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| 1. |
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"A moving aria
for a vanished style of mind A noble debut tackling vertiginous demands Has absence ever sounded so eloquent so sad I doubt it?" With an arm across the torso face on the nails with an arm across the torso face on the pale monkey nails "Touching the shattered lives it unearths A nocturne filled with glorious ideas A chilling exploration of erotic consumption" With an arm across the torso face on the nails with an arm across the torso face on the pale monkey nails Cossacks are charging in charging into fields of white roses Cossacks are charging in charging into fields of white roses "That's a nice suit" "That's a swanky suit" "Been a pope like no other" "I'm looking for a good cowboy" "A rare outcry makes you lead a larger life" "You could easily picture this in the current top ten" "Medieval savagery Calculated cruelty" "It's hard to pick the worst moment" Calculated cruelty" "It's hard to pick the worst moment" With an arm across the torso face on the nails with an arm across the torso face on the pale monkey nails |
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| 2. |
| 5:50 |
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Birds
Birds This is not a cornhusk doll Dipped in blood in the moonlight Like would happen in America This is us Our eyesides snagged Dipped in mob in the daylight Like would happen in America The breasts are still heavy The legs long and straight The upper lip remains short The teeth are too small The eyeside is green The hair long and black Still coming through Still coming through She knows this room She can navigate it in the dark She entered the Palazzo at night by a side door To ascend to a lift in the upper floor She lies on the bed Looking up not yet seeing The signs of the zodiac painted in gold On the blue vaulted ceiling His enormous eyes as he arrives Coming nearer in the surrounding darkness His strange beliefs about the moon Its influence upon men of affairs The danger of its cold light on your face While you were sleeping She'll eclipse it with her head Stroke him 'til he sleeps Until he has nothing to do among men of affairs Sometime before dawn Her bare feet cross the floor She gazes from the window At the fountain in the courtyard Sometimes I feel like a swallow A swallow which by some mistake Has gotten into an attic And knocks its head against the walls in terror This is not a rabbit skinned With a body of silver Like would happen in America The breasts are still heavy The legs long and straight The upper lip remains short The teeth are too small The eyeside is green The hair long and black Still coming through Still coming through The mood soon changed In the clear morning air A man came up towards the body And poked it with a stick It rocked swiftly And twisted around at the end of the rope Finer than a hair from every side Finer than a hair Birds Birds This is just a cornhusk doll Dipped in blood in the moonlight This is just a cornhusk doll This morning in my room A little swallow was trapped It flew around desperately Until it fell exhausted on my bed I picked it up So as not to frighten it I opened the window Then I opened my hand |
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| 3. |
| 5:51 |
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Nose holes caked in black cocaine
Pow! Pow! No one holds a match to your skin No dupe No chiming A way off miles off No needle through a glove Famine is a tall tower A building left in the night Jesse are you listening? It casts its ruins in shadows Under Memphis moonlight Jesse are you listening? Six feet of foetus Flung at sparrows in the sky Put yourself in my shoes A kiss, wet, muzzle A clouded eye No stars to flush it out Famine is a tall tower A building left in the night Jesse are you listening? It casts its ruins in shadows Under Memphis moonlight Jesse are you listening? Pow! Pow! In the dream I am crawling around in my hands and knees smoothing out the prairie All the dents and the gouges And the winds dying down I lower my head Press my ear to the prairie Alive, I'm the only one Left alive I'm the only one Left alive I'm the only one Left alive Alive I'm the only one Left alive I'm the only one Left alive I'm the only one Left alive |
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| 4. |
| 4:32 |
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As the grossness of spring lolls its head against the window
As the grossness of spring lolls its bloodshot head Curare! Curare! Curare! Brogue cries from the street Curare! Curare! As the grossness of spring rose A tumor balloon to squeak against the window With the grossness of spring staining into the walls The chair had been shifted ever so slightly Say five feet or two centimeters The prints of my fingers dusted from doorknobs A lamp had been dimmed Some sawdust where a ring had been Where nice girls were turned into whores Gardens with fountains where peacocks had strutted Where deaf children were born The splendor of tigers turning to gold in the desert Pale meadows of stranded pyramids Sonny boy such a sonny boy There's a song in the air Curare! Curare! Curare! But the fair senorita don't seem to care Curare! Curare! Curare! As the grossness of spring lolls its head against the window As the grossness of spring lolls its bloodshot head I merely got up so slowly Shuffled across the floor Closed the door on the landing Descending the stairs Dipping into the street The paralysed street Brogue says "Good afternoon!" I say "Good afternoon!" "It's a lovely afternoon" "Yes, it's a lovely afternoon"I Into pockets unstitching so weighted with pins Into eyes imploding on mazes of sins The puddle beneath the cork Bobbing on a mild chop that rolled in Off the river Dix and the open water beyond Brogue says "I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY" Then me "I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY" Brogue "I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY" "I'LL PUNCH A DONKEY IN THE STREETS OF GALWAY" Sonny boy Such a sonny boy In her voice, there's a flaw Sonny boy Such a sonny boy E-e-aw and e-e-aw |
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| 5. |
| 6:40 |
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What do Seoul/Sudan have in common?
