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The higher we soar
08:23
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THE HIGHER WE SOAR
the coffee machine isn’t working
and my back is soaking
wet and you wonder
is it the power strip?
the microwave isn’t responding
either and I unplug
and switch sockets and accidentally
turn off the fridge
and a new light on the hall
convinces me we had
suffered an outrageous
power outrage but again
I was wrong, it was you
dummy, confusing my
late night detective plumber cruisin’
you are messing up my conclusions
poltergeistzing the evidence
that there is still more than
just something going on between us
when you laugh the way you do
and I keep telling you, let me go
let me go, oh let me go!!!!
I’m supposed to be writing
instead of fooling around
fighting off the elements of
a household stand-off
with a dishwashing resolution
after all
cooking, eating and keeping
the windows clean
and shopping carts and shopping baskets
for your shopping convenience
(please don’t take them out to the bus stop)
and civilized relationships
with neighbors
are not things
that true artists like myself do
we live in a higher plane, you know?
we live in art, we don’t shit, we don’t fart
we are special like diamonds, like caviar
we can’t bother ourselves with the vulgar
activities of a the common men
I’ll say it again
I live in a higher plane
when I lock myself up in the toilet
turn the water on, pull the foil out,
lip the straw, finger the intricate mechanism
of a contraption that sparkles and releases gas
to produce a flame, that placed on the right place
will melt a certain substance and release its artistic
fumes for a true artist to inhale and help him not care
for a little bit that seen under a different light
there is a the slight possibility
he is nothing more than.
yeah
the higher we soar...
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2. |
Deader than dead
04:56
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DEADER THAN DEAD
jump and laugh and kick and scream
and don't kick and do scream
and don't laugh and ask for
something uptight
ignore the brutally disgusting
sea creature in the blue bathing suit
the rock climbers won't fall
they are stubborn
they do not want to see me laugh
I've run into things
I've run
I had a fight break in front of my eyes
and been absolutely (almost resolutely)
unmoved
where are all the cars crashing
when I need them?
I don't think is too much to ask
to get to see some biker with a mustache
make the last mistake he'll ever make
(or the last since he was born)
and find out how heavy it is
the have a bus roll (rock n roll)
over your ribs
and I wouldn't mind learning
the similarity between the sound
of a crushed watermelon
compared to a human skull being smashed
in this instantaneous instant
I long (junky strong) for cockroaches
the size of the ones that were my
roomates at the Gilbert Hotel
(those fuckers always late on the rent)
I'd settle with just one roach right now
I'm staring at the hole in my stucco wall
"c'mon you bastards, were are you when I need you!"
I dare a cockroach to come out
so I can step on it real good
squash it real slow in circular motions
with my bare feet
and see and feel their shit and guts and white puss
rise and reveal itself between my toes
deader than dead
deader than dead
deader than dead.
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THE ALLEY DOESN'T DESERVE TO HEAR OUR STORY
be right back, be right back
and if it doesn't feel right
beat the rap
and if it does then do it
and if you fail don't blow it
ring the bell and wait
the recorded voice says
the number you dialed is wrong
and the list of tenants
lists many names but the one
you want
and nobodys coming in
with or without groceries
and a kind disposition
for letting strangers into
nevermind
let's look for a public phone
here's one right around
the corner
nevermind again
it's been decapitated
and all the people on the street
look at their faces
they look constipated
and no, i don't have
a godamn cigarette
not for you anyway
and the cheap burger joint
seems to call me but it must
have mistaken me for somebody else
and the lights, I wish I had
paid attention to their color
I remember them bright
leading me right
into the piss alley
where my old companions gather
talking and spitting and watching out
for cars coming by
and of course they ask "where were
you, Ernesto? you've been gone for
so long, we thought you were gone
for good."
[i blow cigarette smoke and watch
it rise, mesmerize
against implacable black
grin, itch, kick a pool of water, spit tobacco]
I say a thing or two
about being gone and what did I do
I choke on my own words
something feels wrong as if
by telling the told
it might grow old
I'm keeping the plot, getting rid
of the essence in order
to make it make sense
easy to label and swallow
I'm tainting the memories trying to
explain the inexplicable
I think I'll exercise my rights
these memories are mine
I made up the scam
that means I hold the copyright
even if later I tripped and
fell for it
in it
I build my memory collection with sweat
and with my lies,
with blood
and with cum
my hunger and
my shame, just the same
and for them I surrendered
it all
pawned my future for a month of life
I went to waste and aged
I don't feel wiser
I pretended to cry
then
I really did cry
and in each city I drank my way
through
and
I died a little bit
at dawn
recent studies show
certain memories can be toxic
even lethal to the person who stores them
they will eat up the host like a hungry cancer
beginning with his sanity
eventually taking his life
see what they've done to me?
I went mad over there!
I'm terminal, doc says
I'm not sharing them tonight
not with you, not with anyone
go make your own, you bum.
and no, i don't have
a godamn cigarette
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4. |
You were always the best
06:13
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YOU WERE ALWAYS THE BEST
[gibberish from spanish/english dictionary, letter M]
we try to talk
but there's always people around
we want to as bad as we want the excuse
as she's leaving she turns around and
somehow amidst the incessant chatter
that won't stop her final words
crash into my ears like a hijacked
paper airplane:
"you weren't always good
but you were always the best."
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THOSE LONG STAIRS REMIND ME OF THE EXORCIST
the power I've been trying to exercise
you've been trying to exercise
we've been trying to exercise
and we exercise
we do
and the other people
well they do too
although they don't realize
how important it is
to materialize
the things you want
to do
in order for them
to be done
in the exact order
you've been wanting them
to be done
in order for them
to do
the things you want
to materialize
how important it is
althought they don't realize
well they do too
and the other people
we do
and we exercise
we've been trying to exercise
you've been trying to exercise
the power I've been trying to exorcise.
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6. |
Try to talk cannot
03:50
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TRY TO TALK CANNOT
before I let myself
slip into sleep
unto the
because of the
for the
I will consider
I am considering
although not quite
seriously
telling you about
what happened
if we could only
manage to talk about
anything else
oh, but
you and I know
we cannot.
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