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Love Reverberation
03:22
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Your coolest friends
Can’t touch when you’re down too far
Their wildest lens
Can’t see your head crowded with stars
Our lips are sealed
With unforced love inside the noise
It’s been revealed
As the distant sound of mortal joys
It’s love reverberation, baby
Your past
Is nothing but your future understood
It’s hard to last
Without crushing everything that’s good
In ruin nation
They’re all in flames waiting for their turn
But our vibration
Is to get out of here before we burn
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Arriving, consider the poor as worthy
They are lovelier as innocents in a dirty throng
Shine, and think of your care and worry
It blooms out new and scents the people who don’t belong
If you’re mostly good then you will see that it’s fine
Someday this war will be over
Cast our parents in celluloid and bronze our sons
At dawn, I’ll give you a three-leaf clover
For lucky dreams as beautiful and pollination
If you’re mostly good you will see that it’s fine.
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4. |
Cerebrotonic
05:21
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The only thing I shone
Loved my heart away
In the Pelagian night
They will make you stay
Inside the cardioid
It is burnt and thin
But if you're feeling wide
Come on in
The helpless hours
Loitering alone
The mass and majesty
Are looking home
I warm your welcome
Like a Terrapin
But if you're feeling wide
Come on in
Cerebrotonic
They are light-emitting
Unendowed with joy
Susceptible, sprawling
When talk disfigures everything
Pouring sun
into the dead mouth of a suffering night
If you're feeling wide
Come on in
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5. |
Marigold
04:17
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The zero sun gives light
To nothing sky at night
The golden legs of dawn will
Stretch to haze
You wake to morning’s bell
When in your dream you fell
And broke your sleep forever
Into days
Pretty hieroglyphs
Black piano fifths
Your smile closed and drawn
Looks like something spoken
That is gone
The unembroidered eye
Cannot touch the sky
But you are growing taller
Marigold
Azalea suicide
Closed then open wide
They bleed red purple rain
In tiny moments down the drain
There’s no lighthouse, it seems
Inside my shuttered dreams
But you are burning brighter
Marigold
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She listened to Noh plays, round midnight and mummenschanz
In the gold and umber days of the Harlem renaissance
Blowing loud through summer heat
Gracefully perched out in the street
Happy/Ordinary
Mother Mary Africa shines her light on every birth
While Toussaint L'Ouverture drags the half note back to earth
Uptown the smile lasts
Where no one looks at decades past
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I Found Out
03:48
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Halcyon and pretty
Unwound down at your hips
Chastity falls broken
And emerges as you lips
I found out
It's really nothing new
I guess you went no place special
With no one I might know
Who liked the way your hair looked when
The breeze began to blow
I am getting closer
And soon I'll disappear
Pressed to a rain-streaked window
Before the green of everywhere
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Evanston
03:35
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Heavy Thing
05:39
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I see you’re a heavy thing, beating all the drums
Your hips are vandalizing and your mouth is closing dumb
The steadfast rows of architecture seek to violate our minds.
But you are still my nothing baby, invisibly fine
Do you want hide it?
Or bring it over here.
Time is going nowhere, erasing over and above
I merged with you and wild’d a palindrome of love
Death will take us casually, a threnody will sound
And I will fade to blue within you, perfectly round.
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All My Stars
03:55
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The feverish try
The blue golden eye
Spread crickets at night
Returning to earth
Spoiled by birth
Dreaming of light
Bent into halos wanting nothing
Except the frame the jewel of your face
But all my stars
All my stars will soon be gone
The wind through the door
The old parquet floor
The sound of your feet
In the dream it was shone
The marrow of bone
The whiteness of heat
My hands were breaking you goodbye
In words innumerable and dry
But all my stars
All my stars will soon be gone
Your body was bared
Strange flowers shared
Blooming in vain
The blue red and grey
I wanted to say
Had fit you like rain
And I will pray for color in the season
And swallow whiskey-ed words from friends
But all my stars
All my stars will soon be gone
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We will find that we were blessed
With ordinary happiness
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12. |
Mount Moriah
01:03
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Aquarium Blue
02:33
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14. |
Three Tragedies
03:49
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In the Human Swarm
01:31
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2/4/6 Radios
02:34
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Oneirology
10:26
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Gwendolyn Betrayed
04:07
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No one looks as poor
As Gwendolyn betrayed
Her legs are open like a book
Her bed is still unmade
And I run with money shamefully
So our love won't fade
No one looks as beautiful
As Gwendolyn betrayed
The scented bodies shake themselves
Loose of cosmic dust
Centered in anxiety
And half-consumed with lust
There are some debts you owe
That never can be paid
No one turns the world around
Like Gwendolyn betrayed
The shape of you is long and tall
It laughs on summer lawns
You are the beautiful half
Of something gone
So caressing, brilliant now
It cannot help but fade
But no one loves you half as much
As Gwendolyn betrayed
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Night World Records Washington, D.C.
Night World is a small independent record label based in Washington DC that's been recording and putting out records by local talent since 2000.
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