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Sub Ek
02:31
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And I talk shit cause I'm attached
It's no excuse. Just thought you should know Oh
And I talk shit cause I'm afraid to die
It's just how I get by for now
I just wanted to walk you home
And I'm done with this whole "folk scene"
An aversion to something?
No. It just does not move me. No, it does not move me at all
And I talk shit but this heart's getting bigger
Come in for tea
It's all one anyways
It's all one.
Anyways...
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It's been a complete shock to this capitalist heart that I carry inside my chest, and I've been listening to my records from left to right
And where will I run to when they've all run out?
And who will this heart sing to when there's no one else?
You always wanted to dance alone
Be careful what you're wishing for
A mirror-image two-step partner
Dancehall on the third floor
Sound system in The Annex now you know that you can't afford
To let go by your friends outside and you are stuck in isolation
I've been meaning to make you a mixtape for sometime but my tape deck's been on the fritz
I would have put that one Rad Hos song on that we both really like
Some Lola Beltran and yeah, definitely some Fun Boy 3
You always wanted to dance alone
Be careful what you're wishing for
A mirror-image two-step partner
Dancehall on the third floor
There's blood in the cracks of my knuckles
There's blood in the grooves of the wax
Grime beneath my fingernails
This is the new dancehall. This is the new dancehall
Sound system in The Annex
Sound system gonna bring me back up right
To let go by your friends outside and you are stuck in your apartment
To let go by your friends outside and you are stuck in isolation
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Et Na
03:48
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The greatest leap no one's ever seen
Across a plumbless sea I fly
Along the firmament into the Devil's Wind
It sticks a pin into the space behind my heart and "I" into my neck
And with this sex I'm born to die
Let go of what you think you know
The stone will roll and the heart will follow
For 20,000 years a breath of fresh fear
Your own personal Armageddon
It's like lasers, man, a peace that transcends
All "this and that" understanding
But if I have not love I'm just a clanging gong
A cymbal bash without the kick drum
Let go of what you think you know
The stone will roll and the heart will follow
Let go of the you you think you know
The eyes still roll but they're clearer now
All the monkeys' eyes in the slots in the fence
As we climb to catch the sunset
Torrero's sword in Nandi's flesh
Through the doorway I can see the vastness
Little Xmas T's are getting small
As Mama Etna begins to shudder
Calandra Larks flee the air
And I can see Tunisia from here
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Fear Amongst Friends
03:48
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I saw my brother
He was pissed on the hill
He was waiting on the Lord to come back
Like a predator for its kill
And on that hill
What transfigured in the cloud
God in drag going down on Elijah
But he didn't have the eyes to see
And there was fear among my friends
And I could taste it
You ask why the river boils
I ask why the dolphins sing
You see the market is on fire now
And the band keeps on marching
I can hear the separation in your voice
It's a certain quality of sound
And there's that Hindi squiggle in your eye
The Name tattooed on every bone around
And there was fear among my friends
And I could taste it
There was fear among my friends
And I could see my place in it
I am my brother's lover
In some sort of sense
And in their own ways
They were predicting the end
But I am not your thunder god
So take a saw to my neck
And when my head falls to the ground
So too this golden necklace of righteousness
And there was fear among my friends
And I could taste it
And there was fear among my friends
And my family
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What's the message?
Where's the ceremony?
Is the cat ever coming back?
Call you Moses the Conjuror with the jazz powders that you hide
In your pockets, they're so shallow. See the wallow in her weasel eyes
His lack of pace. Her lack of style. Doing backbends in the garage
He moves himself inside his fist. The mill needs some grist
Fleas on babies got perspective. Zen & catpiss in your house
She's the acid you never took. And you're wondering what to do
Now she's Moses the Wino watering lilies in her chest
Storing visions in the basement with the bombs overhead
I woke up in the Den of Sin and I would do it again
But we're just friends. Would you ever do it again?
The refrigerator is purring Oms as his head hits the pillow
He's still got that Andalusian knack for rolling cigarettes
Fire in the marketplace. On the bridge the white flag.
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Two Incan Queens
05:50
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Two Incan queens meet up at St. Isildore's
The one with the smoker's legs comes by the tracks
The other lives in a carriage house out back
Maria & Claire would cut each other's hair
Every Tuesday afternoon and then decide what to eat
They'd consult the I Ching
Two roosting crows like machines on the floor of the casino
Strumming their guitars
Sympathetic strings of love
Gandharvas from above
Oh poor Claire, from a hopeful despair
Walks to the river to drown herself there
And upon waking up from the most beautiful dream
She, on distant shore, standing there with dry feet
O Kali Ma. O Kali Ma
Two Incan queens croon the volcano to sleep
Maria with the tapping toes took to flamenco
Claire only sings boleros
(and she was singing):
"I don't want to renounce this world
I won't spin for aeons in the universe
All this wailing and gnashing of teeth
Can't you see I'm stuck here in the in-between?!"
(and Maria said):
"Look, o sweet Claire, fear is what makes the world go square
If you can't sport bliss now, in eternity what will you wear?"
Om Ram Ramaya Namaha!
