1. |
Capital Cuts
03:37
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There's a hole in the sky and we'll all lift our faces
Crying for children who won't go to heaven
'Cus capitol cuts 'em in all upper cases
Burn in the yard with the bones and discard
What is known on the wall
Down in God's favorite basement
Lit from a light in the hole in the sky
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2. |
The Rain, The Steam
03:24
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Telephones on curly cords and bedroom walls
Blow out the candle, ride the tide
Graffiti by flashlight
I'll never get caught in the radio tune
The actor rests, but the feel refuses to go
And so it goes another way
Everyone might be spared
The shame that goes with having a soul
But oh the days keep bounding on
I swear the sun's got it out for us
Book upon book, books upon tables upon yarn
I never sought naught
Torn up, eyes blood shot
Blinking shadows among the dew
The rain, the steam, the radio tune
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3. |
Wind
02:05
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Hear your voice as wind again
Hear your voice as leaves
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4. |
An Introduction
01:38
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5. |
Deep Coast
10:28
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I
Down in the deep coast
the folk smoke and talk
about the girl who
wanders without a sound
through the coastal pines of town
“she’s got a hole in her head
and seawater in her heart”
The many suspect
that her fate
is the worst of all
“Boast she cannot
of home or hearth
nor offer any account
of her past pain or joy”
the many say
“Dearest Gloria,
hums and hunts
and builds and breaks
down in the disordered rows
of the deep coast
II
Gloria was born
without love or light
she was cast into gray
still warm from the womb
born to folk who spent their days
chasing a spectre
a refrain from the pain
& some grace notes of pleasure
they hadn’t a taste for guardianship
nor could they afford it
thus on the day of her birth
her makers made a choice
to cast the babe aside
just out of reach from a frigid riding tide
laid eyes on Gloria one last time
then turned away
On the shore
alone
tangled in veins
of sand and snow
Gloria witnessed
her first
sunrise
III
Though as fate would have it
the babe was soon found
by another orphaned
off-spring of night
hopelessly parting the sand
took her by the hand
to a house of god
but in Bethel
Gloria was not numb
to the torment of
displacement
she awoke each morning
feeling like a house
built on stilts
Ostensibly baseless
& all day wandered ‘round
hummed ‘long to the sound
of her steps upon the hollow
grounds of the compound
after she’d grown listless enough
emerged from the mazes of god’s embrace
A leaper eager
to kneel at the site
Of her own
Conception
Though early in her journey
she was just a piece down the road
when a storm front on the coast
made its way inland
& in the surge
winds gave rise
to cruel ribbons of things
much tougher than bone
in the hale of debris
Gloria was dealt
A mighty blow
to her head
though the gash
didn’t leave her for dead
IV
Down
in the deep coast
the folk smoke and talk
about a certain figure
free from the torment
of solitude
and though she cannot
remember or speak
she is an agent
that moves mindfully
undaunted by progress
and wants nor needs
the scaffolding
of memory
She has never known
nor kept
any permanent address
And never receives
notice of entropy
She was reborn
in a grove of coastal pines
& has since never bore in mind
more than one slice
of life at a time
At the end of each day
when the sleeper takes her place
Memories are effaced
when at last she does awake
her soft eyes fare her well
down in the disordered rows
of the deep coast
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6. |
Supermarket is the Place
01:28
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7. |
Izraslo Dŭrvo
01:26
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Izraslo dŭrvo visoko-
Vrŭh mu oprelo vŭv sinjo nebe
Kloni mu oprelo vŭv dolna zemja
Vŭv golemi, mamo, beli manastiri,
Manastiri, mamo, Sveta Maria
Na rŭce dŭrži Boga Hristosa
Em si go ljulja, em si se moli:
“Rasti mi rasti, dete porasti
Ta da si zeme zemja I nebo,
Ta da si zeme zemja I nebo.
Zemja ti baština, nebe ti djadovo,
Zemja ti baština, nebe ti djadovo.”
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10. |
As Transience Goes...
02:37
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11. |
Casio Floes
05:29
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