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Burn The Edges
03:58
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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He is burning all the edges
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
He is burning all the edges
And here in the desert children asleep in a fence
The sun has bore on the continent so that the land is the shape of a host
The host is being lifted and the words are being heard
On the tongue the gift is become a blackened turd
Come see how the turd is burned, come and see the truth is twisted
Each lie and fear set out on the frontier in a Conestoga wagon
And in the ring of fire he whispers tales of the savages
He dark surrounds in the air and on the ground
He is burning all the edges
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2. |
Master's Jukebox
05:07
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Bobbing for apples
Turns up surprises
A corner of Berlin Wall
Airplane fuselages
The Star Spangled Banner
The fetuses of your dreams
The kids mowed down in homeroom
At the crossed legs of the master
There’s a singing bowl
Drop your requests in on a piece of paper
Let’s rock 'n roll
Moments enter history
Via radioactivity
Life takes a spin there’s a chemcial hook in the wind
It enters your DNA
As the face filled the screen
There were no other worlds to be seen
And when the body began to dance
This thought broke my trance
At the crossed legs of the master
There’s a singing bowl
Drop your requests in on a piece of paper
Let’s rock on roll
If you can find it
There’s a hit called A4
It’s a lovely old tune
I can’t recall the name
But it’ll leave your calling for more
And when they come to firehose
The boys and girls at the counter
And set the police dogs on them
With the scent of their clothes
They’ll be headed straight for the dance floor
This tune will be playing
It’ll be rocking New Year's Eve
And Dick Clark announces Lynrd Skynrd
You know they’ve got a hell of a band
Lai la lai la
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3. |
Kalamazoo Air Zoo
05:49
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This plane
This bone break
This body cam
This handcuff
This vertabrae
This ride to the station
This climate
This moving family
This moment
And no other moments
These birds don’t fly
And they won’t sing to you
Kalamazoo Air Zoo
This laughter
In this fire
This water
In this throat
This inundation
This esophagus
This call
This savior
This terror cell
This future
And no other
These birds don’t fly
And they won’t sing to you
Kalamazoo Air Zoo
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I have often wondered how the cockpit dials would look
As sun came through the paramecium windows
You’re the pilot, you’re in control but you're not touching a thing
Jet stream and the microchip tell you where to go
Just a broken guy
Got a few screws loose
Never really knew until now
I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a rush
As the belly and the runway peeled apart
Like the flap at the back of an envelope with no particular address and sent away
Just a broken guy
Got a few screws loose
Never really knew it until now
I was hoping for some serenity
But it all went by so fast
I was looking at the dial in front of me
I was running out of gas
Just a broken guy
Got a few screws loose
Never really knew it until now
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5. |
To A Green Bottle Fly
02:27
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Greem bottle fly
At my window
Two of us are more alike
Than you know
Both of us trapped
Both of us with wings
Still holding back
For something
Buzzing at the glass
If we could only pass through
What would we do:
Cast a backward glance?
Is this song we sing
To lingering or longing
For what’s ahead
Instead of what we knew?
Call it an afternoon what you
Call a life
You and I can disagree
What is longevity
But this endless spialing stir
Between what we were and will be
Is that all we are?
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6. |
Blue Camera
03:21
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On the convict's metal shelf
Something bright enough to wake him up
Like a mask behind a waterfall
The blue camera
In its body not a picture but green seawater
Of the stomach of a sailor drowned
The girl in whose gym locker it has transferred
Opens the cover releases a tiny flood
Out pours a stream of words
In an idiom not yet heard
The boy with the white tipped cane
Holds it up to his ear like a seashell
Together they listen
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7. |
Houdini Change-Out
03:50
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There you go
Telling that story again
I’ll never hear the end of it
Never hear the of it
How I was reborn
Making the Houdini change-out
Houdini change-out
Never hear the end of it
Now we’re bathing in its glow
Hanging upside down
Arms bound in a straight jacket
Naked but for that
Grease me up and lower me down
Hurts just like a sunburn
The Houdini change-out
Footsteps splashing around
Across that lake of fire
Footsteps splashing around
And then a gust of ice
Soldout show
Me up on the jumbotron
Making the Houdini change-out
Houdini change-out
Sardines in a can, elbow to elboe
An origami paper pill
Placed upon their tongues
Eyes closed and their mouths open
Ready to receive
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Can’t be sure it’s the station we agreed to meet
Guess I better get off the train
At the platform’s end a giant clockface is glowing
Guess I’ll walk that way
All these second-hand instructions
When word your papers came the day was set and time
Recorded messages of the place of rendevous
Two stations same name
I see the eyes of up in the corners
I know they’ll be watching out for us
Maybe one step behind us, maybe just up ahead
Night vision scope behind window lattices
Just like your dreaming eyes my dear
The last day on the farm in the extreme north
24-hour sun
I want to hear you voice so clearly now
But the content, sweetie, the content's gotten so hazy
I keep you in replay expecting you shout my name
Waving by the sandwich stall
And who is this that I’m talking to?
Those figures now approaching?
Or you, a step away, or a station down the line
Or still on the other side of the ocean?
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9. |
Robert
05:39
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High above the street
Waving to Robert
As the train gathers speed
From a window seat
Waving to Robert
Eyes staring out ahead
Hard to say at what
Waving to Robert
On the hillside where I lost him
Branches closed like lashes across his naked back
When next my breath obscured the view with clouds
A pewter sky stabbed by pines and not a single track
Unblinking in the moment
Scanning for his movement
Wind in the treetops waving to Robert
Cricket at my anklebone
Please perform a service
Alert his network to his flying if you will
That I might track his progress
Send me word when you see him
And I’ll be there to meet him
Face to face, waving to Robert
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10. |
The Welcome Fires
03:34
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The welcome fire
Lights up the shore
Reflections shatter
Under the oar
The ferryman
In the hollow tree
Buries his bough in sand
Delivers you and me
All the clocks ever existed
Are here in the ground
The only thing music puts its name to
Is their sound
Their souls have risen
But not ascended
Linger in midair
Restless, detached
Their rhythm is the dance
Around these welcome fires
And here we are on the street beyond the stars
The houses are dark except where
The trembling word
The loopiing sample of a bird
By the gaslight at the foot of a stair
At the doorway sits a man
At a table he shuffles the pack and deals a hand
When he signals you turn
Cast a backward glance
The welcome fires burn
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Menchaca Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Menchaca is a Pittsburgh-based artist, composer and writer.
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