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Pink Window
03:18
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you him
she her
me them
amateurs
be a writer
tell your friends
pretty poems
slow weekends
on a lawn
in a town
with no one else around
moving letters
looking for the right sound
red couch
blue phone
pink window
things I own
a paper bag
in a fence
cracked pavement
photographs
of the old factory
like a century
by tomorrow
gonna make it a gallery
found a jawbone
buried in sand
in the alley
overgrown like a valley
cut the canopy
till the land
I don't know
maybe not
I don't even know what I want
I lay a rose by the door
of the old haunt
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2. |
Amphibians
03:52
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feather eyes
yesterday smile
sold to a camera
perched on a sidewalk tree
like a breeze westerly
or the schoolyard melody
of a children's song
you're here then you're gone
plastic beaches
for amphibians under glass
pulled from a great lake
I'll remember
that there's nothing meant to last
but I won't remember you
petal sofas covered in junk
burn the blockchain down like a punk
from a driftwood house
on a battleground
in the pine bark howl of Virginia
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3. |
Small Glass Bird
04:06
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a small glass bird
on a wooden tray
the fire burns
and the memory fades
like a rolling stone
a holy strand
and a sacred ring
folded in your hands
but there's no such thing
as a virgin birth
it was in a dream
when you held my hand
and whispered to me
that you understand
where the lost souls go
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4. |
Being Here
03:02
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cherry ginger ale
February fingernails
baby blanket on the floor
roses in your hair
Cincinnati, Delaware
maybe even Baltimore
ashtray lovers
bedroom drummers
blue jean brothers
childish hurricanes
I clap my hands
I clap my hands
just to make a sound
moving vans
and foreign plans
always reappear
like dust
on the back
of a souvenir
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5. |
Under the Mountains
04:22
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remind me every now and then
I really don't remember when
I last read a novel
or a magazine
we should try to keep in touch
a rhyme is only worth so much
and I just saw the doctor
on a TV screen
automate the obvious
and bury both of us
under the mountains
there's a problem in your code
I've seen every episode
twenty times or maybe
it was twenty-five
we should try to keep in touch
a rhyme is only worth so much
and I've been having trouble
keeping plants alive
I just wanna laugh out loud
but no one makes a sound
under the mountains
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