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Strangers II
04:00
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I saw your girlfriend there. I saw her—there
She whispered tragic things. Tragic—words
Was hard to follow her mind’s own motion
Like arks of Joan swinging side to side
We did not agree on if heaven’s a good device
Her goddess ego in overdrive
You’re counting on it too much
You trashed our house on a hunch!
There you go
Take this gold ring from my fat finger
Weigh it as proof I’m a measured man not a singer
Look into my eyes. Look into my—eyes
You are not easily swayed, if “swayed” means “moved.”
Was hard to follow your mind’s own motion
One German class and you’re sanctified?
We will not agree on the point of an afterlife
You miss a step and you miss it twice
You’re counting on it too much
You trashed our house on a hunch!
Blame a ghost
I’m signing Chinese autographs for my neighbors
They said they went to the moon and back, found a savior
I sprinkled pieces of golden ring on their cradles
They said it’s sure proof that hidden men talk to strangers
STRANGERS
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Honeycomber
03:39
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Everyday there are methods there are ways to elevate your mood
Like: only sister, cool it!
Let me count the ways I’d die for you
Say mama nature’s son heal my brother’s crooked thumbs—I feel much better now
You were shocked! I’m a lover, I’m a tiger, scent was in my nose
Father John drank a gallon of holy water—where’d my money go?
Every step, every letter, every line says I feel your touch
But I feel no touch.
This other time I had to guess to make it mine,
in my Sunday clothes
Like honeycomb in the house when no-one’s home, poison perfect rows
Every step…
You were shocked! I’m a lover, I’m a tiger, scent was in my nose
Father John drank a gallon of holy water—where’d my money go?
Every step, every letter, every line says I feel your touch
But I feel no touch.
I fear no touch.
This is no fun, dear, or even right
I read minds wrong, I read the wrong minds
I miss how your heartbeat’s not right
I miss how your heartbeat’s not right
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Evil Tina
03:07
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Darling your eyes are closer
put together than I am used to—gotta think about it
In my history book there’s an answer
It was 70 years ago
No, 70,000 years ago
There’s a hand that I hold, there’s a bluebird
with the blood of a man—I have heard them going on about it
It’s stupid, so what?
Let’s call it by English names
Like “Evil Tina,” or “Justin” or “James”
Still I try and I try
I’m eating stardust half the time
Strangest thing
Got this friend
I cannot picture in my head
But oh how I need it
Sometimes I am a man and my heart is a stone
Galaxy I will conjecture
A comet’s a corner detached from heaven’s heavy door
Aping that celestial BANTER
Now we’re climbing out on the wing
When you’re desperate you’ll do anything
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Rip Through Sunsets
04:15
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Baby just in time I arrived
But I arrived in a basket
Now it’s not my fault, but I’ll divide
I’m gonna take it from both sides
If you wash my feet
Rad dream
I’m gonna run so far
We hold on fast
We hold on fast
You need a face like that to put your money on a memory, right, a memory
We hold on fast
We hold on fast
They said I had it!
I’m gonna rip through sunsets
Make ‘em scream
I’m gonna swim through the high streets
It won’t be my fault, but I’ll be fine
I’m gonna lean on my left side
But now it’s dead and it’s gone
We gotta find it somehow
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Markarians Houserville, Pennsylvania
Imagine an alien species of explorers from a galaxy some 70 million light years distant. Countless generations have lived
and died on the journey to Earth. Whole histories, micro-civilizations come and gone. But at last they are here. Markarians are here. Only…somewhere along the way, rounding the Sombrero Galaxy, they forgot why they came. And how to get back.
-Felix Singer, Athens, GA
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