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Art of Fiction No. 83
02:43
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Were we put off by what we saw
as our capricious ways;
some aversion to a script we found passé?
Did our whims come at odds
with our hypertrophied pride?
Did it have to do with our decorum?
Did it have to do with our composure?
Did we savor the vibrations
of our own voice?
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Lucky Star in the A.M.
03:56
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In the pale fire gloaming
the dusk rusted sky
You recited some lines from the book I had given you
We were waiting for some change in season
I turned my gaze back to the letter you’d left for me
We were all just hoping for some change in the scenery
You said you were taking
the Lucky Star in the A.M.
The photograph fading
under the shade of the London planes
The skin on your hands was rough with the winter
I cut your bangs beneath the lavender lingering
You brought back some sand from Maine in a mason jar
The happenstances have been adding up apocalyptic
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4. |
Fake Calder, Pt. 2
04:01
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Benjamin was on the road
He sent me a message, said that he missed me
The weekend was grey
The morning brought a dampening mist
And your eyes were watering with the breeze
The minutes slipped in the space between
Pull me nearer to you
Our stomachs rumbled, in the morning I put
birds in baskets, you made the bed
I’ve always had more words
than with which I knew what to do
But now none of them even nearly suffice
I laughed while you just closed your eyes
Catch me under your spell
I don’t ever wanna see her landing
Skyscraper number twenty-two
face-down on the bathroom floor
I don’t ever wanna see her landing
And your cat left a scratch right across my left arm
I handled your hair into a tangle of knots
And I’m not gonna lie
I laid the lightest load at your feet
And now I feel so fucking defeated
And now the cycles all just repeated
Pull me back into you
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5. |
Year of the Horseshoe
05:25
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A morning spent with salt and sun
Leave your shoes on while I go
Down
On you, I taste the ocean
I’ve got sand on my tongue
Now, now
Your lashes bat
the belfry empties
out and up into the glow
take your time to tell your secrets
show me things I shouldn’t know
a kiss was killed with complications
show me more before you go
Down, down
(Will you hold your disbelief before I sip the sap, you put your flesh between my teeth, you drink from my lips, I spill myself into you)
I lost myself in the map you drew
and tore to shreds, I couldn’t tell you
the tape for the turn of the year of the horseshoe
crab cake milkshake bottle cap corkscrew
The wasp was landing to lick your sweat
apricot seasick fishing nets
fresh cut grass scratch shoulder blades
cotton limbs and catching glances
a kiss on the mouth from the yellow roses
bow and arrow varicose veins
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Mondegreen
07:41
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I heard a passing mention
of a river in the north of Spain
and due to some misapprehension
I thought I knew the name
The axolotl’s gone for good
I waited for the flood the way she said I should
I built a bridge across the valley and wrote
our names upon the peaks
the way she said I should
At the aquarium
Looking through the glass
I saw a part of myself
Looking back
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Watching Terns
03:49
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Watching terns taking turns
taking dives
down into the lapping tide
Shaking sand from your hair,
shaking hands
with your dad by your side
We’ve made our fair share
of mistakes, but I don’t care
Just give this a chance
at last, or at least once more
Sleepy eyes suit you well
hold your breath between
New Hampshire and Maine
Chapped lips, cherry pits spit
into the scorching sand
You might still be confused
We’re lost but that’s okay
You know, I might wanna be used
Just don’t push me away
Sunburned, wheels turn,
the skin’ll peel,
rest your head on my chest
Watching terns, taking their turns
taking dives
down into the lapping tide
And we’ve made our fair share
of mistakes, but I don’t care
Just give this a chance
again, or at least this once
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8. |
Guessing at Animals
05:39
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The night I met her I was feeling kind of rough
It was the first week of January
but it felt a bit like May
She had moved down from Montreal
just the night before
And it felt like,
as if she,
as if she might have been to blame
for the aching
behind my,
for the aching
behind my eyes
And she drew lines on my hand
black ink over veins
we played tic tac toe on the subway
She put a circle in the corner
right across my knuckle bone
I put an X in the center
then I went home alone
(I put a circle in the corner
right across your knuckle bone
you put an X in the center
then you went home alone)
This is the first song
not about you
since the night with far too many songs
This is the first song
not about you
but it’s still for you cuz I am still a fool
This is the first song
not about you
since the night we shivered on the corner
This is the first song
not about you
it’s like raccoons in the chimney
(Hey Benny boy are you ready?)
(I’m not sure, not just yet. Can this go on a little more?)
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