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Winter of a Skull
02:57
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Here in the Mojave
Where the sun is not your friend
Leave behind your body
Like a snake will do its skin
Blown across the sand
Forbidden moon, forgotten wind
Winter of a skull
Lured out past the buoys
More lost than you have ever known
The undertow will lead you
To a desert of its own
Bury you in driftwood,
Marry coral to your bones
Chapel of the salt
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2. |
Burn it All
04:44
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Go ahead
Go ahead
Light these words and run
Hold the smoking gun
Go ahead
Go ahead
Close your eyes and bleed
Life into the dream
Go ahead and burn it all
Wick, wax, wood, flesh, bone,
Everything
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Memory Eraser
03:25
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You’ll need my strength, Ana
You’ll need it soon
You cross yourself
When you enter the baby’s room
You’ll never sleep soundly
You’ll lie and recreate
The Scene anew
This time, be sure to lock the gate
This is a memory eraser. In time, you’ll
Convince me the words you used were mine
This is a bulb burning out in your mind
Miniature eclipse in gold and white
And I feel your breath moving
From across the room
It moves through me,
I can actually hear it move
You’ll need my luck, Ana
You’ll want this charm
You’ll need it more,
More than the rabbit needs its arm
This is a memory eraser in time
Convince me the words you used were mine
This is a memory eraser in time
Time
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Black Fin
02:48
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I make a bad impression
Hollow wooden hand-
Shake and dead shark’s eyes
Pleased to meet you alive
I want to know your hobbies
I want to know your sign
I am a piece of shrapnel
Working my way into your mind
The black fin appears
And they clear the beach
And the sun comes down
I can almost reach you now
Back in the Farolito
Sipping dry vermouth
Rocking a plastic baby
Nursing a missing tooth
I write my name on matchbooks
And leave them on the ground
I scratch my name in mirrors
Maybe you’ve seen me around
And the moon climbs high
Back into its nest
And the sun comes down
I can almost
Reach
You
Now
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5. |
Reclaim The Dust
02:55
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In the shallows, warmed
By the Jesus rays
The racist mountains
Red with iron ore
It's here
Where nature ends
In these circuits
Temporary memories
Of passing friends
Unpin your fears
Let them fall to rest
Here in the snow
Said the open window
And as I pace this room
And I have always paced
I don't know why I do
I think of you
Smoking in your chair
As you wait to hear a disembodied voice
I am waiting too you know
Reclaim the dust
Lift it high above us
Said the spring
To the young foals lapping
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A book you read to fall asleep
Fragile filament of memory
Spider web over a tree
The morning never really came
Still at the station in the freezing rain
Awaiting some ungodly train
And this is what it sounds like
And this is how you feel
And you've convinced yourself it's real
There are no witches left to hunt
They wire-tap me at a restaurant
It's a confession that they want
A confession only rats can hear
In a darkened tavern when the smoke has cleared
You're just another souvenir
Take your lucky ashes from the Wednesday mass
Trembling, take your chance as the voyeurs pass
An opera glass between worlds
That affords
A perfect view of your room
There's a swan in your room
And your senses have burst
Just the first
In a succession of sighs
You get smoke in your eyes
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