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A Duel At Ten Paces
06:23
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Calligraphy/Cartography
05:13
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"Calligraphy":
I am at your service, my pens and my imagination all to serve the court
give me your devices, the letters and the language, and I'll turn it into art
With a power like no other these creations that give life to words
For these are not the layman's speeches these are words that rule the world
Whose oratory could challenge that of the mind
that speaks in such a resonating tone
when your science fails you and your God deserts you
look around, words are all you have
As I work I contemplate the frills and all the decorations, what they really mean
The lionhearted excess, the regal affectations, do they make the sounds unclean
Is anyone swayed by passion from a monarchs tongue
and is that passion powerful still for the old and young
Authority can't reach towards universal
communication can not be one's alone
Verbosity be damned and brevity be blessed
where calligraphy has no place left
"Cartography":
I see life in lines, one leading to another, where reality is easily compressed
In the future when they look upon my works, they'll find geography bent to my request
Feel your life's travel spread over a page
and drawing lines traps you in your cage
Everything in this world we create has a simpler way to be expressed
In two dimensions, the lives we lead are easier to digest
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3. |
Anatta
07:07
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The sun turns to water
and the rain powers life
and the light fuels movement
the transit of the mind
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4. |
Whirlybird
03:54
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5. |
Little Fat
01:10
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Little Fat spoke in black and white and yellow
rotund and pinguid as she tumbled down
along a path laid out by those same colors in reverse
in a manner most befitting such a creature
Little Fat got her hooks in the fabric of life
and tried to drag it with her down the highway
but no trucks stopped to pick her up today
And Little Fat wandered back to her apartment
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6. |
Monolith Monorail
18:16
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The monolith rolls on, spitting ashes to the sky
crashing wheels and cogs in cogs
sees its neighbor, both continue
to fulfill their preset designs
Metal clinking, the beast lumbers on
minuets play and each one sounds the same
and tracing the paths
spelling out his name
There aren't any trade winds, and there's no electric
A silent German turns his head
admires three or four Polish women
and closes his eyes again
Each one sleeps, but not one dreams
as they silently crush all in their way
knowing the vessel will reach its destination
and buying each of them just one more day for sacrifice
one more day for penitence
Look out the window to the world's end
one more phony repentance
one more meaningless life
follow the map to the world's end
Farther out the smoke's diluted
at the junction north of Greece
where rails diverge and meet by chance
and every map is creased
Politely they flip and pull the switches
losing memory of the place
rotate slightly the criss-crossed lines
each one a smile on the Devil's face
Continue East, no stopping at all
we'll circle around again
Until the ground disappears beneath us
and the horns begin
Before the dawn, the stench is foul
two hundred years of decay
tracing infinity in finite space
and serving only to delay the afterlife
and lay the land to waste
light a perfect likeness of the death seed
we need more lines that divide, and acidic taste
to trade in a pale horse for an iron steed
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7. |
Meownolith Meownorail
00:33
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9. |
Ursa's Major
05:30
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She was born to a religious family, strict latter-day saints, little Ursa the bear
born to a delicious family outside Burby and Bates, Ursa get out of there
did she run away?
did she join the hockey team?
did she buy the farm? No
she got herself some national attention and headed off into town
And so it was that Ursa's major in helio-centric ethno-psychology was abruptly cut short by an unfortunate series of budget cuts, but alas, her adorable appearance belied her ferocious tenacity, and in a grand and noble appeal, Ursa gave a memorable and articulate speech that shook the academic world to its very core
Torn between her education and her social life, priorities change
before the semester is over and winter sets in, time to hibernate
did she get some sleep?
did she join the hockey team?
did she buy the farm? No
she laid herself out on the patio and had a couple beers
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10. |
Kennebec Moonshine
02:48
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Nuclear Spaceship Maine, Maine
Fritz Derblansky: Acoustic & electric guitar, mandolin, banjo, sitar, shamisen, sax,
trumpet
Josh Dominguez: Vocals, lyrics
Ringo Raskolnikov: Electric & acoustic bass, cello, violin, vocals, flute, tin whistle
Lucy LaFramp: acoustic & electric piano, organ, synthesizer, clavinet, accordion, vibraphone, melodica, kalimba
Charlie Barnaby: drums,percussion, harmonica, backup vocals
... more
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