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Visit Me
03:55
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Everyone's home in sweatpants for the series finale
Of their discontinued fall prime times
Meredith's in Massachusetts with a colonial toothache
And the leaves to rake are burning themselves so I'm
Home watching my dad watch the NFL alone
Wish I still had that eternal telephone
I'd call you
So come on down and visit me
My condition petitions so implicitly
I need you
I'm stuck inside each birthday gift that I ever got
Stuck inside the sounds they make when they shift and rot
Beneath you
I want living love and mental access denser
Than the motel continental breakfast cereal dispenser
I want those eyes you made at me
Those bedside globes
Those orbs
I want your spilt coffee burning my inner thighs
And the watermarks that measure my oscillating size when it dries
And absorbs
So come on down and visit me
My condition petitions so implicitly
I need you
I'm stuck inside the rhythm of your glottal stops
A bottle of codeine and green cough drops
I feed you
Everyone's home in sweatpants for the series finale
Of their discontinued childhoods
I wound up in Providence as a second-rate dramatist
And I'd write the second act if I just could
So come on down and visit me
My condition petitions so implicitly
I need you
I wrote it on the notepad of the suggestion box
I'll breathe the desperation till
The kingdom unlocks
For me too
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2. |
Gerunds
04:32
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Holiday errands
The piling of gerunds
In the snow
Now that my parents
Really got no
Place to go
Even to cash a check
Flash a little hope card in the deck
Whoa
The sadder that we get
Puffing on your e-cigarette
The moment that we met
Keeps getting harder to regret
So here we are
In your car
Listening to
"Found Out About You"
But one last thing
One last little thing
Seems I'm always holding on
To one last thing
Did you ever get paid
Queen of the downgrade, honey pie
For all the beds you made?
Afraid to show the tears in your eye
No questioning why
Never short on supply
The store wasn't open
For your ibuprofen when I went
The morning was frozen
The salt didn't melt through my intent
So there we were
In a blur
Shouting through
"I'm sick of myself when I look at you"
So one last thing
One last little thing
Seems I'm always holding on
To one last thing
Holiday errands
The piling of gerunds
In the snow
Fuck total awareness
There's only one thing I should know
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3. |
27 Dollars
03:11
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Jennifer
Whenever
You decide
I'll be around
The temperature
In Detroit this summer
Is certified
To bring the whole thing to the ground
But everything will be better
Someday when the TV letters
Of the station that I used to watch
Rearrange and spell my heaven
Maybe channels 4 and 7
Will broadcast the entire life I botched
Everything will awaken
And if I am not mistaken
You still owe me
27 dollars
With a senator
As your benefactor
You got pretty good at
Cashing checks from the man
Now you're lost
In your mother's sweater
That you ask me to recognize
And you know that I can
But everything will be butter
When we fracture in each other
And mix around a hundred broken parts
So meet me at The Lodge this evening
As all the bastard boys are leaving
I'll be beside the arcade throwing darts
Everything will awaken
And if I am not mistaken
You still owe me
27 dollars
You know what it's for
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In the sunken silhouette
Of your drunken pillow wet
From the teardrops that your sweet eyes
Are now churning
In the early morning light
On the curly fry you bite
That's left behind by deadbeats
Undiscerning
When the party is through
And the people you knew
Have all dissolved to day jobs
That they're spurning
If I fail in the end
Just to find me a friend
Beneath each flaming wreath
I've been upturning
I am soaking from the sun
I am joking with someone
I am hoping that our flowers are still burning
In the speckled melanin
That has freckled up your skin
A vivid new infinity I'm learning
In the markings of the rain
In a sparkling pattern plain
Bursting a refrain of hot returning
There's a flame on your tongue
And a name still so unsung
Among the shitty wages that we're earning
If our flowers appear
Still ablaze in a year
I won't fear that the poverty's concerning
I am soaking from the sun
I am joking with someone
I am hoping that our flowers are still burning
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5. |
Positively Freaking
02:06
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Sarah picks at her salad on the tennis court
Has a valid passport
Ready to go
I am sure
I watch 90s sitcoms at my dad's place
All the modern fads base
Themselves apropos
The obscure
At Office Max
Received your fax
That you're coming home
Spring is always coming in a manner of speaking
Everything is numbing when it's not positively freaking
I'm positively freaking
I still hear the smack of saliva
From when he was alive the
Way my grandpa talked
Summer lives in back of the mind of
You when you were kind of
Drunk and sweetly blocked
The mascot died
And at his side
The grown man cried
Spring is always coming in a manner of speaking
Everything is numbing when I'm not positively freaking
I'm positively freaking
I am always coming in a manner of speaking
I remember something you were tacitly seeking with your eyes
We refuse to exit where our powers are peaking
Everything is numbing till we're so positively freaking
We're positively freaking
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6. |
Sarah Springtime
03:43
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Our sacred neighborhoods
Now only nominally exist
Your dad's looking for work on Craigslist
So drink red wine with me
At the deserted megachurch
We'll play the broken rec room Sega like it's research
For the way things used to be
And our first taste of sin
One sweep of your breath
Pumps my adrenaline
Sarah Springtime
Is there a thing I'm
Qualified to say?
