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Notched, wounded, I’m a chasm
I forgot.
I’m carved up carved up
In Raymond Carver’s “The Student’s Wife”,
truly need a strife
to slow me down
Both, courtship and being in love,
I’m fucked, my body bleeds
singing my requiem.
I loused up my knick-knack last night
Blood test to check electrolytes
I’m made of flour and foam
Got into my stride
Just give me one more minute
Got the drop on myself
If suffering’s lustful
plug’n sway
(It has been overexposed)
and buffering’s baneful
(It has been overexposed)
then take some rest
I loused up my knick-knack last night
Blood test to check electrolytes
I’m made of flour and foam
Got into my stride
Just give me one more minute
Got the drop on myself
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LOVE
03:26
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LOVE
Whispers, smooth and opaline,
and plucks and drips out of “Thirteen”
and spins the record
look at the screen we’re naked
and if you plead for something more
you’re watching the stars above
it has something to do with love
it has something to do with love
Love,
something to do with love
be my fire-escape, be my door
something to do with love
be my rooftop, be my floor
something to do with love.
53 through 54
tarnish proceeds door to door
So love me, tender
words on the street
for I’m a magnet now
look at the screen we’re naked
and if you plead for something more
we’re watching the stars above
it has something to do with love
it has something to do with love
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3. |
SAD SONGS
03:47
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SAD SONGS
There’s too much sadness in the world
- the nurse says -
enough of sorrow
so we don’t have the luxury
- hear the chimes -
to listen to sad songs
Give me a sad song and the minimum wage and please,
bring me offstage,
a C# minor and that abused
megaphone filter on the voice
We have sailed the Seine, boy
River Man, Sea Song. I
get seasick, but
but never mind
The nurse troubles, the A.B.G. test;
nurse troubles
and she can’t even find the vein
look at me
it doesn’t matter if you please
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HEART OR SOUL (or
M808)
I’ve got the milk but no ham and no cheese,
you had the truth and a poor heart to please
best before end of today or to place in the freezer
but I’ve still got my soul and a whole life to tease.
I’ve got two pounds of my pride and a huge can of peas
could I have another carrier bag, please?
you’ve still got my heart safely kept in the freezer
but I’ve still got my soul and a whole life to tease.
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SUNGLASSES
03:51
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SUNGLASSES
Lying down on the backseat of this car
I’m trying to figure the profile of the scar
I locked into a cigar box
my fears, my dreams, my thoughts
Hell if it wasn't chock-a-block!
Do what you want - Don’t follow me
I’m going off on a spree
Do what you want - Don’t follow me
Don’t follow me
I sleep in the bottom of a row-boat
adrift among the lines of this tiny song
struggling I lost control, please gimme the mote
or set me free
“I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel like I can't be wrong
In bed with my sunglasses on”…….
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GAME, SET, MATCH
04:16
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GAME, SET, MATCH.
Look,
this “détriment des caresses”
still echoes in my head;
a book I bought after my friend
in a dusty stall on the boardwalk
Look,
why making a new record,
it’s such a sunny day;
and yet you care so much,
feel like you lose your game,
set,
match.
Game, set, match.
Look,
it’s embroidered on a scarf,
electrocardiograph
of 1987
and Robyn Hitchcock’s “Heaven”
or Psychedelic Furs?
And I shined like a star
it’s oh so far ago
“I think you lost your magic touch”,
I’m losing game,
set,
match.
Game, set, match.
Game, set, match.
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CHRISTMAS IN SUMMER
The fireman hoots at the wooden form reclined.
The summer’s snoozing. The snow sticks to the ground.
Mum on the phone whispers angry sighs of hate, the Pitchfork faithful, the lightning sketches
The long cold summer. The frozen feet. The Wire slumped on the couch.
Tomorrow we’ll finish - no serious.
I’m serious. What you do, what I’ve got.
I have been running a temperature.
I was curious about me.
Cold wind on the shore. This Santa Claus plods along
I also penned this mighty foreboded poem
each lyric an omen
So slow down, please. This wood burns quickly. He seems so tired
Cold, dark, deep and absurdly accurate.
Keep raining,
…left behind us
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9. |
DETUNE
01:48
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DETUNE
Home,
when it’s bad.
Here,
with a self created fuss...
need to see you, thus.
And the biblical merged blacklist, or something else,
roomed in spaces white and cold
but painted in the mold.
You’re not into this, still dwell on the pros and cons...;
gee! what a passion play...
You might indulge this merry croon
I’m just seeing around
there was a treecat
black stumbling rune.
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10. |
BROOKLYN BRIDGE
01:42
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BROOKLYN BRIDGE
From Brooklyn, the Brooklyn bridge on this fine morning
spill jangling, sugarplums
Shall we regret the time we spent
in beds and reds and socks and slurs merged hearts are here
already heard?
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BRITISH IMMIGRATION FROM PAKISTAN
That girl has 500 books on the bookshelf
in the flat she shares with her boyfriend;
And three times more on the reader I bought her
her father says...; proudly?
