1. |
Dart Board Blacklist
03:03
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I can hear your joints click and clack
down the hall
what information are you looking for
on that wall?
I’ve got a list of names in my throat
I’ve got a list of names in my throat
I hear the scraping of your graphite pencil
on the notebook you’ve made from a binder
full of those names that need reminders
and you’re scaring off all of your buyers
by yelling “sell, sell, sell”
the venus birds and the co-religionists
they’re all gathered in the park for
a dart board blacklist
they’re trying to separate the elements in
the reservoir in which the spiders still spin
their snowflake, profane medication
sensitive webs to remind us
of the times that our fingers
crossed behind us
on the hand opposite the one that binds us
but our faces speak the truth.
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2. |
North Star B.C.
01:58
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hello, my darling, what do you say?
“hooray for the atoms”
that splayed the clouds around your face
“hooray for the atoms” they say
while you’re sitting there
there’s a dark set of glee around this place
not to mention stares
at the ground, and at the taffy walls, and never at a face
but you’ve found a place
don’t know what’s happening
don’t seem like I’m the only one
but I’d gladly sign the papers
to leave this place.
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3. |
The Tree In My Yard
01:53
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you say that we’re in trouble
well, yes, I think so too
and I’ve crawled in here
to warm my scales next to you
and I’ve found myself at a loss for words
and I’ve gotta stay alert
because surely the enemy is close behind
you’re the kind of creature
I would hunt all day
If I knew how to
and I could tell you lies that would make you swoon and swear it’s the truth
but I’ve found myself
becoming less and less of
a boy obsessed with being somebody else
so I chased all the poison out of
every leaf on
the tree in my yard
and his children sway and they laugh beneath
or smile at least while
I sit here — I sit in my window
reservations in the crosshairs
thin white blood cells
eating the decay they can find
they’re leaving you behind.
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4. |
Four Is The New Three
03:20
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I walked outside and wandered
through the night
what do you see when you walk outside?
what do you hear when you
cover both your eyes?
blame someone new — I’m tired
but you and I both know the truth
how can it be that the skies are green?
I’ll lend you a pen if you
write down all you’ve seen
margins are thick with drawings of
your lack of will
all of your words are in parenthesis
how is there hope for focus in these trees?
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Secondary Modern Carbondale, Illinois
Secondary Modern is comprised of three young men from the Midwest. They make music together and have done so for quite some time and will do so for quite some time.
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