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My Marantz
06:58
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Question
Are you into design
You and I are data-mined and fine to be amused
Notified anew to keep our glazed gaze well trained
I’m a real voice here
A depiction of myself yea I’m true content
My Marantz and my public plans
Proclamations and my fans
Your inside subscribed behind my eyes
Aren’t I supposed to change what’s in me
I don’t have conversations anymore
I’ve been saying the same thing over and over aren’t I supposed to change
Council gave again definitions dressed
Anecdotes and allegories nothings sinking in
I read around the edges I don’t learn anything
I’ve decided already exactly how I feel
See me at and with partially exist
From in a server farm
A filter for a day reverence edited
Solemn for a spell a thread or two to the most use
You’re a good prospect for the brand
You see people are beneath what anyone could be
You’re a breeze in a daze on a binge in a loop
Plunking wit in little bits and fits of earnestness
A cat in a cap and a baby in a boot and a favorite thing to you
News you want pictures of browsing heinous casualties
Half read and recommended now you think you’ll care for awhile
You’re a breeze in a daze on a binge in a loop
My attempts make no sense they make no sense
Anchor them thin in air
I followed up but I am nowhere close
I wonder was it that which I would even want if given
I’m paging through eyes flirt and flutter
Humdrum ho hum and kinda getting off
It’s irony shot and cut and cropped quantified and bottom lined to death
A love that never ends they spend and spend
Picture me and My Marantz my fans on every word
I have been fit in
I’ve been bent straight
I’m pulled in opposites
Aren’t I supposed to change after all we talked
I speak as thoughts arrive
Completely acronymic
ephemeral conviction
Pureed effusions floating down the feed
When what I’ve made’s escaped me
My hands are idle
A cavity remains
Manic oscillations I could go for anything right now
You’re a breeze in a daze on a binge in a loop
We’re catalogued disseminated
Signed in on a server farm
In Altoona, Iowa
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2. |
Don't Ever Change
03:21
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My friend in the news
He takes on a take
A minute in and he’s following it
News of the world
The state of the news
Basic malaise he’s gonna give his take
Monitor white and notified
Remote and at home declaring into his phone
Don’t ever change
Amazingly bored
A breeze in a daze
But once upon at the “U” you were relevant too
The ditto device
Inventories effects
Extension of skin and medium is
The faster I talk my thoughts in a trail it sounds perfect to me
I blink in a blank I jerk and I shake it sounds perfect to me
Speaking in the tongue of ones and zeroes
Daydreamers of dystopia live stranger than the fiction read
Brought to them by cookie trails and algorithms in their heads
Bridle me bride I need to be bound
In this electrical age why don’t we settle down
Jesus be beat into me
Belief between and keeping clean
I’m pretty aware a paper you wrote has started a band
I’m always getting asked
Say in the tongue of zeroes and ones have you ever thought
Man I’ll never change
And why might you
You’re in with the college crowd now you’re in the Cities ages
Hits on Radio-K and spins on The Current
Your efforts are well attended
The faster I talk my thoughts in a trail sounds perfect to me
I blink in a blank I jerk and I shake It sounds perfect to me
Basic Malaise
Daisy chained
It’s only a year
How bad could it be
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3. |
Doomscroller
04:35
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Oh boy... today I read the news
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4. |
End of Extinction
04:38
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I wanted to get on the radio
Tell about how astounded I'm
Wrapped up in whatnot and so on and forth
Gene pollution predation plasticity and you and me
Habitat degradation and tons of other "tions"
Mutational meltdown I'd love to be around
I bet a bunch of of billions the odds are them to one
By chance a soul
Interpose or coextinct
I mean what I had meant to say
Everything I've so impressed I got right off the internet
I wrote this in a bit of pinch
All the same it's close to snuff
In between my afterthoughts
A picture for a paragraph
Don't you feel consigned
Foolish to the wise
Do you know Him too
Heavens have declared
Evidence impaired
Nonsense to the deaf
I missed you
The same old blues
More of me
And no excuse
I picked up a force of habit
I wonder what if I'm a dinosaur hack
No I'm not fancy philosopher biologist
No peer reviewed schemes
Of journals and of dreams
Casual interest
Chaff in the wind
I'm no man of note to publish what I've wrote
No rodent in this race
I have no face to save and I have no grade to make
Extinctions ended extinctions over
Now I have no lines to recite
I've replaced my mind I'm wholly resigned
Thy will be done unto anew
Extinctions ended extinctions over
I have a new mind unto thine
A new mind unto thine
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5. |
Hollow Shot
04:41
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I’m hollow
All shot through
Like bullet poked
Full of holes
My new car
My new phone
A better job
Lots of clout
Fills me up but leaks right out
I’m hollow
I quench and quench
It’s endless, see
But everything Just leaks
Announce my name
All adorned and peer reviewed
All lettered up but hollow shot
Dr guy, what might help
I’m leaking, see
Might you suggest
I take a day, or trip abroad
Perhaps some hot yoga
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6. |
Devastation Days
05:19
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I can’t start over and I know I’ll be back where I’ve begun
The threads are running through and I’ve become a threat to you and anyone
When I was a kid I learned about the mark and devastation days yet to come
You had me backed up you offered me the cup
You passionately pressed me to the wall
How I wonder did
I only looked a bit
Now everyone’s in pieces that I pick
Devastation Days are yet to come yes indeed
Testimonies now abound about the beast scrolls and bowls wrath
And sirens in the sky
Assorted others all are nigh
Yet I see wits and wags who laugh back
“All there is is what you can prove to yourself”
