1. |
Constellation
03:02
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what are the odds
that kings and gods
and beasts like us
would live forever
cast among the stars
probably worse than you even thought
a ball of gas
a hundred trillion miles away
from us and from each other
wouldn’t it be nice if
they knew
but how could they
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2. |
Heaven is Still
04:51
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when blinding stars begin to fade
and the last echoes of a radio civilization
are still gently dissipating
into the emptiness outside
there will only then be peace
which sounds like hell
when heaven is still and cold
to be forgotten
less than dust
so how do you wake up tomorrow
and go to work anyway
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3. |
Stage Whisper
07:01
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make sure it’s just loud enough
to be heard in darkened rooms and cross your fingers
that the spotlight catches
the tear on your cheek
to illuminate your insecurities
your affect
and your empathy
all in the right place
so who couldn’t relate
to every telegraphed insecurity
and empty insight to insinuate
that you’re okay
that it’s their fault
so stay in your shell
and say again what you already know
and maybe one day
they’ll hear your whispers too
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4. |
Whilom
05:53
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through sullen eyes
sore and red from weeping
he looks back in anger as he leaves again
and chokes it down
and lashes out
to keep away
so two hundred years later i can say...
…
what’s the appeal
of the byronic hero
defiance on his brow
so we can envy
the release of dropping out
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5. |
Rebuke
05:59
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it starts with saying no
like a child
obsessed
with your newfound control
for hunger strikers
for the dirty protests
for chains rusted into trees
you can start any time
and cry out
and break your life apart
to let a little light in
and start getting used to it
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6. |
Song for a Frieze
06:05
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whether i like it or not
everything outside is decoration
and though i can understand
the value of another
all the great collective tragedies
or what we make of history
is a series of friezes
no souls in the figures
scenery in the distance
even if painted with blood
so, a thousand people
turn to red paint
in your pocket, all the time
going by like garbage in the river
see them go
it’s all exhausting
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