So I played a show and also recorded the whole thing because I couldn't dance. Sprinkled between sets are interviews and musings. I had an abscess removed, that's why I couldn't dance.
Here is my setlist.
You're all just quasi while I'm viewing you with my God's eye.
Popeye like Prop 8
Fixate on a fixed gear
Elevate next to last year
None of the water is clear
just find a matrimony and put it on auto-steer
because I was never here
hear that, it's thunder
echoing off the clouds giving us rain
drenched my hood, my head and my brain
till three rails led the train to self esteem
a half of me could easily sustain
while a half of you would be missing the sane
and a frame isn't just new parts rearranged
but it's a heavenly body that leads us to our names
and the same is not the same
mimesis isn't to blame
you just need to start reading the damn thing
learn from the past
not the mistakes
be my mimicry
so I can leave you deprived
like my last relationship, parasitic
still want my credit
but you ended it
tether ball next to a tennis court
courtship after a horse whip
flinch next, I'll transmutate to a beast
feeling heat like a snake, eat, prey, sleep, capiche.
Simply Compound
Remember when we seemed fine
we laid bordered on a thin line
and without time?
The memory of a back nine
where you shot par, and you shot mine
the placement of a tee with enough sun
to cause misery, the ball teetered unevenly simply.
The grass felt repetetive
wheels spun on edges again
while plagiarism was my ramptant twin, she said
and we went back, to the wine and cheese
watched mature men pick crackers from their teeth
and the sound dink made us think one of us was taking another drink
so we glanced at eachother, made loud noise,
said capiche in our french voice
we had a choice so we held each other in the rotating doors
around and around
the sound funnelled through the town
where the night calmed down,
winter whimpered wishing whispers
street sweeped, mind weak, my week.
thighs creak once we hit pavement
and the Darkness left the moon light
nothing but amazing
shining through fog on one hazy street
which left the endless streak of cars a little crazy.
because, you see, each sedan snapped like a photograph
and the next one already sped past before the last one was time stamped
and headaches started to emerge, under false intertia
fell folding facsmile, motion moved me, file denial under M
and watch the watch watching, peak idealistically
waiting for every wedding to end vicariously.
Financial obligations, pre-internet enslavement, time capsule repulsed, rearrange them
so cold don't want to change my clothes
hanging out in my work uniform
hugging on the first breath
light on a lemon
get something off my chest
I vaporize
Actually, smoke out of pipe tobacco pipe
so I can feel mega man's spikes
on my throat
so cold, don't take my black gloves off
typing for ambition
won't be no where, where's the transistion?
sifting through the wrapped presents
like where's the tradition?
Ugly sounds so beautiful
before I cut my cuticles.
Play me some noise
is no one what they never said
been in love this entire time
And christmas came tomorrow
it would be a different day
follow the fallen
basement dwellers turned off
I broke the sound, finally.
or was it just my computer.
you could hear it
but no one never ever said that.
Still gone from Saturday
catch me in a few weeks
She didn't even notice
she just kept walking,
didn't see me staring,
terminal was like a funnel
where's my tunnel
no one to console her
explore my options
run for rotten
it's okay
I've seen it often
glossy paperback
resting underneath
a plate full of dinner's scraps
blunt edge, hedge fund
counted out a hundo
only one number
ended; robbin' rice
ice turns to shrapnel
belt loop too thick
tie it to a sand hill
that's a classy crane
underwear stains
removed prive fluids
through hulu hooped
telecomputers.
Now that I bought you
It's over
folded loosely like a cabbage door
whip the package poor
pack it raw
crawfish with burnt sticks
you're a little wet
watching photoed paliminos
prance to pedaled organs
tie off for the hope again
bottom of the barrel, leader of the rope
jumped over a pit fall
lumpy version, watch my urine
piss, fall
herse verse; bye tie dye blood, withdrawl
The day lost,
wind blew clouds over the sunset
snow storms before sun rise
and while the filth
whisper "compromise"
they look each other in the eyes
and determine it's just not worth it.
It's half over, lunch wasn't served
without a purpose
now what's with the service
took too long for each end
from the shakes to sweaty palms
to the over stretched psalms
hanging low like the pigeon
or a doe
dead like a sapien
ends meat, look towards the end of the street
where the youngsters meet
between the two dumpsters,
call it a hapless streak
from the weak to the terminal
call me dead when i'm asleep
I'm in a serpentine position
caught my body in a disposition
till all loose ends equate to wisdom
i'm sinning
till the holy ghost gets caught up
and starts back at the beginning
like I can finally say I'm sorry
this isn't a parry
just a last call
this is the day, the moment, where the night falls
and each star stalls on one another
all the bright lights turn towards one
and the sun, tries to look in the direction of it's mother
but doesn't bother.
