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Five Year Plan
04:08
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The altar where we hold grandma to the flame
The idol’s stony face opens just a trace
The slot machine is paying out our investment at last
Spitting money at us as we dance
Far afield the thought congeals and I want to know
What is the exchange rate on a soul
a great shame but a needful one
I sold my brain to pay the rent
Pawned my skin for grub
Ain’t that just the rub
Why’d we risk getting sick
Just to die from ignorance
So you didn’t have to admit
You made a wrong assessment
I hold the necessary falsehood in my hand
Maniacally laughing drafting up a five year plan
Desperate and sad
I hold the ever present panic in my chest
To wrest a soul from nonexistence likely isn’t best
The kids just won’t exist
Counting all my blessings for being alive
Choking on something like when I arrived
Mom’s still crying
And we’re just never quite done dying
Sisyphus is grinning
I think he’s having fun
I wonder what he’s got planned for when he gets done
He’s been looking forward to looking forward to something
I’ve been looking forward to looking forward to something
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Blueprints
04:00
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Tucking malice deeper into my stomach
You ask me if I’m taking time to find the joy in this
Eyeing my supplies for a slightly darker time
I’m bending reality a hair as I reply
“With bitterness, the taste is acquired with time
And we revel in the drowning as we die”
The stillness would be meditative
If I could follow through
With opening my data bank
And tearing out the truth
They’re sending me a check so I don’t ask them any questions
Pity I can’t touch my face to wipe away the wetness
I know we’re all busy in our little Edens, tiny hells
But the blueprints for the guillotine aren’t drafting up themselves
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Taken too soon from my mushroom cloud of sleep
The bandaid still glued on like a hungry leech
Just imagine the gangrenous stuff beneath
Derelict strip mall getting swallowed up by weeds
Jumped the shark last season
Can’t join em and can’t beat em
Ratings ever dismal
Just you and Chekhov’s pistol
No trumpets through the din
Just waiting for the hit
Haven’t even seen the worst of it
Stick around to see how bad it gets
Rome didn’t collapse just overnight
And living out of spite is still a life
I’m not even mad, I’m laughing
I’m laughing
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Fraught with aphasia
Having not spoken a word
In many months
A pack of dogs
On the street
Looking skinny
Looking mean
All I can do is genuflect
To show respect
And the alpha not understanding the concept
Bristling, shows his teeth to me
Damp with sweat
I can’t afford to lose
Wearing a pale approximation of shoes
“at least it’s not the office blues”
And they stalk off
Hungrily
Not detecting any meat
On my frame
I rejoice
And it’s time to celebrate
As I’m eating
The last MRE from my stash
I reflect on my anointment
As King of the Dogs
Am I baring teeth or smiling
Ain’t this little pack just thriving
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In a stupor, gallows humor
Worse now the rope looks real
The trick question I keep asking
echoing back to me
Can I instill value into
My screams into the void
Somewhere a militia that is formed up of my molecules
Aligns in flawless formation to flip me the bird
Is my meaning wrested from my reports to management?
And if a sound is unheard is it even worth a shit?
Who am I to assume that there’s even a guarantee
That when I smith my silver sword, its target will be clear to me
Rest assured I’ll point that thing at what it’s meant to cleave
If you need me
I’ll be steeping in my feelings
Peaceful, numb in my twilight years
A wistful rictus fixed upon my visage
If you need me
I’ll be seeking something solid
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Picking at the scab
Revolting what you had
A little less than God
A little more than dad
Up here where the serfs can’t see
Children are their currency
They’re burning down the library
They built an ark but it’s not for me
He’ll never let you shake his hand
Because you’d know he's just a man
And when you look the other way
His smile fades so fast
Up here in the platinum suite
Secrets keep you less than free
they’re job creators, they’re the GDP
They built an ark but it’s not for me
You want to ask him, “where’d the money go?”
But even the Pentagon doesn’t know
Wonder when they’re taking off
It surely cannot come soon enough
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Temperaments
04:05
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Bile black like what’s before your birth
The miasma of an unknown earth
gracelessly I swirled
Bile yellow like a goldfish is
plastic bag tied up with a twist
unceremonious
Nose running in his ripe old age
Are there symptoms he don’t wave away
Forget he said a thing
strange melancholia
can’t imagine what it was
A lot of pressure building up
Or just amassing too much blood
Temperaments are imbalanced
Warning whistle at the vents
We’re just so tender me and you
Day after birthday sad balloons
A baby breathes and we’re across the room
The needle gets you and you’re through
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Humorism
05:43
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I’m choking on my disbelief
I’m burning in my lack of faith
I’m feeling ill, I’m something’s host
but not the sin you diagnosed
my fever breaks a sneaker wave
and back again to inundate
when she came to vaccinate
I slapped the demon’s hand away
Leeches on and humors out
Leeches on and humors out
An acolyte’s commitment
to holding onto doubt
you couldn’t talk me down
from my feral holy mount
Leeches on and humors out
I’m dying from a clickbait link
Im sick from overthinking things
I’m screaming at a kindly soul
The burden clearly took its toll
I’m choking on my disbelief
I’m burning in my lack of faith
I’m feeling ill I’m something’s host
but not the sin you diagnosed
Leeches on and humors out
The bedside manner fades
Putting on another face
The stoicism now affixed
Like Charon coming down the Styx
Leeches on and humors out
What the fuck have you done to me
Pneumoniac with the new TB
I see it’s all conspiracy
I know what’s pumping through the IV
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No Matter
03:56
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In my early retirement
Soothsaying with a toothsome grin
Tattered sign in the howling wind
It is liberating to say it
Social contract was a crock of shit
Ego death is pending now
Not much more to brood about
Next summer smoked farther out
But how far till we cannot taste it
How much till we cannot take it
Austere or ostentatious
Guess it doesn’t matter too much
You’re gonna live your comfort anyway
Throw your broken cell phones in the sea
Kick the forest spirit in the teeth
If all we have are runes
And incantations for the moon
If all we have are songs
Overwrought, ungodly long
No matter no matter
Nihilism is a silly game
I want to stick around to see it break
Laughing with my friends around the flames
Something germinating in the dirt
Waiting for the day it can emerge
Gotta fertilize it with the flesh of kings first
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8. |
More Weight
03:20
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It’s not like setting a fractured bone
It’s not like fixing a broken home
It’s mercy caving in its head
And leaving the country dead
Maybe we’ll try this again
When you’re not so belligerent
It’s just not worth the extra effort
When your senator doesn’t read his letters
It’s just not worth the bandwidth
Throwing another fit
We’ll give it another go
When your hand’s not on my throat
Take it back to square one
Rebooting an earlier run
harm reduction from inside an iron maiden
slowly closing and of course the light is fading
ease the burden from inside a bronze bull
lemonade just ain’t enough to cool it off
Just can’t help but accelerate
Like Giles Corey yelling out “more weight”
Just can’t help but celebrate
Like Giles Corey yelling out “more weight”
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Mouthbreather Portland, Oregon
Math rock, post-hardcore, and experimental folk walk into a bar. The sound person only provides them with 4 drink tickets,
because they are a two-piece band called Mouthbreather.
Dynamic song structures and time signatures with no shortage of distinct melody and thoughtful lyricism. Something for everybody! Except maybe your aunt who might say “I don’t get why he has to do all that yelling.”
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