1. |
Musque
02:38
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Well I made my home in California sand,
Amass in khaki garbage,
assigned a box that read "Ad development"
A phrase scrawled on manila walls said
"We're snake-oil salesmen"
And I'm slinging topical lotion,
That grows back hair and skin
If he feels he's right at home...
Then you failed your fellow man.
Now some time has passed and I have buried my reservations,
It's filled my troth full of fodder,
and paid off my subscriptions,
Until that Aryan prick points over my shoulder and begins to say
"That's where I'll build my mansion.Right above the wave's crest and the plate tectonic stretch that's sure to swallow man"
Now I'm thumbing through utensils on my desk,
Looking for where to stab him.
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2. |
Sam's Song (Galaxy 500)
04:42
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Hopper painted the sound,
Of a woman's sigh,
A page turned.
Longevialle lens of red and blue curves,
Cold.
And distant.
They look idly past my shoulder,
Why are they so indignant?
They glance idly 'round their frames,
Making reality seem strange.
They look around their frames at me,
I wonder what they're thinking?
Hopper painted the women of eternity,
at our mortal thoughts they wink,
They don't mean to ignore you,
They're just giving you space to think,
They look idly past my shoulder.
Why are they so indignant?
They glance idly round their frames.
Making reality seem strange.
They look around their frames at me.
I wonder what they're thinking?
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3. |
Ode to the Non-Person
03:04
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I was born in a jar,
Spilled over the bartop,
Cast among the living like a stone sinking in the Columbia,
The first light that touched me,
Was a hissing red marquee,
It bleached me of purpose & reason,
I was a marvel among sailors,
They can have me in any way they want,
Against a will I never had,
It's an ode to the non-person
The Sailor's grip left prints along my wrists,
I hope they see it,
When they find my sunken vessel,
His face was sandpaper across my neck,
He was so close,
I could hear the grit of his teeth,
And in the fashion I came here,
I'll leave here,
A mess that someone else made.
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4. |
Yr Not Invited
02:56
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It's the passing of time,
and it's feeling immeasurable,
I'll take no stock in what you lack,
and omit the the part you don't like
Guess I'm feeling alright,
but these things are intangible,
I'll put my hand right through my head,
I'll put my hand right through my head,
It's a party and...
You're not invited.
It's the passing of time,
and it's feeling immeasurable,
I'll pull your head right from your ass,
to stick it right in the sand,
It's a passion for crime,
It's a comic betrayal,
with the wool over your eyes,
could you hear the night go wrong?
It's a party and...
You're not invited.
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YUVEES Portland, Oregon
Portland,Oregon proles making noise.
Brendon (Sonny)
Broome
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Riley Mclaughlin
Hadrian Ringstad Kindt
Booking: yuveespdx@gmail.com
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