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Hatched from an egg, bite on a nipple swallowing milk
The very last drop makes his belly full
Walking on shells with his toes pointed down, learning gravity’s pull
In a sandbox full of toys and symphonic noise from a playground choir
He’s driving around in a solar powered plastic automobile
Leaning back with one hand on the steering wheel
“The neighbor’s daughter is blonde w/ blue eyes and just my type
I haven’t learned how to whistle, but give me seventeen years, and I just might.”
A liter of a natural vitamin, dirtied up for a future husband with tainted meat who got a kitten at a second-hand store
Add or subtract four, soon you’ll be a mathematician
Suck on a lemon, feast on acidic pulp without straws while perfecting a card game at the table with the wife’s in-laws
Starving a fever, and feeding a cold are home remedies
Ice cubes in the soup, a warm glass of tea and forty winks
Neither one wants to know, but the question couldn’t resist
Written on foggy mirrors with index fingers ‘Bliss is ignorance’
A liter of a natural vitamin, dirty up for a future husband with tainted meat who got a kitten at a second-hand store
Add or subtract four, soon you’ll be a mathematician
The future doesn’t tally up
and the monster rears its head when you get to the top
At the apex of a fantasy
So don’t fix what’s not broken, and don’t tear the perfect packaging
credits
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I’ve ironed out the wrinkles in my shirt
The water was boiled, but I avoided second degree burns
I swam out to the outer banks
But my feet and my arms refused to help
I drove out to a southern state, just to get away but she didn’tcare
I met a girl at a Thai restaurant, we had a drink or two but then I came home
Look down, wake up…I’d sleep the day away if it wasn’t for alarms
The weight could break backs, but I trained myself and lost a belly full of fat
A mother tends to her son’s brittle bones
The insurance policy didn’t cover the surgery
I’ve never wrote a song of hope, but there’s always more than meets the eye
Sight, I take for granted like you….i don’t know what I’d do if my ears went mute
Tear down and build up, don’t be surprised at the strength of concrete blocks
The weight could break backs, but the foundation needs to foresee future cracks
Look down, wake up….I’d sleep the day away if it wasn’t for alarms
(but when an) outage of power resets the time to 12, rely on your internal clock
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Buttered toasted bread, scrape the burnt crumbs to puzzle piece shaped stems
That bred a deity like Osiris the King
Crimson red drips from a poisoned needle, the needle punctures skin
And briefly I can’t retain oxygen
I’m sealed in tight, like a firefly inside a mason jar, with a hole poked in the lid for gazing daughters
I never thought of a human as an animal
Innocent and complex like a mathematical equation
Liquid forming in a paper cup drips as the ink smears
I’ve racked my brain for several months and years
To find out that there’s no hope in living vicariously on a one way avenue
An infant’s breath fogs up a dirty mirror, smudged with fingerprints
Evidence of household occupants
While army ants line in a single file while the sergeant leads the march
And his cadence is just slightly off
Tied to a string like a bumblebee bridled without wings
Rescued by doses of sanity
Waiting for answers, barricaded behind the walls of a castle
Holding on for dear life to a dream
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I’m pulling plugs on organisms that run on batteries
Their sockets are filled with water droplets and safety pins
He’s dressing up in battle gear when formal attire is mandatory
And endless vats of whiskey are an ocean
He’s driving around in vanity plates, he’s a confident man
But all the money in the world couldn’t pay for a smile on his black soul
Sucker punched in the gut with three hundred-ten pounds of force
And now he’s bleeding from eyes sliced by wires and head first dives
Into the pavement, he should have cut himself off
A broken record, with a needle impaired repeats whining syllables
Occupation in a shape of frozen water in trays dissolves useless medicine
He’s hopping barriers while men in neckties abuse a sounding device
To get their stories across, they toss a burning lamp between yellow and white lines
Pending laws await cures, as the Sabbath fills up a church
