
Mother cocked the heavy burden
Two flashes then rolled about the floor
Like shells with phosphorous laughter and sulfurous breath
She went singing
There's nothing there
And never will be
Life is a big word, all I see is black.
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2. |
Judith
04:01
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I met her in a picture gallery,
Where naked women masturbate beneath a plaid
She took me by my hand and we ran to the park
Finished two packs of Marlboroughs in an hour
We drove in her Taurus smoking opium
Through downtown where the trees
Are wrapped in electric lights
We sang American Pie and cried,
Choking our tears with course tongues,
And strong hands below the beltlines
And I ran, forgot where I lived,
Made my lay in the golden depth
Having drunk from my mother's breast,
Every woman begs for incest.
She spread better then a loose rhyme I work with,
With time I've learned to turn a blind eye
On her heroin friends and cocaine acquaintances,
For when we were alone, she stood beside me
Looking up with her scotch breath
Like a wronged woman looks at her savior
She cried to my collarbone, telling me how in life
There is nothing but love and death
I only pictured her as my older sister, and that's love
And every golden teardrop of it
Is already inside of me, and the rest is death.
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3. |
Red December
05:00
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4. |
Sweet Spot Midnight
02:51
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Cold is the night, the wolfen wind
Has ripped its iron chain
Gods of war dispatched into nothingness
In columns of one hundred men
Thrashing below the frozen steppe
Armored Mother Earth relays command:
"Battery adjust, laying for the void,
Fire, fire for effect."
Somewhere far away
A frozen lake is struck,
With each new death
A better life is made
In the womb of dirt
Light, blood and teeth is the tough maternal love
She takes you back from whence you came
In another, more dismembered form
"Repeat."
My command strikes devil's chord -
From hands to breech a dance is danced,
A hammer song is sung.
Void speed.
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5. |
A simple dream
04:42
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6. |
Before the end
03:13
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7. |
Ajna
12:04
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8. |
Flight
04:37
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