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Orbweaver
03:12
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there are magpies on the silo/and children running past the barn; orbweaver in the willow, spins another yarn/ i put flowers on the windowsill/ to whither and dry/ the teenagers outside the venue are busy getting high/ daffodils on the peat of the burial mound: in a moment of convalescence, clover flowers turn brown/
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Smoke Signals
03:01
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when i'm alone, i sing baritone/ i'm a sleeping ocelot/ a babbling juggernaut/ and smoke signals say: “stay away!”/ i had a dream i lost all my teeth/ pursued by a car/ the king ain't so crimson anymore/ so place me in line, oh libertine/ if you think it's necessary, i'll be your adversary/
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Bleak Bleak Bleak
01:52
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do you think you can break the mold by doing as you're told?/ why does it have to be duplicity?/ and the future is so bleak bleak bleak.../ i weep for your offspring as their windmills catch fire/ while they clap for the acrobat tightrope walking on a telephone wire/
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Real Estate
01:49
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swim, swim polar bear/ where will you go when they take away your sheets of ice and your land of snow? maybe your temper will make them take you home/ “viva la musica” you'll sing as the winter beast moans/ there's no real estate...here/ look outside (it's pouring out) you'll get wet, i know/ if only it were winter time, then the rain would turn to snow/ now let's all play solitaire with lives instead of cards, roses bloom in front of you with thorns as sharp as swords
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Dagger Song
03:21
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in the minds of others, i see cities on hills/ la petite trianon circa grim catskills/ the dust on my spurs spends like a spend thrift/ granular particles of doom caught in the drift/ open up the window and let the night air in, i feel i'm licking my wounds as the dagger drives further in/ i threw my effrontery at the shadows of ghosts/ rose a broken chalice and stuttered through a toast: “to the warden with cross fingers, may he cross his eyes as well, for even bottom dwellers (when they grow) cast of their shell”/ i felt like stinging nettle when i sent forth my handshake/ i whistled like a kettle to the people at the wake/ full of ire i wiped spittle of my face/ and sank back into quicksand to rid me of this place/
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Holiday Avenue
03:32
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blood diamond, blood diamond is your favourite friend/ you're the variable—i'm the dividend/ i'm walking down holiday avenue/ as a vagrant shadow of the ingenue/ and i'd send you my love if you'd let me... i'd send you my love/ blood diamond, blood diamond, in the galley/ the bunker is hidden in the valley/ by the tree-ridden hills where i used to traipse/ i'm vulnerable, i'm a jackanapes/ blood diamond, blood diamond, in retrospect, i am still reeling from the side effects/ the crystal is covered in residue/ i'm walking down holiday avenue/
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In the Pines
03:57
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the longest train i ever saw went down to georgia line/ the engine passed at six o'clock, the cab passed at nine/ in the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines, i'll shiver in the cold/ i asked the captain for the time of day/ he just sent me away/ from this steel rail i watch the scenery roam/ and i'm on my way back home/ what have i done, what have i done/ why do you treat me so mean?/ you made me cry and you made me moan and i'm on my way back home/
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Alibaba Rag
06:18
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and i dance barefoot on the slag/ to the alibaba rag/ singin sha la la...like no one's business/ so oh my my my... mind your own business!/ clandestine for another destination/ i serve as a cartoon for my occupation/ like a stereoscope—all busted and heliotrope/ or some product of evisceration/ what's gonna happen when my hairline recedes?/ thinking it's thick as thieves, drowning in the reeds/ there's a doltish way i never say what i aught to say/ like looking down a corridor, never wondering where it leads/
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Owl King
04:38
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the owl king sits in his garden drinking coffee/ he is waiting for me/ but i've been held up due to some damnable obligations/ i'll throw 'em out with the bath water/ as soon as i get a grip on the situation/ the owl king sits in his garden drinking coffee/ he is waiting by a pomegranate tree/
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