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Bad Ace
02:29
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Bad Ace
Stop singing about the river.
There’s no river around.
But I see you reading tarot with the others in a pauper’s disguise.
And I hope someone
Knows someone.
I gotta lock it up, put out your light and try another, be more assured.
One bad ace threw me out of whack
And nobody will ever, ever know.
I gotta act my age.
The answer isn’t always “yes, no.”
No, I gotta reel it up.
But nobody will ever, ever know.
Stop singing about the sun.
You’re hated by the sun
That leans upon another, needs an owner, needs a salad day.
Stop singing about the river.
There’s no river around.
I gotta lock it up, put out your light and try another, be more assured.
One bad ace threw me out of whack
And nobody will ever, ever know.
I gotta act my age.
The answer isn’t always “yes, no, no.”
No, I gotta reel it up.
But nobody will ever, ever know.
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2. |
Stormed Out
02:25
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Stormed Out
What’s your deal, and where’s the ending of the band?
I tried for the transmuting of rune-symbols in the sand.
I see I’m taking shape on the axis of another
Who storms out when it’s early like the turning of the weather…
Storm in, storm out, storm in, storm out.
I’ve a mind like a Pisces prince.
I found myself ascending with my agent on the line,
Posted on the beach with a chalice of seventy eyes.
I see I’m taking shape on the axis of another
Who storms out when it’s early like the turning of the weather…
Storm in, storm out, storm in, storm out.
I’ve a mind like a Pisces prince.
Storm out, storm out.
Lapping at the lake like the old receivers.
I stormed out.
I see I’m taking shape on the axis of another
Who storms out when it’s early like the turning of the weather…
Storm out.
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3. |
Me as Periodicals
02:22
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Shaking at the shirt
Out for double wine
Imagining the block
Fitful and untired
Feeling underfed
Quiet at the dock
Reeling at the rock
Loosening my shroud
Listen, water, don’t you wed
Not just yet
Holy in the hall
Covered everywhere
They’re christening the stream
They’re laughing at your hair
Quoting at the scene
Leeching on the beach
Dressing up the draw
Fumbling anyway
Feeling underfed
Quiet at the dock
Peeling at the rooks
Loosening my shroud
Me as periodicals
Looking east
Listen, water, I can’t wed
Not just yet
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4. |
Meaning of the Band
02:46
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Meaning of the Band
Won’t you tell me the meaning of the band?
It’s an esoteric fact.
It’s all I ever grasped.
You taste only lilac, I taste fern.
That T-shirt never learns
That it’s all I ever spent.
Then I’ll leave and I will not be found,
On a clipper ship to common ground.
I turn around, swaying down, looking deep.
They’re casting lots in California sand.
“A year or more,” they said,
And it’s all I ever planned.
‘Cause it’s small to softly sing that bar like sin.
He says “out,” I say “in,”
And I shut him out again.
Won’t you tell me the meaning of the band?
It’s an esoteric plan.
It’s all I ever had.
People leave when they were never held
By the indeterminate bell.
I keep my girl up to date on dawning praise.
Won’t you tell?
Then I’ll leave and I will not be found,
On a clipper ship to common ground.
I turn around, swaying down, looking deep.
I turn around, swaying down, looking deep.
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Fortune Selector
01:55
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Fortune Selector
Fortune select:
The level that eliminates the past
Is leveling out what I can attain.
But that’s a roundelay – there’s a greater way to go.
Fortune select:
They undermine what’s precious to me.
I lower the bar, just try to obtain
And keep it under glass like Michelangelo.
But that’s a roundelay – there’s a greater way to go.
I shucked all my plans to meet you downtown.
I missed being sentient.
I gave the Fortune Selector a real good go again.
And...
Fortune select:
The kid impressed by pink and red.
I won’t want to try every ride.
Get out the roundelay – there’s a greater way to go.
Get out the roundelay – there’s a greater way to go.
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6. |
Cats Know Me
03:38
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Cats Know Me
Oh, the world is not my own, but I hope the cats know me.
They flirt in a far-out language.
They dig all the decadent places.
They’re wanted everywhere.
And if I join the hit parade,
The drunkards roll the alleyway,
Then the day will be elated.
I cut the sleeves from my clothing.
They smoke a few and adore me.
Now all the cats recognize me.
They’d have me anytime.
I’ll taste the terror of the salt.
I’ll tear out and outrun the cops,
And the day will be elated.
Everybody knows, everybody knows, everybody knows that all the other cats know me.
They’re all painting on a subway train.
They ridicule the holy name.
Hey, let the other cat show me.
And it’s a shame I didn’t turn around faster.
I pull my punches like a bastard.
Can I see you now in Egypt rooms,
With trays of velvet and vermouth?
I come now and not later.
Everybody knows, everybody knows, everybody knows that all the other cats recognize me.
And when the cats retreat,
Will they bring me on their way?
I can’t say. I can’t say. I can’t say.
But my day is elated.
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Other Houses Hackensack, New Jersey
The songs of Morgan Enos. Also seen writing about music for various places. I did this before I did that. Still do it.
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