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WORKING ON MY NOVEL
08:03
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Fifteen hours and fifteen days
Was all your fragile mind could take
Before it crashed to ground
Like broken glass.
But I don’t mind.
I’m working on my novel
Feels like I’m almost done.
A grown man on a child’s bike,
A Radio Flyer in tow
Strapped and stacked to high
With all his shit.
In this haze
I can barely see him at all.
I’m working on my novel
Feels like I’m almost done.
Underneath the smoke-screened sun
All washed out in LSD
Should have known the trip I’m on
Would end with a fall.
Long past our days
When stadiums stand rusted red
Shelled and dead, shipwrecked
Against the sky
Still dawn cries
Crimson tears for no one.
I’m working on my novel
Feels like I’m almost done
I’m working on my novel
Like I’ve just begun.
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2. |
DRONES
05:12
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Zenana
Zenana
It’s just a matter of time before we come undone.
It’s just a matter of time before we fall apart.
Your hands, your feet, your heart, your teeth
Are lying in the middle of the street
And the drones move past your bones.
It’s just a matter of time before we come unwound.
It’s just a matter of time before we fall asleep.
Your dick, your chest, your neck, your head
Are lying in the middle of the bed
And the drones move past your bones.
Confusion is a luxury only the young afford,
And you, you’re not so young anymore.
From your head to your kicks
You’re marked with a 666.
Al-Shaytan Al-Ahkbar
Al-Shaytan Al-Ahkbar
And the drones move past your bones
Zenana
Zenana
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3. |
FLOWERS
07:43
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(references and paraphrases dialogue in The Holy Mountain by Alejandro Jodorowsky)
The earth falls over you
She covers you with love
Surrender you body
Surrender your bones
Return what was loaned to you
Give up your pleasure
Give up your pain
Surrender your hate and what you desire
You’re not alone
The grave receives you with love
The dawn breaks
Prepares a bloom
Its perfume is your blood
Look at the flower
Look at the flower
For the first time
You’re your own father
Your own mother
Your own child
Your own perfection
You’re not alone
The grave receives you with love
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4. |
SUMMER'S DREAM
05:12
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Hear my song
If I could never sing again
I could never let you down
Hear my drum
Beat a rhythm tenderly
Like life beneath winter’s ground.
Summer’s dream
Everything in flower for now
Beneath the evergreens
Hear my voice
If I could never sing again
Beat the drum for my dead air
Take my hand
If I could never dance again
You would never see me fall
Hold me now
Everything falls silently
Like petals on autumn ground
Summer’s dream
Everything in flower for now
Beneath the evergreens
Take my hand
If I could never dance again
Beat the drum for my languor
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5. |
FAREWELL
05:00
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You are the morning sun
You are the shepherd’s spring
You are the sound of rain on wheat
You are the autumn moon
You are the fall’s retreat
You are the seeds beneath your feet
We bid farewell to the mountains and streams
We pack our beds and we pack our sheets
To all of my good friends and to my enemies
We bid farewell and hit the streets
And still you are the sun
And still you are the moon
I am the distance between
We bid farewell to the mountains and streams
We pack our beds and we pack our sheets
To all of my good friends and to my family
We bid farewell and hit the streets
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6. |
LOW GREY
09:49
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Never changes the sound
Never changes the name
Never leaving the ground
Like ancient remains
Never worries the mind
Never moves in the dirt
Never bothers to heal
Never bothers to hurt
The sirens in red awash in low grey
And the feet falling slow in a walmart parade
By the light of a screen, some fluorescent hour
The saddest houseplant blooms a flower
Never feeling the ground
Never feeling the rain
Never seeks to be found
Like ancient remains
I saw you in red
Awash in low grey
You reached out your hand
Let it fall to your side
The sirens in red awash in low grey
And the feet falling slow in a walmart parade
By the light of a screen, some blue tinted hour
The saddest houseplant blooms a flower
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(Ben) Von Wildenhaus Seattle, Washington
Von Wildenhaus is from SEATTLE, WA. Billie Bloom, vocals. Ben von Wildenhaus, guitar, vocals. Caleb Thompson, acoustic guitar, vocals. Andru Creature, rhythm, contraption, Aaron Harmonson, bass, synth, recordings. Jon Sampson, saxophones, pianos.
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