He’s in the bed next to mine
a serious injury to his spine
My foot exploded - he says and grunts
already changed three roommates since
While I’m pretending to be discreet,
she’s kissing dad, tuckin’in the sheets
I have to study - she says and runs -
British immigration from Pakistan
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VIREN
03:22
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VIREN
He placed the phone and then he left her
literally lifeless
sitting on the unmade bed
dazed and sad.
She thought to that love song on the radio
they liked to listen to
miles ahead, days ago,
indulged in memories
of when they went to a festival,
having oh so much fun,
so much to stage every morning.
And that old picture in his mother’s house
smiling from the sideboard
yellowed on the edges
Stay awake, speak to me,
any word so hardly
or gently said,
tell me that my love was not in vain
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13. |
YETI
03:56
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YETI
Type Turbocharged petrol engine,
in love,
liquid cool cooling system,
direct injection, DOHC,
transverse in front
Cylinders 4
Cubic capacity -
Fuel Petrol
Bore - mm 71
Stroke - mm 75.6
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VICTOR
03:44
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VICTOR
I miss my grandpa,
My dad is gone,
I miss my house,
I miss my youth
I wear my uniform,
it’s fair pale blue
gloves, glasses
it’s fair pale blue
And I’ll be safe
even if it seems bad,
I miss my sister,
I miss my dad
So, ask me daddy,
There is stuff to store?
Lots of anger, sadness
not at all.
Later, maybe,
now I’m ready to fall
Leave my hand
I still have to learn to crawl
I serve my youth everybody,
yes but still I’m scared
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M56
03:03
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M56
You watch the sky,
just standing
sick of the skies
sick of everything
We’ve got an issue
outstanding
no words , but it’s growing up
it’s erupting
but it’s all in my mind,
overcrowded
or whatever it is
Maybe, maybe, maybe we can do much more
if you’ll be the fern then I will be the spore
baby, baby, I wish I was headstrong and you
my lifelong girlfriend
Maybe, maybe, maybe you should understand
that I am the pencil steady in your hand
and the book you wrote is on my nightstand
unread
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16. |
VARSE - b
02:38
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VARSE b
And the ship drips dead
and the flood instead
drags herself away
but the flares are true.
And two things lay there
where she cloudy stood
and her mood gets
fatally bored and blue
A nagging whistle calling in the storm
curdling her blood, a laughingstock,
above the flood above the torrid words
And since the future will attend on us,
you've been, dear friend, pragmatical
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ON HER PAD
02:45
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ON HER PAD
They were talking him and her
this wednesday morning
and Françoise Hardy were singing as they spoke,
not to mention all the memories evoked and all the stuff they were stunned by;
and the sea-god’s changing his shape.
She pretends to pay attention, because he’s her dad,
but her mood soon turns from bored to death to bad;
and the song to play at his funeral, when he’s dead, is the last straw.
She has had enough;
she says ok, I’ll notice on my pad.
If they’re coming from Sweden…
but they’re definitely not.
If they’re coming from Scotland…
but they’re stuck in this melodramatic country,
so let’s sing along
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TOTAL FOOTBALL
03:13
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TOTAL FOOTBALL
I used to think:
“with Rinus Michels by my side...
- I used to think -
we’ll give the sun a knowing wink”
I used to think:
“we’ll light the gloaming before we sink”
Free, unique and collective, never seen before...
Forget the “Method”, the “4-2-4”, the “WM”...;
we showed the world the beauty and our swing.
‘Cause we were watching the sun,
watching the sun,
rapture and swoon...;
you may regret we finished oh so soon...
But this tarnished 70ʼs reverb
charms and beguiles even you
and it makes me proud and I love you,
when you ask me:
“play me total football”
It goes like this: the fourteen leads, the fullbacks rise,
the forwards come back,
the keeper will weep for his pain
We were watching the sun,
watching the sun,
rapture and swoon...;
you may regret we finished oh so soon...
But this tarnished 70ʼs reverb
charms and beguiles even you
and it makes me proud and I love you,
when you ask me
“play me total football”
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19. |
CANC (or M6C)
03:53
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CANC
I’m sick and I’m stoned
like after sex on the phone
I’m watching the days go by
but I’m still alive
I’m in amber
When you were a kid
and I was a teenager
you were missing the point
you were so much in love
pretending I was sincere
Pretending I was so honest,
pretending I was so kind,
what you were missing
has gone forever anymore
I’ve seen through these pictures
I’ve been through these pictures
so blurry, so dig deep and strive
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20. |
AND YOU AND I
02:34
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AND YOU AND I
When it’s time to cut your hair
and the time is now,
and the bags under your eyes
and your joints… they beg for peace
but they’re silent now
and you’re listening that old tune,
“And You And I”
Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time
But it was so long ago, I forgot so many things… close that door of time
But look at this
this song, these words
They’re real, they’re back
from then
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