with William Cordray

Lyrics

We know about this situation.
We know what you're looking for.
We know that you don't care what our lives are like.
We know that we'll all be food for our children's food.

When will the phone ring and someone I've never met ask?

How was your day?
Will you be here soon?
What's your favorite sound?
It's nice to meet you too.

Err in the direction of kindness

with Jenni Stephenson

Lyrics:

This morning is not for mourning.
Everywhere is someone’s grave. You should watch your step.
I wanna show a show. 
I wanna do the impractical always, the impossible usually.
My beard is graying, but I still love when people know my name
when it rolls across their lips like I’ve always existed right there.

I wanna show a show, every time. 
It’s so easy to judge, too easy to.
Our minds forgotten like roads, overgrown
with vines and weeds and shrubs, when not in use.
(It’s so easy to judge, so easy to
Hide in a soap-stained shower
Soiled by the every-day cleaning, roaches hide
in its corners and drink the splash-water.)

There is not enough time to remember.
(One of us will suck you dry.)

I don’t wanna go home. 
I’ll kill this fish. 
I’ll drown it.

Hubris as fuck

Lyrics

Bad love/luck
Because

Got you to make up.

She died when I was ten 
and then again two years later
each time softer and paler.

Without much, we can't get out much.

I can't fall asleep.

Seeds

with Evan McCarley

Lyrics

We're all gonna die.

Wake up scared a lot knowing 
one day I won't wake up.

We're running out of time.

with William Cordray

Lyrics

Dithering in salad plastic circles
re-exacting relationships
counted and recounted
measured in cups 
of different volumes

eating, placing, taking, taping, making, forgetting, raising, spacing, making sweating, wearing, taping, making, waking, shaking, beginning, forgetting, sweating, sleeping, wearing

I'm only beginning to understand
how I'm a part of you.

Paper cups
of different sizes
discarded and reprinted
adjusted and renamed
a litany of the same change

Beginnings

with Chris Stevens

Lyrics

And I will come back because it's not enough to me to be.
I will come back because I love you, god damn, goddammit.

Too much in words

Lyrics

These are the spiders in my house, the ants, cockroach.

Mornings can be but usually aren't
remarkable though usually but not always.
Elements of life tend to weigh so heavy
to take time that might otherwise be spent.

I have a body. 
I am a body.
I'm in/I am my body.
When it stops, I stop.

Think maybe really I'm only good at one thing.

Every person I’ve ever met holds a word
or phrase or story to their temple
or has it tattooed on their wrist.
Their house has a door to the backyard,
but only a window to the street.
There are duplexes and town homes
and apartments and communities
that share walls and parking
and hallways and loved ones,
but none share a lock or a bar of soap.

The size of a forearm, 
I died in an incubator.
Lacking the ferocious spirit of necessity.

Animal vegetable pop music

with Noah Clough

Lyrics

You are lost in an abandoned outlet mall.
You are pacing a race.
Dodging bird baths and lawn darts
remembering this is no longer your neighborhood.

You are walking home 
through the backyards of strangers.

A dream about home

Three guitar samples

with Noah Clough

Lyrics

Under my/our skin it's all rock
I'm/We're not the same as you thought

I don't know why it is I forget to come home
You begin every sentence with a defeat
I can't find a minute to wish myself good luck

Up slowly

with William Cordray

Lyrics

You work me over like a butcher
with your mallet pounding my body into dough
on your cutting board thin.

I put my feet up getting comfortable 
sharing with you details that you'll use 
to attack me when you can.

shipping out toothaches 
begging for drugs
clean clothes I have to help myself
dragging unwilling choleric children
out of this mud wrestling pit
put on a fucking shirt like a
money does not fall from my pockets
and if it does it's not a gift
dragging your feet
dragging my feet

Work

I've Got My Tie On by the Pink Lincolns

I'm a cog in a wheel in a lubricated world
And want to marry an office girl
I've set my watch I've set my goals
When I get old I want to be fat

I've got my tie on

I can't forget why I got out of bed
When the morning paper's read
I'll glide across the tiled floor
I've got my name on the office door

I've got my tie on

It's the string around my finger
It's the noose around my neck
I'll go to drastic lengths
To prove I'm not an derelict
I've got my tie so I'll be sure
To string myself up high

I've got a penthouse with a view
I know I have a job to do
I've picked my side I've made my choice
I've gotta have a damn Rolls Royce

I've got my tie on

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