& a man dressed in white asks for change from a wife through a check that’s made out to cash
A phone call at a funeral interrupts a brother’s eulogy
Who spoke of childhood playground games of hide and seek where no one won
And teachers ate apples, a worm crawled in and laid down inside
I’m pulling plugs on organisms that run on batteries
the sockets are filled with water droplets and safety pins
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Already Been Chewed
03:24
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Grab a handful of change, head to the theater with neon lights and a canvas stage
You’re offended by obscenities, but all my favorite movies are nc-17
Fornication and violence are like a train wreck, you can’t look away
And if you can combine them, my plans are made for the rest of the day
Sit in front computer screens, max out your credit card and max out your seed
One of them could have been the president, cured a cancer, or a been a face on tv
The wrist on my right arm is bigger than the left
How do I explain that when I canceled my gym membership
The girl with the milk mustache is lactose intolerant
I thought I was hardcore, but apparently I’m not shit
Lubricate and shine the flagpole
A rolodex of all the conquered
We’re the same as every animal
You can learn a lot from a canine if you try to hit it from every single angle
But like a farmer goes through dry spells, you gotta get to know yourself as best as you can
It smells like chlorine in here, but the swimming pool’s closed for this season
But I’ll still dive in, it’s called a compromise, sooner or later, you’ll get your turn
The wrist on my right arm is bigger than the left
How do I explain that when I canceled my gym membership
The girl with the milk mustache is lactose intolerant
I thought I was hardcore, but apparently I’m not shit
The table of contents to the monthly subscriptions
That I read for the articles is glued to page one
I called every number that I could retrieve in my phone
But with the gun’s friendly fire, Dick and Bush had a rational thought
Lubricate and shine the flagpole
A rolodex of all the conquered
We’re the same as every animal
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My Senses Never Fail Me
05:16
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Stepping out into snow with bare feet is unpleasant
And I won’t do it anymore
Moving furniture up and down stairs causes backaches
So I’ll just glue my feet to the ground
Making drinks so strong where I can’t taste the cola
Leaves me waking up with swollen hands
And reaching into my wallet for a donation
Leaves bruises in my bank account
Pretty soon I’ll forget what I just said
Brain cells can take a beating for many rounds
Pay attention cause I’m lipsinking all the words
And leave up to voiceovers for the correct sounds
Slowing down for an officer just causes traffic
So I might as well hit the gas
Even if it causes danger I’ll just keep driving erratic
And defensive drivers will let me pass
And even if women and children are present
I’ll roll down the windows and out of courtesy, I’ll yell, “Be careful.
There’s a lot of crazy people in this world that could hurt you
So you might as well stay inside.”
I’ll start a fire with a bundle of branches
And make a signal to a therapeutic actress
We’ll play a game of make believe, I’ll be the doctor
With a long history of malpractice
Sounds like someone’s got a cough
I heard a blackened lung dressed up in nicotine with eyes soaked in visine
Which makes red pupils white, but you’re not fooling me
Though I’m an amputee, my senses work just fine
(I’ll start an argument with a stranger just to vent all my pent up criticisms
And even if he makes a valid point, I’ll plug the lobes
And build a sculpture in an underground museum where everyone is dressed in camouflage and blends into scenery
Imitation’s flattery, especially when it’s louder than the original
But nothing can compare to the first and we’ll have to pretend
That the noises in my head are all just imaginary)
(I’ll break a barrier with a clenched fist just to numb all the endings that my fingers had the nerve to lift, and even if I break a single bone, it will be worth it just to tell the story at a dinner party where everyone is dressed in suit and tie, the extras in movies where black and white is the scheme and sound is dubbed, the magic of machines, director’s cut on dvd, in different tongues and deleted scenes, am I paranoid or are all the noises in my head all just imaginary?)
