1. |
Chewing Tabs
04:48
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At the end of the world
White cranes wade in the morning fog
They’re the first thing I see from the plane
I can’t explain the feeling
But it softens up the dread
There were bodies in the fog
Voices moving through the dark
Cops gathered up the block
Just waiting for it
You were trapped inside the rave
Acid track chewing up your brain
You were mouthin’ out a phrase
From a k-hole
Fire, regardless
I am trapped inside the sound
Of sirens turning in the dawn
I am lost outside your gate
Just waiting for you
I don’t know where else to go
God I don’t wanna be alone
When day breaks open like a yoke
Over the east bay hills
whom the night don’t kill
Well the days just keep on coming
like they’re never gonna quit
Every time another takes those hills
There’s a violence, there’s a guilt
Searching your name in a list of names
Rising over the house
White crane, your guardian angel
Come
Closer
Come
A soul does not contain
your body’s feathered fringe
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2. |
Bloodbrunch
04:40
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Red, white, baby blue
A skyline in repose
Like a Wedgewood silhouette
You could shatter with a stone
Bloodbrunch Waterfront
Club kids coming down
Like crows along the shore
Dosing out a bad trip
Well we can just dip into dawn
It makes me crazy to think of you lost inside...
Bloodbrunch Waterfront
Searching, searching, searching for something
In evergreen shock
Dressing the kids in a slaughterhouse fog
Exit, no exit
You can hear them sing along
More than a song
More than a symbol
More than a soul
Your name
More than a song
More than the sum of your soul
Your body, your perfect body
Dragging the gene pool for Lilian’s corpse
Daddy, no Daddy
Are you following? Are you following?
Dressed like a flag with no flame to unfurl
No country, no content, no exiting the song
Bloodbrunch Colony
All crystal in the sun
But underneath those brittle streets
The night goes on and on and on and
Underneath that underground
There’s a darkness you can’t breach
But you can feel it bleed through everything
From the klu-klux-klubs to the colonies
Bloodbrunch Colony
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3. |
Phantom Life
02:27
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Evening teeters on a palm
You find me in the kitchen
Our friends out on the lawn
You leave me
The words you couldn’t keep
A promise to be back soon
To visit in the spring
Your self-deceit
My disbelief
Well, they’re the same
Oakland
Rattles in a trunk
Wilts the lily transplant
Ghostly in the dusk
We leave it
Carefully unnamed
Tender in your music
Gilded by the bay
A phantom life is everlasting
And your ride, it’s outside
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4. |
Covert Arms
03:41
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Ricki told you I was in their nightmare
and the rings ‘round my eyes don’t disagree
We were on high last night and man that’s hardly alibi
What they felt, that’s real
We were underground on someone else’s nightmare
Our fever dreams slept to a beat
Music has proven to me
What I could never —
All I feel is real
Angel at the garden gate
A laugh beneath its mask
Gunmetal in the moonlight
You’ve been peeking at the end
California sun
What have I begun?
All of my desire
Buried in your sun
Rising with the night
You could never die
Easy on the eye
Hard against my thigh
Stop me with your tongue
Tell me what you’ve done
Stall it on your tongue
Faggot with a gun
I grow speedy
And you —
Well, we don’t gotta worry bout you
You’re on track
Come with friends and
Leave with enemies
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5. |
Lead Halo
04:17
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Too high to drive
Well you crash the car
Just leave it in the street
You crave the way your body shakes
Stained in the light of a neon chicken
Your face, like a mask
All sunken and numb
Pill unto pill
I cannot keep your pace
But if that’s what it takes you to pass
As the painter you could be by now
I fell for your sheer ambition
So sheer
Starts to show
Your habit below
I wanna trust that you really care
But all you do is stare into your burning sun
I wanna trust I was more than a cum for you
But all you ever do is run toward that morning light
Too drunk to drive
Well I call a car
Just leave you in the street
I crave the way your body aches for me
I forget there’s a world behind those buildings
When all I do is stare into your burning sun
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6. |
Rosemilk
01:42
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Ambient misery
So thick it’ll run down the pane
Our room in a rosemilk malaise
After the march
All Oakland arrested in rain
White crane in a glossy gymnasium
Too frail to admit my own grace
The threat to myself
So distant it fit in a phrase
Fuck the police
Thrown to the asphalt
Almost rapturous
Like it sets you apart
But there’s blue
In the bruise
Our boys
Left on you
It swells like a badge
Against your lily complexion
Pity you pawned your guitar for that drum machine
Nobody cries to a drum machine
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7. |
Simple Blade
03:20
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The money’s not great
But the money has meaning
Meaning I probably won’t come
to your show unless you put me on the list
Meaning
To be honest
I’ll likely show either way
Cuz I miss you
I miss you
Even though we’ve just kissed
Goodbye
The money is bad
But the money’s meaning
Meaning the money’s a matter that I can control
I mean I feel insane
About your simple blade
Against my simple face
A simple blade to trim
The tremor from my skin
I owe it to you to see this through
Oh I owe it to you to run it through
I wear my best shells to your show
But you don’t notice
The bruise on my neck
My baggy-eyed disclosure
I wear it all
For you to prove
Against a simple blade
You forged in mangled flame
Pressed up against my neck
Well I fall out the back of my head
I owe it to you to see this through
I owe it to you to see it through
Simple blade
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8. |
Horseback
02:34
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What I will become is not your nightmare
Fuck off inside that perfect head
Of Milk and Kisses
Kill the lights
They’re comin in
The kitchen window
While you sleep
I don’t dream of anything
The cross you’ve nailed above your bed
Craves a body — forgives, but don’t forget
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9. |
Tender Ums
03:34
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Oh there’s a hole in my chest
And a man in a velvet jacket
He prays in my father’s accent
Waking to a kinder sadness
on the floor of the airport chapel
to Mary’s empty arms
The body wasn’t made for this sort of placelessness
I check mine at the gate
wasn’t carved from the clay to be castaway
displaced till no places remain
I came to your eyes wide open
and apologize on impulse
Embarrassed to be seen by you
Your name is a kind of sadness
I will hold it on my tongue
There is safety in my quiet
I am helpless in my love
I will speak it only softly
The body wasn’t made for this sort of placelessness
Abandoned at the gate
Didn’t make with your own to grow strange like this
From the plane, I can see to your place
Didn’t claw at the gate to be damned like this
Your eyes, your hands, your face
Wasn’t carved from the crowd to just fadeaway
Till all that remains is a name
Your name is a far away place
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10. |
Club Dread
08:27
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I hear the gun go off
An afterlife
On the tip
Of your tongue
Club Dread drums from the fog
A fever pulse, a dull vibration
I call your phone it goes to voicemail
I call your phone it goes and goes and goes
Club Dread like nothing bleeds
Like baby gets what baby needs
Like violence couldn’t find us underground
Like each night’s an oyster world
A phantom life, a swallowed pearl
My girls and I, we lead our own designs
Unyielding to time
Lost in everlasting fog
Your body broken open
Oh you spine-tousled child of god
Life must not care for us
Sticky like a mango
Tapioca bellyache
Oakland to my West
I dream of you as distance
Though only longing remains
And love’s sapped my strength
I could never hold a smile
Like you held mine
After years, acting out against your care
I can barely say your name
Without a tremble in my voice
Heaven has changed
For every time the morning sun
Snuck up on us out here making off
There’s a coyness to that tender light
To undestroy you
Well you can waste our time
Anytime that you’d like
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