You're the offender
call me prissy please
she sulked but seemed pretty pleased
opened up those nifty knees
with the force of a few men
like lumberjacks taking out a row of trees
now I'm me
duplication under annihilation
sent frustration over the bridge
to my past tensed pirated nation
call that my brain wave
only gets paved with the machinery
of 19th century slave trade
boats on boats
I keep my yacht in the opponents moat
so I can get high on high hopes
while I get high and listen to this new pope
but the rope drags on the ceramic floor
and each door opens in opposite direction
say to me "I would love you if you could
reanimate your files extension"
but I can't
wasn't that a fucking blessing?
Now I'm upset again
wondering where the floor mats went again
every one that enters my room tracks
water that form puddles through the uneven cement
and now my socks are wet
and the second bathroom floods
and the water creeps through the ceiling
to my quarters in the basement
this is where I live
doesn't it drive you ape shit?
at least it's safe from the soul-less vapors
that leave you strung out
over gates and rapiers,
and yes, I might be that failure
but I'm nailed to a pallet
with broken splinters
and I get stacked
even throughout the cold of winter
so simmer
you heard me,
you already know you're a winner
so don't look for advice
don't put your ear to timber!
because a slice of bread,
is only given by people with
half a head,
and what do you want to
be when you grow up?
look I'm already grown up
yah fuck.
Peace be with you,
pieced together with glue
taken off the excess with a few tissues.
Now their stuck to the paper
modern arraingments,
stained from use, blew my nose
now the approach is exposed.
Purposeful meetings, met up,
children still teething while the ball game is tied
no body is ever winning.
All my friends tell me to keep it simple
next time do it solo
but it's harder then ever, so I make it poly
I ghosted from the roach
my father collects cock roaches
and I'm stoked to have a cieling.
It might be underneath two more
and my feet rest on vinyl above a cement floor
but atleast they laid me in the foundation,
symbolic restoration, hopefully I'm still their favorite.
Pot holes stuck in pavement, every winter
is only harsh from the spring tones
might react to psuedo clones
posting from their smart phones.
Where's the communication?
They took a derivative to basic
and took themselves out, now all talk is cheap
and static and self empathetic.
No one does it for you anymore
because it's just me, me me,
and why we live in threes
counting the wood lost
it's just all becomes a chore
if it's not entertainment,
it's self-deprication
masked in frustration.
Waiting is the new wind for patience
another win, sitting staring
watching the electric blues
it's sacred,
Don't ever let the strangers know
they will think you're naked
I'll just clutch the fingers in my hand
check out my wrinkles
make 'em think I'm taken
but I'm waiting, I'm waiting
patiently painting pain
but in the picture
the train was going the opposite way
of the brain
I guess I'm just waiting to be arranged
stacked in some omni-direction
just not on this plane
and hopefully the lane is more then a two way
because, we should only ever have two ways.
But it's tuesday
And I couldn't see the stars
because the moon threw it's glow
and if a person tells you they
"rather be left alone"
tell them they is plural
and you'll show them a new home.
Death to the phone
wreck a new tone
on a sheeps bone
while we clone the same one.
reading past the pages
enraged looking stainless
under the same weight
of one night stages
I'm gaming
but not afraid of
shoes
not afraid of nothing
drummin' on some buckets
uncles makin ruckus
bunches screaming two hand touches
on the pillowcase
white billows erase nature
scraped together, paid a stranger
lolligaggin majors
don't remember what they came for
or who they came from
just tongues and algae
just months awaiting apathy.
Don't miss another bill
or you might get stuck in your house
without any rational thrill
you might need to sit and read
or just wait and breathe
don't stretch too far
you might plant a seed.
A new rise,
probably not,
new things,
probably so,
starving artist,
probably not.
Audience is what you make it.
Performance is how you decide to express it.
We all have the same stories
just different dialects to tell them in.
Different sentences to exaggerate,
words to stress
or to edit out.
Honesty is only with the one's you want to trust.
I would move if I wasn't wearing concrete wings.
I would tell you if I wasn't afraid of the consequences.
I would share but I don't want to be critiqued.
So I throw it up in space
watch the stars, each one another thing to create
another point of reference to trace.
Give me a second and I'll give you one back too.
Impossible is nothing
Impossible is nothing
Impossible is nothing.
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