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Be Right There
03:52
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Felt good enough so we got old
To find a better way to be alone
Marked sites that worked the best with garlands
And some fitted nets from obits stuck together
With the dregs of the wet food cans
One more funeral, that we can nest in
Time of year the tomato plants are wilting
And you get ready to join the family plot
You swear on a lifeless ficus that by the next venus transition
You’ll be made whole and there won’t be no outstanding balance
Just please don’t die, at least not while i’m still alive
I can hardly recognize another face
End of a life, hard won, draws the shutters on the sun
But wait for me, i’ll be right there
Wait for me before you go and die
Please don’t die, least not while i’m still alive
So much loss i’m desensitized now but not to yours
It’s been that way too long, 50 years and still going strong
Why would you leave me alone? Wait for me
I’ll be right there
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Night Lighting
04:13
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Night lighting, on the emergency pull off area
Do you think that we should thank god
Or is it still scared of you
Well all I know is that an appendectomy
Wouldn’t do much to keep you close to me
Is there a surgery, that would hold you still
I know I cannot skip to my losing
Another step before I sputter out
Tuck you in for the fourth time
While the paddles shock you back
Cuz it’s a sin and the worst kind
To go behind the back of a friend
From way back when
The only difference is the wait
The only difference is the amount of blood
Or the fact that there’s a pulse
The only difference: they’ll pay attention
For a month now, or maybe two
Before they just cycle back to their own shit
You’re sitting in the road while the jaws of life
Slide through your car like a butterknife
Did you hear a siren or an ice cream truck
Still you escape from the cops
And the river bottom
Using magic, like you do
Night lighting keeping you awake
For us
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Nothing You Do (Happens)
05:09
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You roll your round bones on up
An inclined lane, then hold your breath
they glance off the 100 hole, and you feel one turn
Closer to your death
Three quarters left inside your chicken little heart
And the sky is just stalling
Your hands are pulling at the slinky now
Just to separate red rung from rung
Collapse a ladder to climb up
Just to make it fast, just to make it done
Two quarters slipped in the hand of that cold slot machine
Living like an empty threat
‘Cuz nothing that you do happens
You spent your lifelines calling on like minds
Without the answers and now they’ve all come back
To break your bank
You spent your right mind shrugging like you don’t mind
And every year the chip accumulates into a big ass mantle plume
Built from your own
Calderas that open wide once the magma dies and evaporates
And then you’re fucked
Say a prayer for your state park
Penny for your invocation ‘till you’re
Nickel and dimed, trickled inside the slot so easy
It won’t ever be fine, so spit up a puss-mouthed dachshund now
It’ll just wander out, it’s not that hard
There aren’t that many places that it could have gone
Living like an empty threat, cuz nothing that you do happens to anyone
I’m living like an empty threat, cuz nothing that I do happens to you
Or anyone for their entertainment, or any reason
Not a one
How can you be sure you’re trying
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Option Vampire
03:26
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Living off the slack of a pendulous rope that isn’t wound around
Or even tethered to some anchoring point
Gotta hand it to em they could fool you if their sweaty hands
Weren’t so preoccupied by the friction of rope burn O.K.
Everybody gets one, did you get one, roll up your sleeves
Now that’s pretty good
You gotta suck your way up, it’s option vampire
They get an invite to your home to put those two holes
In your throat for want of something that could staunch the thirst
Cuz we’re not sexy teenagers anymore
Feeding off the essence of the living and not just humans
Goats for the chupacabra, they will eat them whole
But if you want to test then there’s a vial with your own initials
Scrawled across it in a language that you’ll never know
Or learn to read, you’ll never speak
I get an invite to your home to put those two holes in your throat
For want of something to staunch the thirst cuz we’re not
Sexy teenagers, just empty husks and we’re losing blood
It’s as if we could only have enough for ourselves
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Fixing the Jokes
03:51
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In the night you write it down to keep it from the day
Research shows that this could help
When palisades give way
But it’s a lonely thing to do
You make a deal with lucifer that he’ll pay for therapy
If you pledge your mortal soul
That’s way I’m fixing all the jokes I made here
Because they’re coming back on me
And I never thought I’d see the disease's etiology
If you’re unhappy with the happy ending
And want tragedy instead
Don’t worry man, someday you’ll be dead
And it hurts as bad as a pat on the back for trying
To be good
Fixing it is a lonely thing to do
And it hurts as bad as a pat on the back for trying
To be good
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