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Plastic Vines
05:29
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I am walking on that side of the street
Where you find a stone in your pocket
And use it on the first stranger you meet
Could be you…or you..or you...
And you could be thinking the same thing about me
And meanwhile there’s a man watching our movements going in and out the frame
Deciding which one of us he’s going to keep
The saint said to the simian
As they climbed in the trees
I prefer the previous versions of you
To the latest release
And Tarzan bared his coconuts
Inside the alien pod
On a Mayan altar made turquoise
They smeared his sample on a slide
And I am back-channeling
I am reverse engineering
On the grainy black and white ultrasound display I see
Myself re-materializing
And I’m chained to the floor of the theater
And I’m floating mid-space
Spinning around til I’m stranded and dripping
As the chamber drains away
The stork said to the serpent
My delivery route has gotten dull
The serpent smiled and motioned him over:
Left me know you something original
Spiders wired to hydrogen cells
Wander up and down my limbs
The lashes on their abdomens wash me as they travel
Just like on the day I was born
Said Tarzan to the aliens
As the pod glow green and rose
With all the clorophyll in Hollywood
Parting the plastic vines of the jungle
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Who Made You?
05:25
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Talismans on fishing wire
Are hanging in the breeze
Pass your sieve into the wind
And see what you believe
When I arrive at Afterlife
Surprise is what’s in store
Had a lifetime to prepare
Couldn’t get to it before
Ghosts can’t make a shadow
So can’t you at noon
Jesus made a pedestrian
In Lazarus’s tomb
But who made you?
Housetops on the sweeping flood
Like a fleet of wigs
Sky is cut to ribbons
By tips of sparrows wings
Eyeballs jumping under lids
Like rabbits while you sleep
Follow them to bolt holes
Of desire and deceit
Ochre makes an Indian
Birches make canoes
Sign along the high road
Is Hill Blocks View
But who made you?
White-out on the flattop
Swelter in the camp
Is the one who made the weather
The one who made the lamb?
A little drop of blood
No wider than a tear
Confirms and contradicts
About you everything I fear
Lightning made splinters
Of the masts of the Montague
The lookout’s head is spotted red
But who made you?
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I’m going away now, into a world unkown
Lord, I’ve been worried, but I won’t be worried long
I feel like chopping, chips flying everywhere
I been where they know me but I couldnn’t stay there
I do believe I’m changing
Don’t look the way my picture did
I don’t have a mirror
When I look in the water
See another man instead
Call me the woodsman
Turn a page every morning
Turn a page at night
Get further away from the story
You wanted me to write
Open a new book
Leave it written
In the belly of the lynn tree
In New Switzerland
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Tunnel Hill
01:11
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Bells are ringing in Detroit
Ringing in Morocco too
Wake me up on the day
Try to make my way back to you
Set my foot upon the path
But it’s like walking on water
All the woodland caving in
The countryside's in disorder
Cargo boxes in the tree tops
Red and green and yellow-brown
Wind comes rolling through the branches
And all the riches of the orient raining down
Day is done in seconds
Sit beneath the dome of stars
All the heavens changing places
And I haven’t slept since I departed
And it's not New Year’s Eve at midnight
Bullets flying through the air
Someone running down the wilderness
Under rockets' red glare
Man standing with his eyes closed
Dressed in animal skins and d fur
Buffalo out on the open range
Motionless like furniture
Army ants and carrion beetles
Dismantling the canopy
Erasing evidence, handing out alibis
Like voting ballots to you and me
The slate's wiped clean to set your eyes on
Could be anybody’s bones
The longer and drifter Tom Horizon
Is walking this long highway home
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Promised Land State Park
01:31
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I got my foot working
No one hears the heart
I got all these lanes open
And here comes the meteor shower
I got all these things to say
They’re like Russian dolls
One set of words hides another
And they look the same but aren’t
I gotta try to let go of this hate
Even if it’s true what the Internet Sensation tells me
The world is filled with alloys and there are those who gravitate to you
And those who push you AWAY
I JUMPED THE GATE
AT PROMISED LAND STATE PARK
THERE ARE NO RANGERS
NO ANYTHING
SNOW SO DEEP
THE BRANCH WON'T CAST A SHADOW
THE ROAD IS BLOCKED
TIL SPRING
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Mrs. Bobby Thomson
05:01
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Strong words at the motel
The veteran said mind your business
Tympanis of drying towels
She waited for them to finish
Then she rolled her cleaning trolley up
One wheel orbiting sideways on it
How did the shot heard round the world
Sound to Mrs, Bobby Thomson?
Plaster from a shattered caste
Like a prehistoric eggshell
Shadow patterns where the pieces scattered
On the windowsill
Behind the blinds footsteps stagger
Like a watch mis-marking time in cotton
How did the shot heart round the world
Sound to Mrs. Bobby Thomson?
Other eyes in other days
Could not on pain of torture look away
The player steps before the plate
And space and time seem infinite
3 to 4 in inning nine
In a bar in South Korea a soldier overhears
The war is going nuclear this time
And the ball enters the atmosphere
Her key card sinks, the green light blinks
The threshold surrenders
She’s about to enter and she hesitates
There’s something she remembers
On the bed’s a box of bullets
No one there to spot them
How did the show heard round the world
Sound to Mrs. Bobby Thomson?
