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Sentimental Education
04:43
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I have echoes in my skin
Of Flaubert and Berryman
Whispering their pleasantries
Of ghostly counsel and dark whimsy
Where life’s what ifs stay with me
This is a sentimental education between you and me
It’s not going to open any doors to a soul
Where there is just a hole
I have echoes under my skin
From the cruel din of Where or When
To the folly of original sin
Where life’s what ifs stay with me
This is a sentimental education between you and me
It’s not going to open any doors to my soul
Where there is just a hole
I have echoes under my skin
Sleepless nights from what could’ve been
A life by number, isn’t living
I have echoes in my skin
Humming Jim’s Letters to Yesenin
Chanting the void’s circadian jokes
If joy ever comes let it feel like hope
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The Postcard Sea
05:13
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Born at mid-day, the last of my kin
A fragile son, already a has-been
Never a life so routine as mine
Perhaps I am the last of my kind
Slapped by the wind’s desolate touch
I was and wasn’t moved all that much
‘96 was the last year on earth
The archivist’s clever rebirth
I reset the world back to one
Set out West with cheek in tongue
Always a stranger always set apart
I held the cosmos in my beating heart
I would not play to the gallery scene
So I wrote my story on the postcard sea
If and when I find all that was lost
I’ll put ‘once upon a time’ back in her box
For life is but a moment preset to end
With my feet up and back upon a bed
All the papers and secrets left behind to rot
Will leave the rest of you to figure out what you got
We’re all left alone on our final slab
Until then, I’m gonna put my tap shoes on like ol’ Ahab
Everyday is a whale hunt with stone in hand
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Underground
03:31
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I wrote you this note for real
Hi, do you like me? Yes or No
A strangely baroque reveal
Writing your name in brand-new snow
The kids at the mall are ghouls
Haunting a place I used to know
But I was never that cool
When Jennifer laughed, I laughed, she laughed
The closer you get to me
(Don't think, don't ask, drive faster)
The more that you do not see
I'm underground
Tell me, is life worth living underground?
Tell me is life worth living?
The closer you get to me, I'm sorry
There's something about this age
Too much history and pointless rage
You think you have so much time
Over the years you bury those close
I wonder where they are now
In dreams they feel so alive
I wish I could see you somehow
The phone in my hand collapse, collapse
The closer you get to me
(Don't think, don't ask, drive faster)
The more that you do not see
I'm underground
Tell me, is life worth living underground?
Tell me is life worth living
The closer you get to me, I'm sorry
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There is a painting on my wall
Inside it I tried to say it all
To you I loved and never told
Yours is a hand I’ll never hold
I sang to you under the moon
Doubtless too much and too soon
After tonight the world remains
After the world has emptied its veins
There is a clock upon the wall
Time stands still when you call
I wrote a letter I hope you’ll read
The gist was “do not forget me”
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Casual Acts
04:08
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Baby, these are the facts
We’re barely making it
I’m so sick of all the pricks
And their righteous kicks
Gotta fake it, to make it
In this slack jaw world
Now we get our fill from a pill
Or get our color wheel aligned
But not yours, not mine, our facts are casual acts
Baby, these are the facts
We’re stuck with the hacks
I’m so ill from all the sleaze
So kid no thank you please
Gotta fake it, to make it
From a vulgar hand
Now we get our life from a shot
Or get our color wheel aligned
But not yours, not mine, our facts are casual acts
Are we at the end of the dock?
Have we stepped upon the precipice?
The headline every morning reads: Death, Taxes and Melancholy
“What cannot be cured must be endured”
Is that all there is? A first line, a last line? Something in between?
Now we get our fill from a pill
Or get our color wheel aligned
But not yours, not mine, our facts are casual acts
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Moonbeams Over East Hall
05:44
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Rapt by the cagey moon that night
You and I took in the wistful light
On the hill where East Hall stood
I brushed along your womanhood
We riffed on Proust and Frankie O.