Both start with an S Deep as a virus Little Mary Little Mary From scratchless I ascend Stamps tongue-swabbed Now embark for the Ivory Coast Chiming like mouse bells BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM At the birth of a vermin Holy Ghost Stars led to sky Lash led to eye Herpes to clit Then stopped Expect I'm carried by lanterns Expect I will follow the aerosol patterns Immunity won't feed on the bodies Bones closing Too soon at the tips Won't feed on the bodies From the fat black crocodile on the sand bar Can't swallow it then bury it From the voice flooded semen clotting to paste Can't swallow it then bury it And the jigger raps pits Darkness long Jigger raps pits BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM Shoes had to shine Splicing to swine Strain after strain after strain after strain Immunity Immunity Through the dominant wards and nurseries A flugleman moves In the lung-smeared slides and corridors A flugleman moves And his tune rises on the harvest clouds of dust Trading the wah-wah's for BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM Stars led to sky Toe led to thigh Rumor to breast Then stopped |
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| 6. |
| 10:28 | 
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| 7. |
| 6:28 |
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"Milosevic couldn't care less if Bosnia was recognized" a laughing Dr. Karadzic later told a television interviewer. He said, "Caligula proclaimed his horse senator but the horse never took his seat."
Polish the fork and stick the fork in him Polish the fork and stick the fork in him Shinier still and stick the fork in him He's done boys he's done boys Where will you sleep my stomach My second stomach through the trees Handicapped Buzzing out on the steppes Spooking yourself in the breeze Somebody dies Somebody don't shave Ruminating the slimy stars Polish the fork and stick the fork in him Kad Tad -- Kad Tad -- Kad Tad Polish it more and stick the fork in him Kad Tad -- Kad Tad -- Kad Tad Shinier still and stick the fork in him He's done boys He's done boys Faces of the grass go lenghtening (oor) The lengthening faces through the ice and sun (ooor) Faces lengthen go lengthening faces Into lengthening faces from the branch to the grass With buried heads they stand in full view Eyes sliding of the faces up and up Slide up the faces and up the sun And up the faces go lengthening faces Eyes are sliding above the tall and peaceful grass Polish the fork and stick the fork in him Kad Tad -- Kad Tad -- Kad Tad Polish the fork and stick the fork in him Kad Tad -- Kad Tad -- Kad Tad Shinier still and stick the fork in him He's done boys He's done boys |
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| 8. |
| 12:44 |
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Neath the bougie a thimble rigger slyly rolls the pea
Bye the bye the bye the bye Red is patchy Snows the silver Bye the bye the bye the bye Can't turn from a crotch in the darkness To turn to the valley of a king Ja-da ja-da ja-da ja-da jing jing jing Wrapped in blankets then in blankets Hear the germs pinging on the night wind Cross the west coast to the west coast to the west coast The angelus begins Eye for hand Dye y-et eye bye-t the negro come on sucker anthrax jesus sack of the-b shawl for he-b no bye the bye Pulling out won't be slow sorry baby b the needles another night I gotta pull muffle bye no bye the bye by the bye no bye the bye Neath the bougie a thimble rigger slyly rolls the pea Bye the bye the bye the bye Red is patchy Snows the silver Bye the bye the bye the bye Don't think it hasn't been fun because it hasn't Donje is Donje in the spring Ja-da ja-da ja-da ja-da jing jing jing Here blankets Here come the blankets They plunge like rays Snapping down the night wind Cross the east coast to the east coast Scratch the air and blue burn The angelus begins Pulling out won't be slow Sorry baby Stuff the chancellor dreamed he mans gathered y-et bye the bye no bye the bye Scaling comes scaling comes Red is patchy Snows the silver Another night I gotta pull muffle bye no bye the bye bye the bye no bye the bye |
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| 9. |
| 5:19 |
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The car in front follows the long way around
Prey moves Predator moves Foreshortened angels hunting me down Halle -- halle -- halle Underkill Sticks in gutters Overkill Is personal Too many bullets Rabbi crater Keyed for action hits the marks I wish I was in Dixie Sleet switches silence To the shredding of larks Serifot Combs of honey Kellipot Saliva's coating balls of money You and me against the world You and me against the world You and me against the world World about to end World about to end World about to end Windblown hair in a windowless room A lifeline of knuckles Waddles into the afternoon Look into its eyes It will look into your eyes |
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| 10. |
| 7:46 |
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Corneas misted
Put put put put Color high Put put put Motionless Put put put put For seconds at a time A hand that is cold in another colder Put put put And everything Put put put put within reach This is a waltz for a dodo A samba for Bambi Gavotte for the Kaiser Bolero for Beuys A reel for Red Rosa A polka for Tintin Corneas misted Put put put Color high Put put put Motionless Put put put put One hand that is cold in another colder Put put put And everything within reach |
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