You mollified the way
That this life feels so ancient
But patient is the nascent little star
And so we are
Adjacent to the Sarah Springtime
Your one-dimensional boyfriend
Who's gotten kind of mean
Your mind's half hot lava
And half dexedrine
Just four years ago
You grieved the four years before that
Four years from today you'll say
That you wish knew where it was at, that
Sarah Springtime
Is there a thing I'm
Qualified to say?
You mollified the way
That this life feels so dated
You know that I waited
In my prime
But now I'm
Slated for the Sarah Springtime
Sarah Springtime
Is there a thing I'm
Qualified to do?
It all relied on you
I still taste the lilacs
Even when the sky blacks out the blue
And I do
Still believe in Sarah Springtime
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7. |
Since Milford
02:16
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8. |
Gauche
02:52
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Here's a little kiss
For little miss gauche
Chatty and bratty and rather precocious
Gather up the inimitable neurosis
That you brag about
Measure my shoe size in the frozen snow track
When you rise, swallow your Prozac
And meet me at the diner when you stitch up the liner
Of your jacket where you tore the tag out
In this strange new age
We just got each other
Forget all the strange rage
Regarding all the strangers you let in
To meet your mother
Here's a little icy free advice, see
Twenty-two-year-olds just never entice me
Well, maybe once or twice
But I always pay the price
For letting myself in
I'm always hibernating until the regrets flee
Salivating soon as somebody lets me
The girl that I was dating seldom ever upsets the
New situation
In this strange new age
We just got each other
Forget all the strange rage
Regarding all the strangers you let in
To meet your mother
Here's a little kiss for little miss gauche
Here's a little kiss for little miss gauche
Here's a little slip
It's my approach
I'm chatty and bratty and rather precocious
I slather on the inimitable neurosis
Because I care about
You
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9. |
Nothing Is Working
01:48
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Nothing is working
My galaxy was a fallacy after all
The phone calls
Have all but ceased
But at least I still hear
The dial-up modem
Still screeching and swollen
In my ear
All the while upholding
The viable slogan
That nothing is working
My galaxy was a palace to me
And that's all
The strip malls
The soccer games
Cocker spaniel names
I recall
Jennifer says
That whenever my hesitation
Is lurking
She doesn't care
She'll still be there
When nothing is working
Dysfunction
Is something
I love
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10. |
If You Can
03:45
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I got replaced
Chapped lips on my wasted face
Now every vowel just drips into the night
But oh
Your lips used to catch my drips so tight
With delight
What's this I see?
The miracles of modernity that pool
I drive by my old school at night
Something stays behind to keep the light
So bright
And oh
You know I'd like to see you make it back
To that night of barely bluish black
I guess we'll see
Won't we?
Won't we see?
If you can
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11. |
Enter the Kingdom
05:31
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Summer's begun
The drummers are hungry
The sound of the gun
On Livernois stung me
I wake in the afternoon
Napping in your cocoon, hon
The women around here
Poisoned by glamour
The sound in their ear
From some nine pound hammer
That falls from the thundercloud
I wonder if I'm allowed, dear
To break it away
And enter the kingdom
Remember the way
You luckily winged him
The hapless intruder
We kept every looter at bay
The night is that thief
It slices the screen door
It corrupts belief
That we'll ever restore
The majesty tasted
The metaphor wasted on me
The denseness of air
I see it so thickly
And what's stored in there
And flowing so slickly
The lungs of the lilacs
The tongues of the climax
Ensnare
The dumbness of death
The prenatal coma
Then your mother's breath
The awesome aroma
Of waking up welcome
The fatal diploma
To bear
In perfect July
Bulging and bending
The banquet is dry
And rapidly ending
The family scattered
And all that once mattered will die
I sleep in the bush
That separates the houses
I wake with a push
From random ex-spouses
That pace through the neighborhood
In case there's a way they could try
To break it away
And enter the kingdom
Remember the way
Remember it, darling
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Frontier Ruckus Detroit, Michigan
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