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The Smell of Bad Milk
06:34
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Boxed up antique dust collection
Mucus clogs up your sinuses
Locks without keys just sit idle
Migraine headache earplugs broke off in my skull
Fingernails scratch dirt, bathed in hurt
bit my lip, bleeding gums and looked into the sun
my eyes burned, I turned red and bit into my tongue
Worms are fed, bloodshed is always a must
Carnival clown paints smiles and frowns for rainier days
Stuffed animal door prizes cost a pretty penny
Old men drive slow in the fast lane
Apparently there’s no hurry
The smell of bad milk in my coffee
A dollar and 65 cents down the drain
And I told him to keep the change
The hair on my arms stand on pedestals
Shrink my stomach down, one bite and I’m full
The fastest meal in red, white and blue
Carnival clowns paints smile and frowns for rainier days
Stuffed animal door prizes cost a pretty penny
Infomercials paint pictures and thrive on insomnia
A memorized credit number
60 seconds – new born
Race in circles ,
If God exists, was it meant for heavy machines to drive up on a tailgate
Or am I just being cynical, I’ve always been - always will
Bad habits don’t just break themselves
There’s a buzzing in my ear. If the phone rings I’m not here
Cuz I’m out of batteries, let me know when the coast is clear
I’ll sneak out the window, take each ladder rung real slow
As not to make a sound, and freeze in headlights like a deer
Carnival clowns paint frowns and smiles for rainier days
Stuffed animal door prizes cost a pretty penny
A running shoe without laces, ankle turned on its side
I’ve loaded up all my ammo, but I can’t hurt a fly
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Corporate Cut
03:54
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Suit and windsor tie are off-centered by a fraction of inch
I’m out of practice
My metaphors are like riding a bike
you never forget balancing your sentences
My college seal might as well have been two-ply
Cuz my alarm is set for midnight
I should have saved all that change and all those years of my life
So give and take, pay back what you borrow
sometimes you’ll dip your hands in the rainy day change fund
until all that’s left is a dime and a half of a dollar
My coin flip odds are low but I can’t get enough
My fifty percent is handicapped like I’m on the links
where two comma’d men hook left
and wingspans favor right sides on the 18th hole
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King Salmon
03:22
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A salmon swam into the lake where a redd birthed an orange egg
Sewage mouthfuls, rusted hooks and foolish friends taking the bait
Blue-green landscapes (turn) black
Speechless voices crack
Grilled and marinated steak
both sides evenly browned to the patron’s taste
Testing senses by the plate while he eagerly awaits
Hands on clocks unwind
Wearing a blindfold doesn’t make you blind
Foaming out the mouth, maybe medicine’s the only way out
Line cut, take a bite
It may just be the fight that kept us all alive
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Take Human Bites
06:47
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The bees align with a savage mind
swarming from their startled nest
the damages are quickly dressed
and a faulty crane to the naked eye is right as rain
the pieces that it can’t pick up gain weight as they fall from the top
and the crickets sing in a choral harmony
umbilical progressions cease and the pause wakes babies from their sleep
A piercing even keeled stare spoke a thousand syllables
I couldn’t understand a single one
I’m growing quite tired of this chessboard
I’m a pawn always one step behind your next move
When the hymen breaks, the wedding gown is colored in champagne
but she’ll wear white anyway for her mother and her father’s sake
For the way you are, you’ll get a shiny golden star
The act of punishment by reward
an example of flawed rationale
A piercing even keeled stare spoke a thousand syllables
I couldn’t understand a single one
I’m growing quite tired of this chessboard
I’m a pawn always one step behind your next move
So plant your feet and don’t look down
you’ll get inside your head that way
The beat of hearts could deafen drums
Turn the knobs up to the maximum
The window is cracked and all the belts are strapped
a straightjacket suffocates
So accept defeat, numbed hands and feet
Our limbs just will not bend that way
The only way out is the same way in, take out your compass
I’ll walk right into you to prove I’m not invisible
I’ll grant the final wish for (four) more wishes
Find a way to strengthen your grip, yours is weak
How am I supposed to trust you, you can’t even look me in the eye