“All there is is what you can prove to yourself”
Honey lipped, her mouth is an open grave
Another one had just become
You took hold and changed your clothes
Picked a name but you are still the same
Something new something you could nice and easy do
Your made up and making such and effort
The enviable lists the circles to be in
If someone could just get us on the bill
The metrics and the means I got a dire need
I’d pay some Russian bots for the hits
I peruse all day I window shop and wish
For something I could get to get me in
Here’s the next big thing, upon us like thief
Hundred-pound hail, blood bridle high
Now we’re cooking with fire from the sky
The sickle and the son, here for everyone
Now the earth quakes
Devastation Days
The sound of no mistake, the world has been in wait
Devastation Days
In so many words, in as many ways
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7. |
Psalm 12
04:26
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Help, LORD, for the godly are no more
The faithful have vanished from among men
Everyone lies to his neighbor
Their flattering lips speak with deception
The poor are plundered the needy groan
Help, LORD, for the godly are no more
The faithful have vanished from among men
On every side the wicked prowl
Vileness is exalted
And everyone lies to his neighbor
You say you will now arise
Your words are silver, purified
Gold in a crucible
Seven times
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8. |
Summary
04:58
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Grace and peace to you
According to the counsel of his will
All glory evermore be to the truth
A kind of famine’s been summoned on the land
They choose when they’ll care and when they won't
All depends who the joke is on
The modern eras clerics clown around
I’m just a geezer obsolete
Ones out of date so quickly now
As to for the what’s with it and so in a how but when will the rhetoric end
Amending minced and mended renderings of a lie belief you use to make your means
In a singularity, omitted, oh my, neat
You’re working for big banks and the war machine advancement by degrees on meager minimum
And um ya know, making bomb parts and bone screws
As focused as a star collapsed
This here's my favorite time of day
See now these dim and automatic eyes
I think you see they prophesy
I think you have no excuse
I think you know this is no joke
Put us in a pile with a piece of code a mile
We're born inside a vault of video screens with an app for that
Where a better interface is in the place of making much inside the way of any true human to and fro
No first I and then you
And what's that mean anyhow these days for chumps like us in running wheels
Who jabber on stupid faced
Replaced by ones and zeroes
Summary
Attention please abbreviate
A fitful night you wake in sweat your eyes are blackened by the dread residue
Your brain is bladed razors whip and spin hotter as you get hotter, hotter still
Your frantic flaccid lamentation issued to and through the mute medium
Summarily swallowed whole
Do-Re-Mi and all the other songs we sing
I’ve got nothing to claim at this party anymore
Round and round the dancer in the music box
Fixed into her turns the bolted ballerina cast
We’re like her also fastened to machines
In perfect twirling tempos imprisoned to the tune
Born in a vault of videoscreens and completely worked over
Summary
Attention please abbreviate
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9. |
Stay Sane
07:13
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Quarantined in a vault of video screens
Stuck face to face and pacing end to end
Been talking with my thumbs and through cameras
Peak fever pitch
I’ve come to complete arrest
Shannon said you got a false faith
You gotta make hay
Stay inside your pajama pants
Quarantined in a vault of video screens
A moment for the kids sat in front of glass
Remote and in a corner and climbing up the walls
Folks in droves have picked over the holes left the in the aisles
City slicker survival
Buy a Switch and hit the sticks
Another syndicate’s preferred expert
Our guest tonight is harping on and on
But I got time
Run an errand just to get out of another zoom chat
Silent ocean still as glass
Wrecked routines and pent up families
Everything’s empty
Echo alone
A ghost city incubates in place staying safe
Little lists and listlessness
Coping in a vanished land
An evening walk to prove it’s all still out there
I fear I’ve been going on and on
Edgewise words and upturned spurned me on
Undercooking a bat
Oh MacGyver a mask
The days stretch and blend
Models and myriads
The markets heave and they ho
Money’s just made of math
I read on the news just this morning they now think it floats through thin air
Cadential steady sigh vent the breathing machines
A nurse slumped in scrubs on the bus
I feel inert and immune and unprecedented
Nothings coming to me
Magnitudes and platitudes and YouTube rabbit holes
Everyone aligned maligns the other side
You’d think somebody died
My-my
What a fine spring day we have here
Far out folks
Stay sane
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10. |
Glory and Relationships
06:16
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Glory and relationships
Desire and delusions
I suppose no words mean nothing these days
And I owe some explanations
Erasure and deletion
Complete detachment
Absent without excuse
I see you see through me
I am worse than gross perpetrators
I commit silence
Standing talking in the dark the out front
Another pleasant evening at the Neighbors
In the course of conversation
Gun shots about a mile or so
Fully automatic
Now this is just preceding and followed by the following
An SUV crossing up the street
Curiously slow in shadow, windows partial
24th and Bryant
North
Suddenly explosions 3 firearms discharging
Muzzle flames are dim but sounds as loud as hounds of hell
I had no expectations my instincts failed me
Full frontal to the bullets, I see you and I follow suit
Thrown flat spread completely, in the cool soft grass
The smell of early autumn, my cheeks on freshly fallen
I haven’t done a thing today
My job means nothing
What I wonder doesn’t in fact
I could die in minutes
My child could die
I have no predictions
Adrenaline and nausea
I could jump into space
I could just throw up
Anyhow
Who’s this for and what’s it to them
Glory and relationships
Desire and delusions
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