Bananafish and Vertigo
Clammy hands and open nerves
You drew me close to your curves
We looked down upon Walwood
I wondered if you understood
You adored My Life as a Dog
Wong Kar-Wai and The Dekalog
Once upon a time in ol’ Kalamazoo
I stood alone in my room with a view
I drank a lot and sang a Vine song or two
Now there’s nothing left of me and you
Do you ever think back, do you ever recall
Oh, oh, those moments lost to time at East Hall
Na na na na…
You leaned into me in your sober way
And said, “hold me forever and a day”
All I brought to my trite reply
Was wild mirth in ample supply
There’s something about this place
The fixed and gentle pace
There’s something about this place
Its provincial nice on the face
Its sins are bared in subtle ways
Its rainbow lies made out of grays
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Welcome to my first love song, and it’s all for you
You make my life so much better, oh girl you do
You’re a kid of the seventies, wistfully I am too
You bare a class of darkness, the same that I do
C’mon and be my better half, one side of our photograph
You’re the one I want
I wrote a haiku and put the Book of Job inside it for you
‘I want to know love’ you say, before the two of us slip away
I want to take your broken heart away from you
And stick a Hal Blaine beat inside of all that blue
The joke is in the writing that I’ll die in soft lighting
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Film Studies
03:38
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It was just a dream in the hallways of my head
Firework in hand, a clock above the bed
Left behind on the cutting room floor
Two black birds drift above the shore
Every door shut, every scene the last
Once the credits roll, the die is cast
Two dancers kiss when December dies
Difficult lovers swim between thighs
In this world if I could find the word
A perfect tune like that of a bird
The feeling behind it would be gone
Leaving instead the loss in a song
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New Romantics
05:02
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What’s the first question I asked
Of her when we blindly met
“What rhymes with death?”
Her green eyes took my breath
She took my hand in her hand
At first blush, mouth in sand
She said, “you had me at death”
I’ve never been so out of my depth
You adore Solange, I fancy Truffaut
I’m keen on The Last Picture Show
You dig Afro Punk and Charlie Brown
Lorna Simpson (Billy Childish) and Boogie Down
Those foxy eyes of gleaming jade
Be my baby, Be My Little Baby gotta be our soundtrack
“Once you go black” you never come back
You opened the door and I walked through to get to you
We are so lonesome in our own ways, I know it’s true
You opened the door and I walked through to get to you
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Am I the Wrong Man?
05:04
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I showed up to your place
With hope nearly erased
The least ribald man
To stage a last stand
Not even sure I know what to ask for
You put your foot down between the door
You said, “I’m shaving an elephant”
Hardly a code, I knew what you meant
“A penny for your thoughts my dear”
The door shut quick making it oh so clear
I put my weary grin back in my pocket
Before you judge, give it a try, don’t knock it
The wires in my skin are touch and go
Every dazed feeling so beat and hollow
Under a cloud and lost at sea
The shamans finally dug the mamby pamby out of me
When love cuts rough and you’ve had enough, enough is enough
I am sorry, oh so sorry for
Choosing the self-help, becoming a bore
These are the hang-ups that lead me to think I am
The wrong man for you
If so baby, what can I do?
The ease of my new delight that you’ll never hear
Is the thorny side of another year
But when I checked all the math
Which bared all the facts
I knew I was the least difficult man for you
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In the Hour So Small
03:49
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Down in the mouth of never
In the valley where he would crawl
He could see some sky, but not it all
Gone to the dogs of soldier want
Of wild nights when they call
His baritone in the hour so small
He said what we felt, he said it all
He wrote letters to a million nobodies
To the bruised and ill at ease
Down in the hole of forever
In the room with all of the snow
A poet’s pen now and then gets lost
And tangled in the arms of the reeds
Homesick wordsmith needs help
I wish for the calm that he couldn’t find
All that never will be, will still be
For the living
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Julie at the Bar
04:40
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It’s always there in the never light
Of the ever dark, its time
And its dance toward end
It’s over
I wander in air of whispers
The last of us
Through futures of illusions
Riding onto the waves
Out of silence
Maybe a word
Maybe the first
Or maybe the last
It’s over
I’ve been chasing someone (something) that I don’t understand
It’s over
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Broken Hearts Are Blue Detroit, Michigan
Broken Hearts Are Blue formed in the final days of 1995, its members having been part of various Michigan-based groups including Vine, Current and Ordination of Aaron. Recorded in the summer of 1996, their album The Truth about Love was released in March of 1997 on Caulfield Records. The album was re-mixed and released digitally in 2017 and on vinyl in 2018 by Repeater Records. ... more
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