A loophole in the system is what got me here
Thank you for the hint, you’ve saved me years of confusion
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Green faced with a gray vein, the camera takes a still
In the dark room with the black film, they’re making out the negatives
Canonize a mother while daddy signs the dotted line
Cartoon daydream of the character’s trip
Counter-clockwise, some can hear distorted ticks
The frequency is deafening, enough to chill a spine
Believe it or not, but I can’t hear your hell
But I don’t have any doubts
Because you’ve earned my trust
When the ground gives in, you have to improvise
and your feet must dance and keep the beat
But the sound of lies is sometimes sweeter
When the verdict’s in, the defendant’s walking free
The contract’s been breached at the section italicized
Another fat cat’s sitting pretty on your dime
Cuz who really reads the fine print when they sign the dotted line
Believe it or not, but I can’t hear your hell
But I don’t have any doubts
Because you’ve earned my trust
But even that can be lost
So send St. Anthony on the hunt
and when the makeup washes off
Look into the mirror-mirror on the wall
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Ctrl & Del
06:23
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All descendants have died out
the chalkboard and pupils stayed in the classroom
recess and lunchroom sardine cans
the ruler’s splinters soaked up all the sponges
And when the only thing that makes you stronger makes you weak
you pose as concrete
And grab a fine point marker
Open your data sheet and ctrl & del your memory
The beak of a songbird is dented
she belts out melodies fueled by adrenaline
the dew on grass blades, slip and sliding
a rainboot will trudge on like its freshly tarred blacktop
And when the only thing that makes you stronger makes you weak
you pose as concrete
And grab a fine point marker
Open your data sheet and ctrl & del your memory
I’d lose my head if not attached to my back
I’ll learn to dance and contort my spine to avoid your questions
I’ll burn in hell for what I just laughed at, I must have no heart
A reservation made, insecticide sprayed to kill the babies
A steeped brewed tea chokes with an orange leaf
your tongue in cheek can hide the fool’s gold
The bride to be, she has sweaty brows and two ice cold feet
The characters from a biased joke walked in a bar
Stop me if you have heard this one as not to kill the payoff
I woke up late and got there early
Whoever said shortcuts don’t pay, they must not have had the proper training
A steeped brewed tea chokes with an orange leaf
your tongue in cheek can hide the fool’s gold
The bride to be, she has sweaty brows and two ice cold feet
So take only needs, and don’t get hung up on human beings,
you can’t control what you can’t control
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Lost Appetite
06:31
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In a room of razor blades, he left with open sores
As it rained peroxide, he knocked on neighbors’ doors
“I’m just looking for comfort”
“I’m sorry, you’re bleeding on my floor, and our company’s miles away and it’s business related. So, if you don’t leave right now, I’ll call an officer. I suggest you comply with our demands, but I think you will.”
He said, “Karma will get you and fill you up like a four course meal. You’ll have to wrap the rest up in a doggy bag and unbuckle your belt.”
He said, “I don’t believe in your fairy tales or the number thirteen. I step on cracks when I walk and my mother has perfect posture.”
In a room of stained glass, and reckless abandon
Tool belt and a hammer, left a mark like a calf’s branding
The path for destruction leads all the way to your abode
Avenging the death of his childhood dignity
A classroom’s laughter cuts like a dentist’s drill
When you’re a cavity, brushing teeth doesn’t help
Karma will get you and fill you up like a four course meal…you’ll have to wrap the rest up in a doggy bag and unbuckle your belt
He said, “I don’t believe in your fairy tales or the number thirteen. I step on cracks when I walk and my mother has perfect posture
Karma will get you
Karma will get you, it’s a lifelong sentence with no parole
And all your cellmates rape your soul
Cops and robbers are the stereotypical characters
Gamblers with bad luck pick the winning numbers but have bad timing
Synchronizing watches requires pinpoint accuracy
But the trigger finger can’t always hold steady
Karma will get you and fill you up like a four course meal…you’ll have to wrap the rest up in a doggy bag and unbuckle your belt
He said, “I don’t believe in your fairy tales or the number thirteen. I step on cracks when I walk and my mother has perfect posture
But I don’t believe it
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