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Pioneers
04:16
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O I mourn and yet exult, I am rapt with love for all
Walt Whitman Pioneers! O Pioneers! 1865
Bussed into the woods, with a bag of books,
The mirror-driver claiming vanguard.
Formative experience, hot summer long
From asphalt mallow pillow
To last pants off onto-party.
Whiskey butter,
Green-back-a-dollar,
She don't give a damn.
Queen pirate,
Worker bee,
Single, full and fitted sheets.
Any ice-cream face
Proves easy melting
Baby boy show off the monsters you designed during a lecture
On the crisis in the furniture and the twenty pound tenet familiar.
Parastitic pioneers, disturbed little insect creatures
Left rafter for sofa, but blood-suckers don't live long 'round here, Pioneer.
And any ice-cream face
Proved easy melting
Elite hustling Pioneers,
Flipping off the frackers
On the way to Diana's Place,
For waffles and pancakes.
It seems to make perfect sense,
In the thickly dark and intimate territory.
In these woods at night, you might meet somebody.
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Shit Tips
06:39
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He came from service quarter Oceania,
Mother raised him on steamed milk,
She held the wand inside his baby bottle
Until it turned to wedding silk.
Dad taught him how to 'like'
How to filter and make lists
How to confidence code
And build narcotic comfort blankets.
He remained at the cafe training centre
From 0 until 16.
When he reached the regional finals
He was like nothing they'd ever seen.
So they encouraged him out to the old world;
Admin territiory,
To those funny old hippies
Who've been thinking differently
Since the pop-rock century.
As he flew over 'production'
He thought he heard somebody complain.
He closed his eyes, pulled down the blind and sighed,
As ephemera enveloped the plane.
He practiced cappuccino
On the vanity ward
His uniform was just a pair of headphones,
He could even afford
To go to the downtown civil war!
In a bar inside a salon, in a shoeshop, in a gym,
Adrenaline fuelled him for a while.
Still he scooped the mayonnaise into the dish with dirty fingers
Now and then to raise a smile.
Baby Dino and Blow-Up-Man hit the scene
Looking for a photograph.
He drained the machine and wondered what they might do
With those over-sized body parts.
As his uniform played some Benedictine chant,
He thought he might as well just ask.
His face was swiftly smashed into the floor, on video,
Don't you remember? Did you see it? Did you laugh?
Don't you remember? Did you see it? Did you laugh?
Don't you remember? Did you see it? Did you laugh?
She waved her hair extensions
Like some kind of flag
She tried to leave the building,
Riding Blow-Up-Man,
Bare foot and piggy back.
As he picked his teeth out of the hot chocolate mix
He said:
"I'm not going to get angry,
You'd only love it if I did.
Fly me out to fantasy,
Playing in a band called "Shit Tips."
And everybodys playin our hit:
"Why don't you want me to be happy?
Why don't you throw some money at me?
I'll wear my body like a costume for you,
Baby.""
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3. |
Souvenirs
05:11
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Here I am reception
Here I am presentation
Here I am a flexible chameleon
Reserving a room
For a glamorous police description
(I'm still paying to be)
Leaving such
An avant-hotel
Is to remind myself
That I'll never find another lover quite like you
Just a plastic alligator and a 'nice' matchbook.
The firm went business trippin'
Called up for room service
They're feeling luxury,
They're feeling MTV
She's only 23,
And so much at ease,
(in the melancholy)
Bubble-bath
An avant-hotel
Is to remind myself
That I'll never find another lover quite like you
Just a plastic alligator and a 'nice' matchbook.
So I quit it to go travelling
Half way 'round the world
But they stopped me at the airport,
She said it seemed absurd
She said: "True love'll get you laid, if that's what you came here for,
but you've got to be paid, to stay in this hotel boy
I'll give you three months and no more."
Crayola bitter sweet
Was the soundtrack
Baiting the multiplayer
Hercules fantastic.
