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Corpus Christi
04:59
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I wrapped up all my strange dreams in
Clear plastic memory
Safe for the next few centuries
Where the bad times that brought me to my knees
I'm not the only one who's losing sleep
From the storm drains to the flood plains
And out to the Atlantic
Where the parts per million
Are easily forgotten
We'll all partake in
This holy uncommunion
You're banking hard on miracles
Like a biscuit forgets the mixing bowl
It's as good as true for all you know
An endangered beast will die in its tracks
That's water to wine that you can't get back
From the sand dunes of the North woods
To the smoke plumes of Corpus Christi
Where the parts per million
Are transubstantiated
We'll all breathe deep in
This holy uncommunion
To the eye
It's never the right place or time
It's imperceptible
It's beauty in its darkest form
Like a bombed out arts and craft store
We'll make our way through the null and the void
We'll do as anyone would expect
We'll pick through the shit and take anything left
From the desert to the delta
And out to the Pacific
Where the parts per million
Are easily ingested
We'll all partake in
This holy uncommunion
We're losing faith in
Petroleum communion
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2. |
Understood People
04:58
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Father of lights come down to me
Father of lights come down to me
Through pale numb working days
In conditioned air
Network routed fingertips
Shifting in the chair
Limbic systems connected
Via satellite
Transmitting our data
To the most high
Father of lights come down to me
Father of lights come down to me
Through the debt of progress in arrears
For our survival
Paid when executive chieftans
Eat new arrivals
Deploy machines to finish
Our freshly minted cities
Humanity diminished
Proof can’t pay its way
Through dog-eared pages of
Dead languages my understood people
What good is cake from on high
When permission is denied to all my
Understood people?
Calling out favors
From the divine hostage negotiator
Like a sudden death hat trick
Breaking out moves
Like a congressional district
Once you pick at the scab of
What amount you have of
Conventional wisdom
Better open up your compact
For full scale combat
What are you gonna do?
Let us find new ways through
Dog eared pages of dead languages
my understood people
Blessed are the meek and the poor
The prostitutes and whores are
All my Understood people
Gabriel blow your horn declare the
Password of the Lord
To all my Understood People
When you hear that trumpet sound
March around The paywall seven times
My Understood People
Father of light, come on down to me
Father of light, come on down to me
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3. |
Whispers
04:51
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Digesting letters at highway speeds
On the first of our shipments east
It’s no quick fix but
the thrill of the chase
Keep us jumping turnstiles endlessly
To excavate the future remains
Of our family
The years of faithful service and
The ease of proximity
Translocate into someone new entirely
We made it in one piece
But we rock against
Our moorings unsteadily
The sure bets and
Obligations we neglect
What have we got to show for it?
Privilege and fortune that
We do or don’t accept
Whisper under the moon
I say we go for it
And excavate the future remains
Of our family
The years of faithful service and
The ease of proximity
Reverse migrate to
Someone new entirely
We made it in one piece
But we rock against
Our moorings unsteadily
All packed up in the ZX3
the gift the curse
Maneuverability
Shape shift face lift placelessly
The blood, the money,
The body commodity
Reflected in good intentions stormy eyes
And market value’s rotten teeth
Margin of error in the run and the rise
The trade winds tell us where to be
So excavate the future remains
Of your family
The years of faithful service
And the ease of proximity
Translocate into someone new entirely
You’ll make it in one piece
But you’ll rock against
Your moorings unsteadily
God is good and God is great
Sometimes good deals
Just can’t wait
So he gets up each day
To roam the land
Order the house
Chainsaw in hand
Cutting down the woods
For dead presidents
Single family homes
Behind private fences
Don’t forget
How blessed you are
The roadkill deer
whispers to the passing cars
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