1. |
Sheknow's Weather
04:27
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one man said weather
makes him feel small
he sees how insignificant
we all really are
but i would say the weather
runs down my cheek
blows through my hair
and i remember
it is all mine, and yours, and ours
the sun has risen just for me
fill my chest with a sense of
glory
so which one is it
how small are we
or is it the same feeling described differently
Sheknow's Weather's in me
Sheknow's raining...she's happy
Sheknow's sky re-lives me
I only wanna make Sheknow happy
Clear free fields of phantoms
let dark mists spring forth
out the moldy steamy earth
i'll re-enchant falling
orange skirts
pieces of home
pockets of blood
blooming in a wooden live neuron
10,000 leaves
10,000 mana … loa!
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2. |
Lo Siento
02:47
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I'm broke but I dont care
I've got one more smoke
one more token
3 more lives
before I die
burst some vessel
in my video sky
So
hold it
just
hold it in
although your head may burst
it's just bombs bursting
hold it
just hold it in
retain his harsh cursing
whole day spent shot
sitting and burning
crackling in my mirror
brooding
eyes swallowed by
black hole bags
unclean
undead
retina red
got no home but her hard bed
got no home but my swollen head
cause she drives hard bargain
for erotic sleep
non-verbal seep jargon
only a way for my tongue to know you
only a way for my fluid to cool you
eternal summer calls me on forward
to quench passions
associations melt
in hot intercourse
cold pavement
stone reflection
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3. |
Gold Rush
03:42
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running back
towards lost sun
the wise man came
seeking freedom
its a freedom never lost
its a freedom only found
thinking they were the chosen ones
to do with us what they please
treating us worse
than even the animals
receiving no illumination
from the source
which bleeds
but "there's gold in them there hills boys"
(said the color from out of space)
and you know what that is
something to fear
because if she runs free
with the natives
then why do I
try to make
every untidy thing
so neat
tie my neck just right
and swallow my tears
green and bloating
fear seeking release
from behind pressed lips
her hips run free
on the breeze of ancient
savage tongue
wise to the trick of
unthreading
wise to the trick of
the super-sonic soul-drumming
imagine a time
when the static runs
thick
cracks a whip
on horses back
the rhythm
the drummer
rides and we follow
all natural things
take voices
the key is protection
the prize is the self
rising triumphant up
over indifference
my birth-right is
desire
come on one true lover
lets ride it
into the untamed weather
her hips run free
on the breeze of
ancient savage tongue
wise to the trick
of unthreading
wise to the trick of the
super sonic soul strumming
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4. |
The Fly
03:50
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how long before the sleep now
my love
how long before sleep now
the fly
having lived
one day of life is ready
to surrender to the silence
so how long before the heat now
my love
how long before heat now
the red-purple passion
burning to jump trains
in the middle of the night
like a million flies
almost all at once
rushing into the station
so how long before too late now
my love
how long before the train now
my love
the skin, nose, nails yearning
to heal the static
of breathing in
the morning
how deep into the eye now
my love
how deep into I now
my love
the hive in cave
the buzz in body
all now ready
to beat the retreat
like a million flies
almost all at once
rushing into the station
how long before the retreat now
my love
how long before train now
my love
the sound of fall
traffic and rain
the sound of old vinyl
popping again
the sound of the wheel
on the track distracts me
like the static in an
old song reminds me
so how long before the pop now
my love
how long before
POP!
like a million flies
almost all at once
rushing into the station
quite like the fly
ready am i
ready am I
quite like the fly
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5. |
Concrete Dawn
04:31
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strange fall weather
concrete dawn
turns to burning
holes into my lawn
the water
once having free range
follows the track
of the drain
to mix with the
concrete
forgotten into the ocean
we push our sins away
and her face
longs to be free
and her bosom
longs to be free
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6. |
Almost 7
03:07
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This early in the morning
I remember The Horned One
Smoke rises
Burns tongue
Nose dripping
Reminds me I’m human
Gagging
This early in the morning
I remember cards dealt
Glinting
sharp
edges
First echoes of stillness
Winking at me
(tick tick tick)
654
I receive the broach
(It's a)
Living micro-verse
(Its got)
Never ending edges
In
mobius
Orange!
656 I remember Lucifer
Her skin so soft
And
creamy white !
She’s bringing light
She’s bringing silent Buzz
The dawn of day
Sets into my cells
Trying to hold the creeps at bay
From behind windows
grown together
I see
there are strength in numbers
How I am so many yet
so few
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7. |
Difference Engine
04:58
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Ash filled jar
Chain of smoke ember
Loss of self
Cherry burnt desire
Out my hands she went
Never coming back to heal
The split
So,
Wrap me up in a blanket
Drop me in the ground
Let the worms have there way
I’ll be coming round
Like a stone to the force of gravity
fall
Will renew all
It’s a difference engine
It’s a very big difference engine
Makes a big difference in june
And maybe Benjamin Franklin
Was more than freepressin’
So wrap me up in a blanket
Drop me in the ground
Let the worms have there way
I’ll be coming round
To see her orange hair
Blooming there
Pieces of her
Falling
Everywhere
Rake her into a pile and then
Feed her into herself again
We will be married
Come the falling wind
Through difference engine
Cold corpses are fuel
Her death is my
Renewal
Her cells are transfusions
From body to soil
And if I put my ear to the ground
I’d swear I hear you coming round
Coming round your coming round
Speaking to me through the ground
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8. |
Freeway
02:49
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the fountain speaks
in silver tongued
sentences
which lie between
!!!cracks in our smiles!!!
opens new moments
of silence
the pressure
the pressure
building to bursting
numb seeing
blurred feeling
10,000 rainbows
glimmering
each with a different name
where once there was only a
freeway
never any pull of
gravity
the teeth of time
sink into me
and I hear wheels
are a slippin'
wet pavement
yellow strip dividing
what is me from
what is not me
and at this speed i cannot see
what is me from
what is not me
as the yellow has
!!!shot through!!!
into one
unbroken lined view
its a 2-way
street to go
filled with substance
defined by shadow
so take your name off and dance with me
majik
is my
middle name
spoke with the clouds
talked with the rain
10,000 rainbows
glimmering
each with a different name
where once there was only a
freeway
never any pull of
gravity
the 'christian' cross
sinks into me
when condemning
my 6th sense
wanna throw away my crucifix
humanity is innocent
one white god makes little sense
mine are in the trees
flowing through the breeze
like monkeys
so take your name off and dance with me
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9. |
*Freeway (solo demo)
02:52
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10. |
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how long before the sleep now
my love
how long before sleep now
the fly
having lived
one day of life is ready
to surrender to the silence
so how long before the heat now
my love
how long before heat now
the red-purple passion
burning to jump trains
in the middle of the night
like a million flies
almost all at once
rushing into the station
so how long before too late now
my love
how long before the train now
my love
the skin, nose, nails yearning
to heal the static
of breathing in
the morning
how deep into the eye now
my love
how deep into I now
my love
the hive in cave
the buzz in body
all now ready
to beat the retreat
like a million flies
almost all at once
rushing into the station
how long before the retreat now
my love
how long before train now
my love
the sound of fall
traffic and rain
the sound of old vinyl
popping again
the sound of the wheel
on the track distracts me
like the static in an
old song reminds me
so how long before the pop now
my love
how long before
POP!
like a million flies
almost all at once
rushing into the station
quite like the fly
ready am i
ready am I
quite like the fly
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Steven Martinelli Washington
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