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No you can’t hide the past
From intimates and enemies
You can’t wipe away desire
When you clear your browser history
They are watching
Whom you’re watching
Did you know
Whom you watch poses inviting
And you’re biting
Those tiny bullets
Some virtues won’t be made
Out of our necessities
And if you think I’m not afraid
Just try retrieving hits on me
They are watching
Whom you’re watching
Did you know
Whom you watch poses inviting
And you’re biting
Those tiny bullets
The skies have eyes but not in stars
They’re flying blind in troposheres
To monitor conspiring
Children play in sandy lots
Register and scatterplot
And then commences firing
They are finding who’s in hiding
And in the know
And room to room follow
A target sighting
And they’re biting those
Tiny bullets
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Gargoyle
02:17
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I am the stone
Survived excalibur
Here I am floating at your am
The coldest night of the year
I could show you my exit wounds
I'll be here for centuries
You can call me gargoyle
We’ll go out on a buddy breathe
And O Blazes is what the baptist said
When we was raining magma on my nakedness
Impressions of a feather branch
From the weight of his panting chest
But that fossil’s faded
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Coughing in The Stampede
02:41
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The Russian diplomat
Was giving his address
At the podium
Someone blew apart his chest
He went down hard
He was a heavy man
His killer danced on one foot
And shouted about heaven
Height for height, speed for speed
Distances for distance's sake
Leave me coughing in the stampede
He went down hard
He was a heavy man
Security guardian shot his assassin
In the abdomen
He went down light
He was very slight
They loaded him
In the ambulance
Took him to the hospital
Is what they did
They wanted to save him
To understand his reasons
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02:35
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Spoken on A Winter Beach
03:47
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Frost so think when you touch the fence post
Write your name with a nail
Water strider skating in the bucket
Left out overnight while you slept wrapped in a sail
All along this beach in winter
Before you retracted your hand
Tapped me on the shoulder with all the force
Of a mist on sand
I dreamed of buttons from the coats of sailors
Sleeping on the bottom drowned
With the names their mothers gave them
On necklaces spelled in shells
Came a storm to slaughter all the seed pods
Carry new life where it could not reach
I turned around I did not see you
As you spoke to me on this winter beach
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David Bowie Enters Glory
03:41
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We sang Carol King
Til we felt like entering
The sky was red, the sea was calm
Wandering Malbipuram
Me and David Bowie
It was a day of feasts
Adornment of the beasts
Safforn paste and crimson petals
On the horns and genitals
Me and David Bowie
Down by the waterside
On motos couples ride
Sheet on a branch for privacy
Copulate in multiplicity
On this day January David Bowie entered glory
The fornimations bring
Through the atmosphere ripples widening
The river god awakes
Glows and oscillates
This happened on the day
David Bowie entered glory
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He'll brush past us...any minute now
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Rev. Slattery Says
02:41
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Master’s on his way to meet the General
Or so he thinks, there’s a jinx
Ti Noel crosses into Pennsylvania
He won't stop there, seeds in his hair
I wish I was a mole in the ground
Pig's in his pen
But you never see the one around the bend
Howitzer 12 pound 10 pound parrot
Followed the master to Appomattox
Before the the ink on the treaty was dry
When they stand for the photo let `em fly
I wish I was a mole in the ground
Pig’s in his pen
But you never the one around the bend
Wish I was a lizzard on a leaf
I’d turn green just to hide from grief
But I took ill from a 40 dollar bill
And amount of shelter will be relief
And I wish I was a mole in the ground
Reverend Slattery says
I didn’t didn’t adjust my ways
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I’m going back to Tunnel Hill
That’s where I belong
The loving people there
Gave me shelter and care
Are gone, gone, gone now
I followed the train tracks inside
Black like I recall
I saw a gold cinder
In the long dark yonder
And I made my way to that goal
How could it be waters rising on me
Heart of a fire burned ahead
Warm and wet
It reached out and met me
And led me down to that bed
There are pictures of paradise
They look like a post card from Spain
Ones of inferno they're nothing like you heard
But everything I saw I desired there
Everything I saw I desired there
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Pharaoh’s tomb is built
AK-47s stacked up to the hilt
Cats and chariots, hearts in jars
Nitromethane and fertilizer
Going to take down the afterlife
With the Great Royal Wife
Minus the song
I was on the roundabout
The thunder spoke and the power grid went out
Couldn’t exit, couldn’t brake
Just accelerate
In a driverless car
Deep into the minibar
Minus the song
Dreamed I was taking care
Of V.I. Lenin’s corpse’s hair
Waxed his pate and he returned to life
His English was immaculate
Mounted on alpaca
Resumed the red terror
Minus the song
Knees on stone and ass on heels
Stranded, stipped and drpping,
O Mother of Guadalupe
Your son before you keels
The things i’ve done the words I’ve said
The mess I’ve left
The song to which I’m deaf
I kiss the hem and diadem
The spot where ntiric acid burned your skin
I was to hear again
Los científicos dicen que estamos hechos de átomos, pero a mí un pajarito me contó que estamos hechos de historias
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19. |
The Floating Bridge
03:16
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I went out paddling yesterday
The sun looked down on me
The sky got mad, black as ink
The rain like judgment
And I did sink
Cast my gaze on the waters wide and far
Floating bridge came from the other shore
Born from a tree no human hand did cleave
Who sent that bridge to save me
Jesus of the angel of light
Soon as it reached my fingers
It disappeared out of sight
Not everywhere is dying
But it's in most ways i turn
In bed of leaves below my feet
And the green dancing weeds and fern
No one spoke
But I did hear
A voice come
Thorough across the water
I will take you from
Where I never am
To a place that never is....
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Menchaca Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Menchaca is a Pittsburgh-based artist, composer and writer.
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