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Goin down to make snow cones in the ice caves
Dinner’s cookin on the asphalt of the freeways
Everyone was making movies about the living dead
Now they are frantic ‘cause it wasn’t all in their heads
Don’t look now
They prattle on so that we can remain entertained
While the aliens are feeding on our brains
Most of our leaders & celebrities
Have been replaced by empty-skulled bodies
Some people plead & beg not to have their brains sucked out
Some are relieved to let it come about
Don’t look now
No way to know exactly who you can trust
They exploit our avariciousness & hone in on our lust
Some people speculate they must be giant insects
With a long proboscis & a body like a bowflex
When they bite you, they hold you up high
Crucify you against the sky
Others claim it emanates from a screen
Or it’s a virus embedded in our dreams
Something’s rummaging around under the floor…
Shadows are growing that are darkening my door!
Don’t look now
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Blowin Kisses
06:00
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When will we ever learn
The libraries will burn
Taking the wrong turn onto the free way
as in a dream you can't quiet your scream
Savour our regrets while blowing kisses
in the general direction of ambition
Just like the fire, a necklace out of tire
wind likes to kick and the fire likes to lick
Fracture our sense building up fences
seeing obsolescence ignoring discretion
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Baron Roy
03:26
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Wish we could've hurried
Although death came slow in June,
You conscious and the rose growing
Slowly in the condo lot
We practice on tomorrows
The sweet still days of past
Hanging over our bed...
Can't force a thrill
And in the painless presence
Of the animals they kill or banish
The phantoms that hang in the corners
Until the smoke forces them out
Black as horses eyes
Moving in your seat
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There’s a kid with a kestrel that’ll get black lung
It’s ancestral ‘cause of where he’s from
There’s a hypochondriac who shuns the bums
While all the other kids are having fun
& I can watch the stars
Migrate across the sky
In no time, no time at all
Everything causes cancer in California
You can plead with the angels how they never warned ya
From the gold mines down through to Patagonia
Everything causes cancer in California
& there are disappearing polar bear cubs
& there are all of us who turn & shrug
& the officers carry ornamental guns
& we’re set adrift to sink into the sun
& we forget just who we are
Migrate near & far
In no time, no time at all
Everything causes cancer in California
You can plead with the angels how they never warned ya
From the gold mines down through to Patagonia
You can plead with the devil & wait in Arizona
& you can plead with the angels
& you can search for the answers
Study mindfulness
Wrap it in a pretty dress
Take it up with the courts
& the jesters on the shore
You can wait until it festers
You can rant until we’re bored
You can blame it on the westerns
Yoga mats & empty nesters
But you’ll never be sequestered
No, you’ll never be sequestered
Everything causes cancer in California
From the redwoods down to the old ammonia
You can plead with the angels how they never warned ya
Everything causes cancer in California
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5. |
Superstition Springs
02:55
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One thing you start to feel out here
is that
We’re going to watch everything disappear
What did you think that we held dear?
Poking through dimensions with the tip of a spear
A sonic boom
Through
The blooming clouds
That’s the sound
Of the future
Looming down
That’s the sound!
We came from a land where the tree limbs used to sing
& we
Thought we owned them & every little thing
& we
Always had a delusional king
but we
Knew you only got what is stolen
& we wandered incessantly
& we believed in rationality
& everyone took offense at what you believed
& we lived where people were prone to seeing things
Our saints appeared at Superstion Springs
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So Easy
05:08
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wouldn't it be easy
wouldn't it be so easy
shouldn't it be easy
shouldn't it be so easy
I wanna go down to the market place
I wanna go down,
get another round for who ever's still around, but it's closed it's been for many hours
shouldn't it be easy
shouldn't it be so easy
wouldn't we be happy
to find ourselfs lost
on the cusps of the next cause
shouldn't we be happy
shouldn't we be so happy
the pardon's in the hall
a pardon in a hall
couldn't it be called,
shouldn't it be called a fuck all
shouldn't we be easy, shouldn't we be so easy
I wanna go down to the market place
shouldn't it be easy
shouldn't it be so easy
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7. |
Shuffle Around
03:35
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Never get where you're going
Just shuffle around
Self-appointed all knowing
Wait for the bombs to come down
I'm bored of waiting
To become unsound
Never get where we're going
Just shuffle around
Lurking here
A static mirror
It is unclear
I'm tired of waiting
To become unsound
Lack of expectations is
Getting me down
There's a stalemate in the sky
& shards of sand
Won't you come give me a surprise
You know we'll never land
Never get where we're going
Just shuffle around
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Now we dance around the fumaroles
Ice is scattered from the poles
We may as well be anthracite
Burning in eternal night
Once again a mystery
Is what it was revealed to be
The rocks rain down like bullets now
Sent from a galactic cloud
Nothing out there makes a sound
Until it all comes crashing down
Thence all of our brilliant schemes
Vanish just like last night’s dreams
Into the glare of Market Street
Dirty as a chimney sweep
The pious souls all dig for gold
Bones line the paths cut into rocks so cold
Where the effect begets the cause
The little space between the laws
Calls to mind a hidden copse
Into a pool a stream of water drops
Buildings now stand all around
Like where our bodies were impounded
While they set to work on us
Never a matter of who to trust
You would remember the summertime
The strangeness of the carnival rides
Nauseating jerks & glides
Caught up in the confusing guises
Cotton candy carnivores
Roman candle bottle rocket wars
Beads of sweat upon your skin
Whatever it is, let’s do it again
A curious eye in the corner of mine
the meandering mind of a vagabonds child
Waiting in line for a line on a wall
another cantation we shall have it all
At variable speeds on a flying trapeze
a tumultous day when you throw it away
If your heart is devout then you will go without
that is the void that will nullify doubt
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9. |
Stripping
09:32
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My thinking is blinkering
My sinking is feeling
All of my problems, returning
All the same old yearnings
How disconcertingly fading beauty scars
Blindingly
Hindsightedly
Not one thing ever would’ve been otherwise
Too obtuse to need excuses
Too aloof to call on muses
Tears ripple like tears in space-time
Like ripping off cinchona bark
In a frenzy for the quinine
Stripping your life for parts
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Nigh Chaparral Portland, Oregon
Nigh Chaparral was started in Stockholm in the aughts by Jason Breeden (Susurrus Station, Oscilero), Oskar Moberg (Thulebasen) and Sara Johanne (Pikara), tinted by a nostalgia for an imaginary America. It has continued in a similar spirit with others, including Andre Coberly (Night Mechanic), Mae Starr, Monte Trent Allen, Gilles (Rllrbll), and Galen Ballinger (Dumb Balloon). ... more
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