1. |
Dick Proenneke
01:51
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Factory fires
Churn acid bath
Beget blinded eyes
Man's true desire
Who write the words
Force forth belief
Or truths for them
Fools us to believe
To rewrite the worlds of
Profit neglect and industry
Into a tale
Of progress and success
Dick Proenneke
Heave, hem, and hew
Dick Proenneke
Think of late
Dick Proenneke
Train bomb cars
Derail, descend
On sleeping towns
World set on fire
It's cheaper just
To let it burn
Before a thing is made
Like water earned
As of late, I think of the man
Who escaped the dream
Building his own of heart and wood
On top of the world
Heave, hem, and hew
Of late, of late I think
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2. |
Grinding Along
02:53
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Grinding along
Sitting below a conversation
Or behind a crowd
Forfeit societal sensation
Grinding along
Hearing some flow of conversation
Avoid the crowds
Fighting age
Transience in motives
Speakings carried on
Of drink and smoker's politic
Comprehension wronged
So we stare
And in it the shared
Promise of a lonely road
Hanging in the air
Grinding along
With the outlander as yourself
Through fiction, force comfort
On the brink of addiction
Grinding along
Sitting ahead of conversation
Wait for the weather to lift
But it's out of our hands
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3. |
Chesilhurst
02:00
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Last summer crash
The third down with the plague
Its membership vast
At the end of the tunnel
On the sixth day up
From a summer troubled
Torch and spiral
Ill with intent, dressed for the last
Preceding my retreat
Into the woods
By the hand of Tom Wells
After I climbed up
The deepest of
From which I fell
Now at the top
Flirt with the drop
Thinking of the bottom still
From the life unfulfilled
I still see the stars from the camper
The ones Joe pointed out
Think on hopped up trains with bills in hand
Over waiting around to die
And I can imagine Croce's final hymn
As his plane kissed the pecan tree
Thought of the way a smile
In a dream could save me
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4. |
Orphan & 30
02:33
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Hello from a room with a view
At the windows askew
In the basement it bled
All the shows in his head
To piece answers
Instead at guesses best
That fill up the days
Like dead trunks they weigh
On crushed chests
With old scratch,
Scream the words
This is wilderness
She says as she drops her dress
Now clean up the mess
And leave this dream alone
The room is a tent
And the roots of the tree overhead
Are the chains to that god damn blessed
Your obliviousness
Hello, old scratch
My cursed, good friend
Says your fixed now and shot
So wander while you rot and fade
Find out ya fool, ya fuck
You know where you turned
Now remember her words
This is wilderness
Don't regress
Drop the dress
They're waiting for it
All the starving eyes
Empty longing
Drop the dream
An addled tenancy
You tried to fill
Infrequent still
Bent stopped inside of the dark shop
Lights out, clenched jaw, dry mouth
Now you're lost
Remembering that you...tried
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