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The Cut
03:16
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there wasn't much of a sound
the core collapsed and no strength found
stevie said I looked bad and I did
then doc said the same I guess I did
started as a pin prick
stomach stitch, body horror
at the scene of the first crime were three cuts
three cuts were shut, two stayed shut
one was fucked
a faucet reminder of how they cut me up
that's how they cut me up
there wasn't much of a fight
a passage closed, a blocked right side
doc said "I don't know how you're breathing."
I said "same"
a symptom of my given name
started counting backwards from ten
squinting at the overheads
and the sound of paper on the bed
last thing I noticed was the shutting shut
and the blast of gas before they made the cut
and I remember waking up
that's how they cut me up
I remember waking up
you can't lift what you want
the core collapses when you want
a few pills if you want
to profit or soothe where they cut me up
the core collapses when I try to stand up
so profit or soothe like I've had enough
the core collapses where they cut me up
that's how they cut me up
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2. |
Squeegee
02:14
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Pillars of light in a damp sky
Pillars of salt in the rearview
Pills that were bitter at first bite
Now just taste to adjust to
I got soaked in the slipstream
Electric projectors projecting
Squeegeeing ink across silkscreens
Making our marks on the next thing
Ten thousand cars in the driveway
Rooms full of rooms that we lived in
Mornings we greeted with migraine
Houses we left with eviction
I got soaked in lake erie
Spit off the bridge into schuylkill
i’m like a mile from new jersey
At the mouth of the transplant tribunal
I’m sorry that i can’t be there in person
I’m working off a digital debt
Chipping away but i can’t see the shape of it yet
I can’t see the shape of it
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3. |
Fever Museum
02:13
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Fever museum set to expire
Collected a crowd hidden in wires
With eyes shut
I can see em all
Fever museum collects, acquires
A lesson in “don't reach for the radio dial”
Cause sometimes
I can hear em all
But not at the same time
Fever museum
Sits to admire
A feast made waiting for spirit desire
But sometimes
the taste don't taste at all
At least not at the same time
When everything everywhere all at once
Comes crashing at the same time
It’s an infinite weight on a permanent display
In the gallery any given day
And when i close my eyes or i try to look away
I can see it all
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4. |
Veil
02:13
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In the waking up for work to
Chase the sun into the gloom
You’re a contact point holding charges
That can bifurcate a room
Doesn’t it feel like a veil’s been
Lifted from you
And the light’s still flickering on
The light’s still flickering on
In the dusk i’m looking at you
Like a child or a dog
Am i wearing out my welcome mat?
I don’t wanna stay too long
Doesn’t it feel like a veil’s been
Lifted from you
And the light’s still flickering
Steady your course
In a tailspin
Wanna stop time
But it just keeps barreling on
It just keeps barreling
In our not-so-rapid transit
It’s a gift to move so slow
Wanna build a home to shape it
But there’s no right way to grow
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5. |
The Incantation Year
02:29
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Cantrip divider
Making space where there’s not
Out of nothing
A vessel for these parts
“Greater than sum”
So i thought
Some friends got quiet
But they never lost the spark
Mostly work day jobs
Slinging takes in the dark
The incantation year
Collecting sparks in jar
How romantic a creation can be
When it’s made in the dark
So walls perspire
Collecting breaths
And some thoughts
Once reserved for anywhere but here
Now preserved in a jar
All we have is everything we need
For the incantation year
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6. |
Back from the Lake
02:31
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line could be cleaner but it's there, imperfect
seeing the flaws sometimes can be what makes it worth it
catching my breath as we walk back from the lake
tracing the through-lines to account for all components
endlessly optimizing every waking moment
but I got ensconced in all the shimmer and the shine
faking nostalgia for a memory that's not mine
it was printed
not handwritten
line could be cleaner but it's there
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7. |
A Good Lie
01:56
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A lie that was told on the back page
Conspicuous and plain
And language fails but i’m okay
The rest still reads the same
A good lie
And a set piece placed inside
Of a good lie
That i’m showing subscribed
A line was drawn in a past race
With forty set as pace
A balancing act that I maintain
In spite of staying sane
A good lie
And a set piece placed inside
Of a good lie
That I’m showing subscribed
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8. |
Second Seam
03:23
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I was halfway underwater
I was halfway floating over
I was always one foot
Searching for what other wasnt
And in case of fire break
The cut might sting
but i’m digging the scar
And in place of skin
A space to begin again
Collect an account
Written in tongues
Replacing language known
With a soothing sequence sown
so the fever dreams of me
A piece of “could it be”
One cleared, a scene serene
And fever wakes to find none
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Orbits Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
toby reif and maxwell stern met on a message board in 2006. they are now in their 30s!
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