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rights and ranks
04:29
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In the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the storm
I see vortices and straining wings and caustic light and cellaring.
In the might in the might in the might of it all
You see silent stars and dying eyes and everything gets let inside
In the heart in the heart of the heart of the heart of the storm
You write matrices and counterfeits and plastic lights and Celcius.
In the end in the end in the end in the end we were forged
You will light up all the rising signs and someone tells you you just died
And someone tells you you just died.
In the ducts in the buzz in the cars underground it is stored.
We will rise with all the ensigns in the rights and ranks of industry.
In the dark in a nerve in the pulse of a pain we ignored,
you drink hope from all these ions of potassium and sodium.
In the end in the end in the end in the end we were forged.
You glow red hot in the middle and I tell you you were fine and the battle’s straight.
In the night in the night in the night in the night in the store.
We’ll light up a fire and fuck all their selfish dollars.
And someone tells you you just died
And someone tells you you just died
When I dive into the cii---ty after you I know that you’re already gone (buh buh da dah dah )
Scars patterned by these years of wearing through, I know I don’t know what I want.
Oh time is such a strange place never mapped: slow mires and messes hanging on those days we save in permanent form.
I came apart and reassembled and I don’t know where ended up I don’t know where I am.
In the ducts in the buzz in the cars underground it is stored.
I will ride inside these tubes a while scraping off old shells of mine
In New York in the fall in the calm of a loss of control
Try to put myself together right and wish you well in your new life.
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artery
03:47
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I was a strange man in a dying house
I was trying down here I was giving out. I was
phoned down to the bad scene, I am alive
I was in the car when silence set
I was a dead man in a writhing house
I was writing on the end, it was spilling out
When you don't have all these empty days
I had already drowned, I had done it
Lead man in a fiery house
I was life-like hard, with a careless shout
Well you don't leave iron in the shed all night
Well you don't bleed iron on the bed oh
Break down break down
where we already are
break down break down
I wanna cut a curve through it
Break down break down
where we already are
break down break down
Was a mad man in the in-and-out
I set sunlit fires to a trail of doubt
When you won’t come back into your body in time
Well you won't be there when we run it
It’s the night side, I was drilling down
It was a fall down here, it was a caving out Quit it.
When you don't want this, someday's the day,
They'll want radiation scars oh
Break down break down
where we already are
break down break down
I wanna cut a curve through it
Break down break down
where we already are
break down break down
I wanna touch a nerve to it
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Salt fog, clean fade out, dissolve me into the sky
I’ll cable down now, just dial me onto the line
Build shells, break ground now, spread north until I hit light.
Shot full of fake rounds, I might get better
The sound, the cards, the ashes of letters,
The metal and breath that copies the weather,
It might have been rust or blood on my feathers
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it's not sounding late; the rails are vibrating
i said that i was going, you told me i was staying
'till the end, anyway, the cars are stopped waiting
if i can (i can) i will be taking the long way around
if i'm not already tapped out
congregating poets early evening in the dark
exactly mid october in the city in the bar
and i am purging static in the corner breaking blocks
from a catastrophic autumn and an ensuing year of calm
and you're trying not to listen as another line is lost
the rustling undressings of the trees are what you wanted
and the filtered low cool sun is setting
and the filtered low cool sun is setting
and the filtered low cool sun is setting
and the filtered low cool sun is setting now
wait, my mind is a lazy expanse, violent and viscous
don't watch me don't watch me pull it out
wait, don't say it. i'm down in the district focused and restless
don't watch me don't watch me fall down now
clarity in air, the luminal correctness
that comes from seeing sky instead of parking lots reflected
took all the midnight blues, liquefied 'em, strained 'em
sunk the atmosphere, and let it steep for days
it's incompletely cold, enough that everyone gets stylish
and your almost favorite hour leaves less arrested by your irises
and this is hard to get out, hard to get out
and this is hard to get out, hard to get out
wait, my mind is a lazy expanse, violent and viscous
don't watch me don't watch me pull it out
wait, don't say it. i'm down in the district focused and restless
don't watch me don't watch me fall down now
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Dan Zimmerman New York
Intelligent, catchy acoustic rock that's at once a little bleak and a little beautiful, a little strange and a little hopeful. Songs and words for The Great Outdoor Fight. Currently solo in NYC. Watch this space for more.
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