Sat at the buffet
With a complimentary breakfast,
Iced tea and cocoa,
The cookie warm in your hand
(waiting to be)
Working at such
An avant-hotel
Is to remind myself
That I'll never find another lover quite like you
It makes no difference if you've got a lover
It makes no difference if you've got a friend
When you leave the party alone
Your gonna feel that same way again
I'm a conquering souvenir
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W.R.H.D.R.W
04:10
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"Work really hard, and do really well",
That's just what you said we'd do,
But my every third thought diverts me to you,
Some kind of membrane collapsed in me, This much i can tell.
When I thought to write,
You were still on my pillow,
You were still in my room. Though you left me in a freak arctic winter,
May you always leave too soon.
Airport Belle,
Thrill me,
With your constant holiday again.
I thought we might be blessed by restlessness,
But now I just want you to stay.
Moderately, melodiously,
The over-engine economy harmony.
The distant drones of fully loaded jets.
In this arrivals lounge, I'm not even waiting for you.
Am I to be some kind of antique TV breed?
Constantly hoping for an American summer?
As if my ringing ears haven't raised me,
To want it, to steal away,
To be born all over again,
And again, and again, and again and again and again.
Airport Belle,
Thrill me,
With your constant holiday again.
I thought we might be blessed by restlessness,
But now I just want you to stay.
I'm calling again.
I see you on a screen,
That stammers and suddenly stops moving,
When the money runs out.
My sugar-high stomach,
Tight as clean sheets,
That are too hot, or more often too cold,
And blue, blue without you.
A little too late to belong to the 'tube',
But i'm still searching, searching for you.
And what do I find but another young mans channel,
Australian heartbreak that looks like the midlands to me,
I'm just waiting,
For your peace,
For another city,
For a meeting beneath the smokeless chimney of a super gallery,
And maybe a kiss from you in public.
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I've worked 35 years on this
Encylopedia
Could you spend time here?
Pushed against the speaker?
Dark and dusty mineshaft
Galactica
Any old amount of time
Trust the boy to write that line
Chip away
The head of a pin
We've good amenities
Some lovers drawn on their knees
Lack of light for cutting carbon
Revelation: You and Me
The food's good locally
Where pen met paper
Now stop, I don't need to understand
How the party trick works, the sleight of hand.
I know that lawn furniture's no good
Covered in snow
And words without action never to heaven go.
But still no polytope,
No poem,
No business plan,
No leisure-park-lovin',
No more lessons from the bandstand
Voices out of nothing, good trick
My lonely hieroglyph
I press my uniform
From this lumpy bed
Moving together now
Think I'm dancing with Hypatia
Let's go to the movies
It's meant to be a true story
Looking out for one another
Maybe i'll step on your toe
Shall I get the car?
Going on and on
A mutual endeavour
Again and again
Where does it begin?
It's a drummer's crush
Now stop, I don't want to understand
How you could ball up the dry grass, and set it alight in your hand.
I know that lawn furniture's no good
Covered in snow
And words without action never to heaven go.
But still no polytope,
No poem,
No business plan,
No leisure-park-lovin',
No more lessons from the bandstand.
I saw a spooky ad, Perhaps the spookiest: "Home is all the leading brands for 60% less!"
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Clytie
04:33
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What is a song if I can't call you on the phone?
An entertaining advert?
A label of my own?
A sullen polar bear?
Like Clytie in the sun?
A tiny silver chip caught in my tum like bubble gum?
I know, but nevertheless
What is a home, with no one to keep it warm for?
A sleepless bedroom aria?
(Wearing your coat in doors,)
An ode to a black sun feeling,
That crept across my ceiling,
Like the slowly moving light cast by a night-time street sweeper?
And what's an education,
If you've left it like a moron?
Believing there'll be laughter after
We're all well long gone.
There's no excuse for cynicism
If it fits you like a gall stone
Bloodless growth without nutrition
A position I don't want.
Nevertheless,
The comments boards all said it sounded self-righteous;
You were forgotten.
So you moved to the sea,
And every Christmas eve,
In timeless yuppie costume I saw you shopping.
Nevertheless,
The comments boards all said it sounded self-righteous.
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