1. |
The Apish Afterward
03:36
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The gate is gone where once I passed
to part the narrow way.
I gnash and gnaw; I buck and roar;
I pivot and I pray.
I beat my brains and I heave my strain
but it can do no good.
My time is thin- I've settled in
the apish afterward.
Since I got lost it all seems off
though how I could not say.
It's like everything's been mimicked in
some provincial mummer's play
where not one part is played with art,
not even Robin Hood.
The world's great stage has given way
to the apish afterward.
The light that showed my journey home
now keeps me wide awake.
I long to be on some dark sea.
No compass will I take.
I'll toss and turn and I'll yell and yearn-
I'd go back if I could.
But that guiding light has been shadowed by
the apish afterward.
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2. |
Aidan's Prize Song
04:02
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To split the gristle - you cannot reach.
I'll be the thistle underneath your feet.
You play your green spring until the fall
I'll be blue heaven underneath it all.
You won't be lonely - don't think too much.
I'll keep you company, I'll offer you a crutch,
and when you're walking you'll walk for me
while I'm the thistle underneath your tender feet.
To find the fat truth you only crawl
while I'm the wise tooth in your rattling skull.
You play the viper, but miss the vein.
I'll be the boa, bring you close again.
You won't be silent - your voice will reach
distant climes from the west unto the east.
But what you're saying - I've said it all
while I'm the wise tooth in your hard and rattling skull.
I am the fair wind on your approach
and when the storm's in, I use the thunder's throat.
I am the smuggler that brings your grain
as I'm the burglar who lays you siege again.
I am the singer who sings you home.
With golden fingers, I turn you into stone.
I am the poet who pushes most
and so you know it I use the storm and the thunder's throat.
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3. |
Threes
03:48
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Undue approach: hey there, no!
A stumble out, a turn to go.
Undue approach and all is blown.
Finite ends. The gyro spins,
a drunken top in sober hands.
Finite and expiring ends.
Guilty ghost: the miser's mien
lights the mirror inbetween.
The guilty ghost goes grovelling.
Working eye, a sleeping head
lays in the reeds and makes it wet.
The working eye is drowned and dead.
Cooling wind that cannot breathe
makes no ruffles in my sea.
A cooling wind that cools no heat.
Misty mind, it cannot mend
when all within is mist and sand.
Misty mind that cannot bend.
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4. |
Lizard Tongues
04:20
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Lizard tongue of fire at my heart.
The red wheel burns miles and miles apart.
Worried woman, take my hand again.
It isn't fire that lifts your troubled chin.
Lizard tongue of smoke that licks my eye.
The cloud is yours; the falling rain is mine.
Down in the gutter, the new moon is asleep.
I is an ocean a million miles deep.
If this is armageddon
I could use a little heaven
Lizard tongue of many golden hairs.
A lovely noose; a dreamer swinging there.
The night is folding. Put one foot on the floor.
It isn't dying that brings me to your door.
Lizard tongue, a very pearly blue,
takes up the dirt til everything looks new.
The world is nervous beneath your naked thigh.
I is a mirror a million miles high.
If this is armageddon
I could use a little heaven
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5. |
Oh Friend!
05:55
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Oh friend,
take your tears from your golden head no longer.
On a thread I am coming to lay with you again.
See I swing slow to bring you the swaying of the ocean and the wind.
Though I left in some twilight with the rust of life about me,
though I tried to surrender to the storm and to the sun,
I was told by the ravens in the bloody flowers of midnight
to return.
Oh friend,
stand and sigh at my empty bed no longer.
Be it said - I am coming to make it up again.
See I bring for to soothe you the whispers of the glade and of the glen.
Though I left in some half light with the weight of stars upon me,
though on hard peaks I stumbled, in wild fires I did burn,
I was washed in the waters of a million merry fountains
to return.
Oh friend,
read your prayers to your anxious dead no longer.
In your dread, I am coming to quiet them again.
See I sing for to teach you the wisdom of the robin and the wren.
Though I leapt at some false light in my coat of smooth vermillion,
though three voices I swallowed, seven secrets I did learn,
I have found always sweeter the one at home who bids me
to return.
Oh friend!
Oh friend!
Oh friend!
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6. |
Moonflower
05:03
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Hot in the ending of eras
O! our bloody love!
where the round of a sound in an ear
is aroused to a rub.
It is midnight and all of your mannequins mope at the fallow moon, making me fall.
From the first to the last of the line,
you are all - and you are mine.
Sunk in the snarl of one wounded
I milk the mad rose
to steal me a scent that's ungrounded
enough for your nose.
In syrup of flowers I suck at the stamen for glucose and glut to the full.
From the first to the last of the line,
you are all - and you are mine.
Lifted on wings of your velvet
and vinegar sea,
then dropped to your gulleys and shelves
it all open for me.
All of the parrot fish titter and talk of the moist paradise of your skull.
From the first to the last of the line,
you are all - and you are mine.
I see you in horoscopes, limping
along with the stars,
pursued by a bear, a dog simpering
between your bare arms.
Fleet footed through null you go, ravenous, wearing the riches of night as your shawl.
From the first to the last of the line,
you are all - and you are mine.
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7. |
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I'm at home I'm at home I'm at home I'm at home
I'm a million miles from my home
It is cold and I ache and the days are long – oh
I'm a million miles from my home
I can't eat I can't eat I can't eat I can't eat
I'm a million miles from my home
I am strung out and swoln in my heavy seat – oh
I'm a million miles from my home
I feel mad I feel mad I feel mad I feel mad
I'm a million miles from my home
My brain is on fire and my eyes are dead – oh
I'm a million miles from my home
I'm asleep I'm asleep I'm asleep I'm asleep
I'm a million miles from my home
My dreams come to life and my life to dreams – oh
I'm a million miles from my home
I'm a null I'm a null I'm a null I'm a null
I'm a million miles from my home
And I gape like a gorge, groan like a gull – oh
I'm a million miles from my home
I will wait I will wait I will wait I will wait
I'm a million miles from my home
The straightest way and the narrow gate – oh
I'm a million miles from my home
I'm at home I'm at home I'm at home I'm at home
I'm a million miles from my home
It is cold and I ache and the days are long – oh
I'm a million miles from my home
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