Thanks, Giving

That man's glass shattered
He won't see your face
You've been reborn, darling
Expect a golden age

Your home recordings
Your question's tone
You're moved to rapture in your
Microphone

You're not alone
We're all alone
I do it too

Today I'm feeling new
And it's alright cos I'm not that old

I'm not an agent of change
I'm a prophet of Everything Stay The Same
Please, please, please!

Your television going
Running on the power of fear
We keep the cameras rolling
And there's so much to see
And
Use to
Make
Us
Obedient
But we do it to ourselves

Your declaration of dependence
Was folded into
A swan and then
Put in your Bible to mark just when
You stopped buying that shit at all

You reach for your gun
Just to find
It's a remote
Desert island
Just before the storm

We get where it is warm
And test it for radiation
We don't trust anybody anyway
So what's the use

In keeping quiet
The sinks are sunk and our lips loose

You've got me running straight through you
And wishing I could stop and take you in

Like an intensely gorgeous drink
Just give me time to think
Just give me time to blink

And I've heard the quiet
And the keys in the door
The way that you've been moving
Makes me wish I had something to die for

As it is I need a cause
The bandages and gauze
Have grown into my skin
I'm forever injured and can't remember where I've been.

Body Soup

[produced with Chris Stillmank]

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Frostbitten, one autumn evening
Making coffee for my better sleeping
Days.
I find,
Another window into my mind, and that's okay

I meet someone with no mask on her
No sense of doubt, my sense of honor's
Skewed.
So I'll stay with you
When everyone else is just passing through

Showing me myself with a different face
I was surprised to find that I looked about the same

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Blighted, on summer eve’s daze
Solace found: lightning lemon sips
Nights.
I’m lost,
In poise to gaze at neural contraband.

I saw her with evening’s mask on her
I’m heart wide open, my salesman’s wit
Diminished.
So I’m watching you,
With everyone else just engulfing you.

Showing a jokers face for a stoics ball
I’m appalled to find that I’m still dying about the same.

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His wit's been trumped up in his age,
A body soup of everything he says

Any time,
I'm found
And when I touch the ground
I grow roots
You take the ladder, I'll take the chutes
It's a way of life
Why not imbibe
Everyone you see, their honeyed energy
We'll be alright

A shaking hand of holy vision
Us heathens made the right decision
We get above it all
And when we take that fall
The lights'll go out
And everything in your mouth
Will turn
Your soul into a burn
-ing effigy
How right.
But weren't it worth it just to see
we were alive.

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His voice clogged up by this Clorox,
His body a soup with everything he can’t say.

Someday,
I’ll forget,
That I’ve sunken into the sky,
Without giving seed,
You slap with charades, I’ll bend with tales
It’s not life,
Why, it’s a bible,
Of everyone you’ve known, I’m honey dipped,
I need to be alright.

Diplomatic answers, abstract questions
A political battle for the right decision
I’m below the belt
And if I’m to ascend from this
The sun’ll go out,
With everything in my mouth.
You’ll turn
To my face, weep
-ing baby.
That’s right.
I’m not worth you, but you’ll see
I will survive.