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Beyond the Years
06:33
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[we elected our own sheriff and deputy sheriff and all that, and we elected our own president and the rest of us, you know, we’d be the outlaws]
i saw the first clouds as they came
throwing shadows over miles of amber waves
[for some strange reason there’s some people born a little bit better than others, and some are supposed to work pretty hard, and others supposed to sort of coast through life some way or other, but then umm]
bold and seething the trees bend and shake
all our heroes stand silent in their wake
[said it was a pity that so many of us had to live the way we did and not know where our next bite was coming from, so they said that in order to relieve me and the suffering of this family too that i was living with]
cold dark forecast for spacious skies
will rain fall or tears in disguise
i saw the first clouds as they came
are they clouds though or omens manmade
[Internationale]
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Rose Mirror
04:40
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rose glass when you’re looking back with trouble ahead
the past by any other namesake will make the future seem grim
rose-tinted rearview when you’re driving out or lost in the weeds of your mind’s eye
who’s got your back when you’re facing yourself or chasing to the sun
rose mirror when we’re outside ourselves
took overlong to see your conscience hollow
not meant to be, make sure the future stings
rose-tinted prism in your hand, when you’re looking back
or looking forward to the past that’s in your head but never was
you found the right way to hide?
we misplace a piece of ourselves lost to the past
there’s something you left in your life holding you back
don’t shrink, don’t stray, just know that the tide…
rose cage, gilded glass, a slave to a past that never was
don’t speak, don’t stray, just know that the tide…
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Who Killed Kayla Mueller
04:23
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staring back the last two years scattered like bone in sand
from cactus leaves to war-scarred pomegranate shrubs
one desert to another
and i was minding mine the night kayla bruised her face
from prescott’s goldwater nomination steps
to the edge of civility and cold stark authority
the ripe fruit falls but never down here, withered politesse
“welcome to everybody’s hometown”
and i was safe where wine drips from stalactites
while a satellite tracked the arc of the earth
and of justice, around and down and slow
while kayla’s fingernails were ripped off like mattress tags
who killed kayla mueller in the february vapor
black miasma sprawled on sands stolen and stolen again
on the night she died i was looking up at thirteen stripes
wondering how do you know who owns the land
when one day it falls in somebody else’s hands
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Lucid Dreams 12 & 35
04:41
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dreamless drifting hold to your harvest
daylight’s over under your head
even over your strongest protest
hats off hair down carried away
capslock laughing dawn on the hillside
scapegoat smiling same dream all the time
evening over and over again
sighing waitress there’s no third way
daily dollar safest shortcut
desperate raincheck years are through
even knowing how it all ends
starting over i’d do it again
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Division Street
04:56
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you might die in fragrant half-light
bugs floating in the streetlamp glow
breathing out a cold mist
you might wake up one early autumn afternoon
dry leaves crumbled in your hair, swollen eyes like two moons at night
chain store signs shining like cigarettes in a winter haze
neon streets in a lazy design when we slept like pensioners
cold still in the night, waiting for someone to draw the line
between freedom and what you gotta do
there’s no difference or division where decline shines bright
and the streetlights kept street crime away or at least that’s the fantasy
down the street that divides the gods from the haves and the haves nots
you might relive one rain-soaked memory
from a country inside your head where your dreams are fed and your conscience starved
you might lose your life or at least unhinge yourself
undone from the screws in your sides, unborn in the fountain of youth
you might wonder how the devil came down division street
with a sulfur smile in the wings and a bible in hand
you might wonder why you’re alive
down from the trees where the sparrows eat the young
the children learn what the birds already know
one has to die if the other should grow
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Orphan
04:19
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one orphan crossed the line, the masters clueless
two more have up and died just passing through
hold on, no one sound the sirens
don’t be so overjoyed to be of use
there is no consequence that you’re waiting for
can’t analyze your motives when you’re moving forward
hold on, you’re on your own
no sunrise overture to stir the bones
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Year of Glad
02:56
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we awoke on a new planet surprised to find no natives to kill or gold to mine
no commandments to define or divide, no us, no them, no her, and no him
i hit my head on the gears of time and i broke into a sweat
language ’til the letters forget themselves or accept that you’ve got a broken mind
it’s so much easier
we fell asleep and rose surprised to see the morning never came and the planet ceased to be
we drifted from skies to stars but found no one went hungry and our souls unwound themselves
still images from motion pictures
an ocean of sutures stitching up the reel to reel to unreal
year of glad
year of no tomorrow or today
year of close escapes
glad we had one more sin to steal from the future when we’re old and tired
this servant life is more than we planned when we said that we’d subsidize time
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Fred Hampton's Ghost
03:12
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down every sidewalk on every street
the weight of history pulls you beneath
i felt the past repeat and i froze
the night i saw fred hampton’s ghost
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In Medias Res
04:21
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when i was old i thought that people never change
but now that i am dead i see the error of my ways
most impressions you have, just getting by’s not so bad
when i was awake i could count on my senses to feel
but now that i sleep i don’t know which memories to keep
when i was rich i knew the world was fair
but now that i am poor i see the universe never cares
it’s a ruse, it’s a melancholy courtesy laugh
it’s only about a half a lie
here now. what then?
or better yet what came before
so long so much for hoping
to be there when this began
when i could not believe my eyes i deceived my mind
it’s hard to believe but we turn ourselves blind
i once found comfort in gold’s borrowed glow
but now i have slaved and paid every debt that i ever owed
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