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the engineer
04:14
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rough mood
beautiful morning
in lieu
of mourning
I embrace
all this decay
how is the
dream unraveling?
been having
soft traveling
saw the picture
knew you’d been there
aftermath
recurring
framework
unfolding
could you be
the engineer?
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2. |
am i dreaming now?
04:43
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astronomer
or piano tuner
ride with me
through that brick wall sooner
or later
like a ghost
we pass through
time zones
with a random cuckoo
through the glass
with a squealing sound
say hello
am I dreaming now?
cut the wires
that hold us down
float away
homeward bound
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3. |
it all comes down
05:55
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there is a depth behind the eyes
that only comes from reflection
in bold relief, untold release
sweetly circumvent perfection
right to the heart, clean to the quick
see this life in section
I have a pool in my head
of elegant misapprehension
it all evaporates
before my vacant stare
a blurry afterimage
hanging in the air
then it all comes down…
it all comes down
to the way she moves
static beauty doesn't move me
like the line drawn by the tilting of her head
she speaks a melody directly
to part of me I thought of as dead
waves in slo-mo shake me in
sympathetic (somatic) mimicry
the bitter taste in my mouth
anchors the sound in memory
I turn away, you talk to me
but I'm not there
encircled by the curve
she traces in the air
then it all comes down…
it all comes down
to the way she moves
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4. |
homunculus
04:38
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why not you
why not me
another boom
and be set free
ripped from the head
lines cannot be crossed
we know just how
you like your cookies tossed
a sell-abrasion
with the cracker-fire
cracklin’ rat racing
on the fastest wire
buy it here
light it now
celebrate the mite
upon your brow
do you see god as cosmic
homunculus?
an agent of apparent
arbitrariness
see your god as cosmic
homunculus
and consent to parental
arbitrariness
the old one-two
for the bourgeoisie
with a bigger screen
you can really see
sharper lines
crisp flesh tones
you’ll want to reach out
and touch the bones
you’ll want to eat
you’ll want to drive
to get your honey
fresh from the hive
a busy worker
to be fulfilled
put a buzz on
there’s time to kill
Major Matt Mason
taught me what to show
simulated progress
simulacra are go
we have cognition
empto ergo sum
question absorbancy
‘n book the king a room
anthropomorphic prince appalled
victory was his
but there’s no business at all
like the ol’ prole biz
can’t say no to the lure
of the bother and fuss
we have met the enemy
and he is us
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5. |
indirect behavior
05:21
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if you could be persuaded
if you can bear the brunt
of my indirect behavior
and barelt detectable stunts
it wouldn't be the first time
i barged in on the throes of doubt
but the last thing i want to do now
is to freak you out
if my explicitly simplistic
missive missed the mark
you can come down now, i'll find another
tree up which to bark
if i built a bridge, a door, a backyard
installation for my heart
could you cross, walk through, admire
and not be torn apart
for lighting candles in the rain
fodder for the arts
carry that torch, tool, the trick is
not minding that it smarts
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6. |
a touch on the nose
04:32
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i didn't know a touch on the nose
could tell me so much
n'est plus la même chose
there's and old book
that needs to be closed
you could write a new one
and i would trust
you to be bold
i hear what you're saying
now i wanna see your lips move
did i hear you praying
for the gentle ones?
now there's a righteous storm
brewing inside you
the breeze is warm
on my ear a caress
great humble dreams
walking into the morning
joy unbounded
still, without form
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7. |
you don't drive me crazy
04:03
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is something missing
if you don't drive me crazy?
in the throes
of irrational craving
i don't want
to give in, but i'm caving
why the heck not
tied in a heart string
i know i shouldn't
be doing the right thing
shaving fairies
with Occam's razor
falling into
a pit of favor
sacrifice or
imbalance hormonal
what does a guy
have to do to be normal?
you can be stripped
of your inalienable rights
hovering threat
if the oddball is too bright
drugs to help you
fit in, be productive
bigger patterns
must not be deducted
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8. |
rarefaction
05:07
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momentum
square of
velocity
thrown together
diffraction reveals
inner structure
a deep fraction
tunnel through
rarefaction
simplest question
interlocking
a clue
rotating
forthcoming
upwelling
spherical wave
compression and
rarefaction
frere jacque ensues
are you sleeping?
global pillow
sound refracting
listen, sinking
to the core
expanding
in seven directions
rarefaction
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9. |
think of higher things
04:55
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slip into the old routine
clicking whirring thought machine
40 years to turn the tide
bright idea on a dark slide
think of higher
think of higher things
casting a pall over old so long
casting call for the part so wrong
casting light through the Sturm und Drang
casting doubt on the whole shebang
life is sweet but sometimes
indigestible
in pursuit of a dream, sometimes we're
insufferable
true to yourself and/or truly
incorrigible
making a stand on moral ground
indefensible
eyed with suspicion, eyed with lust
vied for position, violated trust
face was saved, butt was covered
shit went down while the angels hovered
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10. |
foolish angel of fear
03:57
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where are you hiding
my foolish angel of fear?
treading on the slippery will
human trials of freedom pill
why are you laughing
my dour harbinger of doom?
hounding seven basking seals
slipping on banana peels
who are you teaching
my lone doppelganger of pep?
public hanging at the mall
half again is twice as small
how are you paying
my glittering rocker of pride?
give your shoes for industry
hold an old time thrashing bee
when will you get there
my beatnik messiah of shame?
half developed coffee crush
conflationary theory pushed
what are you made of
my little boy bullseye of trust?
badger guts and gecko feet
marinated in defeat
now are you lusting
my dogged nose-grinder of care?
hanging out the pirate sheet
ululating in the street
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11. |
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celebrate the bittersweet
because the cold's not pain
and the pain's not cold
can you let go
of the suffering
that built your soul
tell me true
and i'll be true
to what i don't know
shiver down my spine
muscular contractions
generating heat
celebrate the bittersweet
because the cold's not pain
and the pain's not cold
i'm crushing this illusion
i'm calling in the keepers
it's all energy
celebrate the bittersweet
because the cold's not pain
and the pain's not cold
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12. |
all scattered
04:14
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dissolution & fertility
bluster & tranquility
disappointment & new liberty
distraction & possibility
all blown away
all scattered
wonder & incredulity
hopefulness & delusion
randomness & uniformity
definition & conclusion
all blown away
all scattered
gender & sexuality
symmetry & duality
importance & necessity
voila! & open sesame
all blown away
all scattered
critique & parody
gravity & levity
haunting & memory
orbit & escape
all blown away
all scattered
the old familiar alien
exit as we enter
paradise & utopia
there is no more center
all blown away
all scattered
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adam griffen Bellingham, Washington
adam griffen- experimental folk pop.
vsmqu?- experimental instrument builder, noise, ambient, improvisation, etcetera.
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