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Boxcutter
05:23
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This is the wind
Rolling a cardboard box
The man within
Braces himself on all sides
Living within a wheel, not meant to be a wheel
There is a knock
That comes upon the box
A hole deep as it is wide
This is how the man answers it
With a boxcutter
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Got a girl named Sue
She knows just what to do
Got a girl named Daisy
She almost drove me crazy
A wop bop a loo bop a lop bom bom
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When a Sinner Comes
05:10
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When a sinner comes
As a sinner may
There is joy
When he turns to God
The gospel way
There is is joy
There's a hole inside my name
I am history
When a sinner comes
To the river wide
There is joy
When he comes to dwell
On the other side
There is joy
There's a hole inside my name
I am history
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4. |
My Atoll Empire
04:12
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Three tall masts
Flying foreign colors
Floating in the bay
In my atoll empire
The stillborn deliveries
What holds the frogs to trees
Fountains of devotion
The souring of water
In my atoll empire
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5. |
Little Animals
07:13
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April fools
No...where we going, really?
Stick my head out in the fog
Just like a dog
Wind is blowing through my tears
Little animals in my ears
No...where we going, really?
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Fifth of July
02:43
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Coming down the open orad
I met up with a man
Crooked as my walking stick was his soul
I shook his hand
Traveler all the lights are out
I’ve just the thing to show the way
He lit an arsenal of fireworks up
Pointed away from the sky
It’s the fifth of July
It’s the fifth of July
The day we burned the wilderness back
Blue as my baby’s song was the sky
The ground was black
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7. |
Eclogue
03:26
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Shadows long and shadows deep
The evening meadow is filled with sheep
The sun is low upon the dale
The dogs are barking at it from hell
And on the hill the wolves emerge
New born moonlight on their furs
Moving down the slope towards the flock
Shepard dogs are charging at their throats
And I miss you
And I wish you were home
And I think about you
Out there on your own
The Shepard’s chin is on his chest
He dreams of howls and trumpets
When he awakes the snow and blood
The wolves are gone the flock is dead
Walking down the open road
I met up with a man
Crooked as my walking stick was his soul
I shook his hand
Bodies tumbled into bodies
Towers tumbled for the camera
Glaciers tumbled into prairies
And the prairies fell in magma
And I miss you
And I wish you were home
And I think about you
Out there on your own
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8. |
Q3, Heading into Q4
02:35
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The upholstery
Of the convertible
It’s all covered with ivy now
Good luck trying to turn the wheel
But we can sit there
and talk about the places we’ve been
I just gotta dance
When I hear that beat
The elevator doors opened
Windows of the World
But before you go
Let me show you one laat shot
That’s me
That’s me
That was me
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Menchaca Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Menchaca is a Pittsburgh-based artist, composer and writer.
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