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Contrafact
04:30
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Whose words say their words must be true
since fathers’ mothers’ fathers knew
what’s old is new?
Contrafact!
Whose strength is such that if they please
can lift their boots above their knees,
mock gravity?
While others weak with words must chase
what their own mirrors will erase,
much lower case…
If dollar bills can multiply,
flat pockets will subtract.
Banks divide to add still more—
Bro, do you even math?
Whose bursting hearts will amplify
their sparrows’ farts to trumpets’ cries,
elephantine?
Whose generosity declines
to limn its limits, print so fine:
count every dime.
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The Singing Train
03:47
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The air around each sentence
A clumsy sleep that drags and crawls
The subtle mathematics
Of falling just one step behind
The last drawn inch in cinders
A tiny ballad, told in ash
(chorus):
Everything turn, turn, turn in the gyre
The roof, the roof, everything’s on fire
We lie and prevaricate
to dodge heat-seeking rent
Our pet ghosts hold that
Ectoplasm shall be tax-exempt
Our sleep breeds tiny monsters
Who catalog our logic’s dreams
The numbers, kept in cages,
Our pets, their chasms leashed by math
Our dust a spotless index
Our ledgers cure charred memory
(chorus)
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Just one guy with minimal gear whose main goal is to produce songs that sound like things he wants to hear...which, for some reason, no one else has bothered recording yet.
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