Two Incan queens just drops in an endless sea
If you can learn to love yourself
You can learn to the love the Self of someone else
For those will ears to hear
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PepiLuciBom
01:39
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Había una vez como un sueño al revés
Tramposos quemaban las criollas
Bombero levántate. Ponte prisa en tu café
Las mucunas están en llamas
This is no tomb goof
Sisterfuckers always get their proof
Bring me something bring me his head
High heels on my feet
Glasses on so I can see
Pepi always gets her revenge
Oh what a sight to see!
Mon Joie! I am king!
My hand was the first one across the line
Two towers in the sky means two more hours till we arrive
Take me home and put me to bed
And when we fall asleep we dream we're fishes in the sea
Just swaying in the waves with smiles upon our face
And when we wake the sun is shining through the cracks
It hits our backs and we just laugh
Cause all of our friends are still fish
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Boyfriend why are you laughing?
Don't you see flashing in the rearview mirror?
See your face how looks like a ghost now
You should pull on over
It was weird to see you tonight
The Empire in the headlights
Here's to the Red, the Blue, and the White
You could be home with your kids and wife
Boyfriend I see you crying
No sense in hiding
Let the tears fall down your face now
You can shake it out
The ghost is gone now
The worst is over
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number9icaro
03:54
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I want golden things all the time
Not this shimmering in my eyes
I'm still mad about the wrong girl
She's like a burning ghat. That's why the river boils
They've surrounded the island
The only way out is orgasm
What Our Lady wants is consecration
What Our Lady wants
Of our embargoed hearts from desolation
What Our Lady wants
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Beach Godz
04:16
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Raptured in the backseat of a 95' Odyssey
Shoes but no feet
And at home an empty throne
You kicked me out of your car
And thankfully not your heart
We're all just playing our parts
And The Fool, he plays so well
At the beach the gods' veil unravelled in UV
A scroll washed up in a jar and we ate it all
And we didn't read
You picked up a handful of salt and mashed it all inside of your cheeks
The tongue between the teeth
How I'd give most things to be in those teeth
And she said "What if shit goes wrong? What if this is the end?"
A cloud in the view of the bright blue sky
And I screamed "What if shit goes wrong and it continues to bleed?!"
The sword runs us through and you remain in me
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This is where I go to dance against death
I haven't found my powerword yet
I hugged the pine again. The one that bleeds
I kiss its pitchy cheek and I fall into the dream
Where do I run to when I'm running from myself?
Bringing the boon back can be harder than the delve
Someday I'll meet the woman who speaks in tongues of gold
On Plastic Bird Mountain where the forests are made of combs
And I saw the goosebumps, Mary, as you rode through Coventry
Naked in protest where the four roads meet
I tried to pop them all. I tried to slay the beast
There is no I in team but there's "I" in everything
There where I go to be alone
With Mary and her planets and the neurons in the creek
Crows crow in cuneiform "The Charmer's Flute"
Slide on their bellies with pentagrams in their beaks
Sister Death and her teeth whiter than eyes
Dressed in 20 pile pigeon blue with Brother Fire
Will we speak in the tongues of quarreling lovers?
Will we get handsy as we stand before the gods?
This is where I go to dance into death
I traded in the cross. Put a maypole up instead
I make waves of birds as I'm howling at the dance
Taking my chance I'll stay in the woods with the devil
I leave an offering. I leave a part of me
A little navy bean and a lucky Yellow Spirit
I leave an offering. I leave a part of me.
Amsterdam Shag. White and black string
I leave an offering. I leave a part of me
Translucent blue glass stone. All my memory
I leave an offering. I leave a part of me
Lit holy stick. Tea candle from the shrine
I leave an offering. I leave a part of me
Gray jagged quartz and the climbing vine
I leave an offering. I take a part of You
Eyes whiter than teeth. A view of Sister Moon
I get the tingles when I say Your name
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12. |
Analogue Lemon
04:31
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There is a mountain and it's 6 by 6 by 6
Woven thread of warp by weft by wale a plaid blanket
Below the trees the lotus feet and karmal apple road
Knight Errant with uncooked seeds and her saxophone
Through the wash of burned out grass and fascist architecture
Round the stadium where machine guns murdered Victor
Now overgrown in tangerine and nicotine
Luci blows through splintered reed and turmeric stained teeth
Turn the corner where Trina was hit on her bike
She's the most beautiful ghost dancing in caves washed white
She takes the Hand of God of Diego who draws her close
The Tune of Forgetting is coming to its final notes
Almodovar please pray for us we have so far to go
The sun is bright but where she stands her shoes touch blood washed snow
On the parapet where Bud is dead and George is dead
Ravana Drumpf with his knee on the neck
At the peak the lemon tree
The scarf in the vulture's beak
Water activates the warbled tape a time machine
In the fruit the seeds all cooked
A terrible beauty
Unattached to everything Luci's always free
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Tom Hymn Grand Rapids, Michigan
Slinky folk trance garage punk from la Época de Oro.
Jugo + Rada Records
Order 'Songs From The Annex' cassette on J+R's site (link below)
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