1. |
I Do the Math
05:34
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Plant peonies in a bed so sleepy
A loamy home for efts
Writes its own roman à clef
Growing longer in the tooth
Sardines and sweet vermouth
I do the math yet time subtracts
Crush the mush into a salve
Apply the camphor to a door
Pull the string on sister's dolly
She says such wonderful things
Tight-lipped and gap-teethed
Stung by the May bee
At the eleventh hour, a shower (rush hour)
For this fully grown baby
Cold feet and warm regrets
Tie 'em off with a tourniquet
I do the math, but I won't touch that
Crush the mush into a salve
Apply the camphor to a door
Pull the string on sister's dolly
She says such wonderful things
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2. |
Fuck, Murray, Abraham
02:44
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Wrenched out of a good time
Sloped side of the neighborhood, preteen up to nothing but good
High noon in this high clime
Forecast called for wintry mix, a wonder they didn't get ticks
Dmitri wished his house sweet house could be a home
The petri dish let ring the phone
Spines at the jetty, they'll be the angstiest ones here
It's called confetti, they'll be the angstiest ones here
Shouted "drop and gimme" and scuttled like a lobster does
Went red as one in the face because the moon hung
Playing Fuck, Murray, Abraham
Never giving nothing but a damn
Eyes only twitch to transmit code
Forsooth and it's so
Spines at the jetty, they'll be the angstiest ones here
It's called confetti, they'll be the angstiest ones here
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3. |
A Blessing and a Curtsy
03:41
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Old Scratch and his friends behind you
They lowered the moat home
Salmon splashed in the whitecaps
Still rankled by the notion
Seasick from the ocean
Your upturned hat a makeshift barf bag
Back on terra firma
Kissing that cobblestone as if it never withstood shoes
The parochial girls award thee
A blessing and a curtsy
Gestures wage war from the middle age
Unpitiful, the moonlight
Breaks the midnight sky
Before crying, the town crier
Needs to ask you why
Relief that can't be etched out
So through gritted teeth
You see, I have these dreams
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4. |
Megawatt Smile
04:31
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I'm you
I'm you but old
Riddled with aches, these bones
But when we link arms, you know
At least I think you do, I hope
Never cared about sacrament
Never gave up a fuck for Lent
Yet in the guilty corner
I'm saying penance
You're only as pretty as our serendipity
That's to say, you're so pretty
The thesis of my self-pity
You don't need that throw pillow
But we don't need Ben Braddock at the window
Every Wednesday night you give that megawatt smile and
I'm burnt toast
Lah-dum-oo-oo-oo-oooh
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5. |
Girl Flicking Flies
04:35
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It's slow, but it's mine
If you have the time
Rearrange the furniture in your mind
Like terrapin, like turpentine
Like grapes on the vine
These wee pleas are in season
Hear me out, then you can flick at your flies
All I really wanna be is inside of your love
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6. |
Aisling Tours
03:15
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So I give Aisling tours now
You'll be surprised at how
Each sidewalk bears a step back
Each restaurant, a scene
Plagued by a nimbus cloud
We'll make our way
Through the windy straits of grief
In this sweltering May rain
May rain hits me
My eyes, misty
The history of
An island nation
You're going on an Aisling tour now
Whether you like it or not
All your unwilling docent has to do is walk
May rain hits me
My eyes, misty
The history of
An island nation
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7. |
Marco Economics
02:10
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These thoughts are liminal at best
Asleep or awake, close to the chest
Avoided fines, no crimes
But I did time for you
The book jacket collects dust
It's accounted by the abacus
Grain of sand added to the pile
Hope it's worth our while
Pretty please, spare me the details, they're devastating
Take my keys, you see I'm intoxicated, wanna be tired of waiting
And this is where I jump ship
She blew a kiss and it felt like a fist
Making molehills out of anthills
Young and the restless at standstill
Nothing more than a nice thought
Giving myself head-rot
Pretty please, spare me the details, they're devastating
Take my keys, you see I'm intoxicated, wanna be tired of waiting
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8. |
Macro Polo
04:32
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I surmise like a jealous friend
Uh oh
Mainstream, indie
When you're with me
Our radio's fly
Desert island discs, etc.
How'd the night go by?
You perceive the best in me
Uh oh
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9. |
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Sigh, recall a lazy day
Trotted out piecemeal, my gut hungry
October, all the way gray
Just to give these meanings meanings
Playing arbiter to art in good conscience
Still, you're calcium in the limestone
Flipping through Chippendale
Twelve months of easy wanting
Through and through, hours prevail
Concentrated in bowtie junctions
It's not a final draft but it's a start
Can you pick apart sediment in the limestone?
Epic cure, the lake infected
Dredged clean, algae's something
Dirty, so you want to act dirtily
Then anonymous compunction
Playing arbiter to art in good conscience
Still, you're calcium in the limestone
It's no final draft but it's a start
Can you pick apart sediment in the limestone?
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10. |
Conversation Eve
10:05
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My dreams are in timeout
Normally ugly, but last night
They had me kissing you on the mouth
And that's unfounded
So now they're grounded
I know you're spoken for
But when it's time for you to do the speaking
Don't you think you deserve more?
To never feel bad, even if you do snore?
In dream, but then what's real
I long to feel
The affection you show
I ache to know
And it's this moment in time
Losing my grip and every ounce of my cool
But just so it's on your mind
You make me feel like I'm back in high school
And though I hated it there
Underslept and unapplied
There's nothing quite like breathing the air
In the company of someone so lovely
In dream, but then what's real
I long to feel
The affection you show
I ache to know
So teach me all of your tricks, please
All of your fables, notes from the Playbill
The ones that make me feel at ease
Rocking a nightgown, Victorian ghost with the most
The ones that give me the weak knees
And I won't smartmouth, I won't make a peep
'Cause when it comes to character
Yours is of the highest stock, and I'm cheap cheap cheap
In dream, but then what's real
I long to feel
The affection you show
I ache to know
And it's this moment in time
Close in a huddle, you make a puddle of me
The fan's working overtime
Don't need a blanket, you're giving the third degree
And as our eyes adjust
I see you smiling and I remember
It's never once been lust
So hold my hand
I'm only thirsty for your trust
In dream, but then what's real
I long to feel
The affection you show
I ache to know
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11. |
Megawatt Smile Reprise
03:01
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Lah-dum-oo-oo-oo-oooh
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