lyrics:

I trip on a tension wire
She iron an airless fire
I talcum a tungsten wire
She air out a warm desire 

She hang out the tungsten wire
I outstand ontogy (entire? on tire?) fire
She iron a wayward wire
I trip on the warm desire 

(Way-out 
A way home)

I trundle the tantic tide
She traverse the great divide

We always got company
This hallway's going clean
What Katie did for sand
Carolina is under calm
Oo, now she is looking to me
The bathroom isn't free
Katies's in the kitchen now

Rug's down for sure
And up is more
I turn and freeze the lock
The lipid drop
A mounted pole
She turn into a grate
To take the shape
Of a second door
A mountain moan
A pass aroam a clé (a Rome of clay?)

She's caught between
What I said and what I hid
I wedged into what Katie did
Saying
When you pulled me down
Inside of you I 
burrowed in
And then you wrung me out again
How many more?
Way yo? Way yo?
Myut bun do?
Way yo? Way yo?
…Many more
Way yo? Way yo?
Maybe
1 2 3 4

To walk in catedral is all my own
To want in catechism’s on my own
To walk in catacomb is all my own 
To want in supermarket on my own
You know when circumstances give a cart

One to one
One to two
Want for sure 
Bevel make
Bethlehem
Bend to you
To come for
Tomorrow
To comfort
One to one
One to two
Want for sure 
Bevel make
Birmingham
Bend to you
To come for
Tomorrow
To comfort
And to come to

And find yourself
Wandering the universe
Silent sarapied novas
Sweet siracha scattered stars
And placid fields spiked with inexplicable ironies
Inextricable iron needs
Follow through the procession
Move ahead with the charade
On their backs each carries subterfuge 
Oo, can I pantomime the dead
All the reasons end in eye (I?)
And Brethel inner taper take (tape?)
Conlon is our exemplar
He spoke thusly and I quote
Have you seen another swallow water
I contest the way I killed it 
Well, it made another smile 
Reams of Lebelin film starture
Runways of Arau
with every stairstyle imaginable 
Realize tectonic ideal
And then back outside again 
In ways that swelter and days that brine
The last human reminders of father time
In the cavernous footprints of Mayavadine
Where I thought and thought and thought 
until emptiness invaded me
And so I turned around again

Oh what can be done in the interstices
We built a palace of fine arts
With a cornerstone in every cranny
Katie and I left bicycles intertwined 
Against the brick wall braided with trellis vines
The touchstones’ erogenous (hero genus?) zones 
What it means to feel at home
Oh what it means to feel at home

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Seven saints and seven sinners
Seven losers and seven winners

Cracked Clouds

Katie Song

Like Slobodan Milosevic
And Radovan Karadzic
In the Srebrenica massacre
In Herzegovina and Bosnia

Like Radovan Karadzic
And Slobodan Milosevic
In the Srebrenica massacre
In Herzegovina and Bosnia

You try to find a way to cast 
Aside the weight of cruelty
But when you block my path 
You know you infuriate the hell outta me

You try to find a way to cut and 
Expunge the heart of cruelty
But when you block my path 
You know that you alight the hell in me

You try to find a way to burn
Away the urge to cruelty
But the little people in my path 
will always get the best of me

You try to find a way to burn 
Away the urge to cruelty
But little people in my path 
will always bring out the worst in me

Like Radovan Karadzic
And Slobodan Milosevic
In the Srebrenica massacre
In Herzegovina and Bosnia

Like Slobodan Milosevic
And Radovan Karadzic
In the Srebrenica massacre
In Herzegovina and Bosnia

Every nation of the earth
Has got its would-be autocrats
You’ve got to keep your institutional
Checks and peoples' rights intact

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Meantime in the mess that I left as I languidly lie
Seagulls are searching and stitching the scrambled-up sky

Like Slobodan Milosevic

There is no soundtrack
For this wide flat land
Where the grid lines practically show through the hastily laid scenery
No accompanist
For this vast expanse
No narrator to focus upon
No tour guide to say where to look
Among the dilapidated buildings
Built by your grandparents’ generation 
Already three-quarters of their way 
On the inexorable journey 
To their longed-for state of imbedded rubble

Your teachers tried at every moment
to avert your eyes
From scintillating forms on the horizon
And the barkers in the downtown market
Mostly filled you up with nonsense 
And diverted you with haypile slides
sweet meats and flashing streamers of tin confetti

There is no soundtrack to go to this
In-between time
This interim between 
The drum beats that are marching you off to 
War, war, and more war

Let the military two-step echo away
Among the inform clouds of dust continually
Whirling around 
And around 
This great plain
How will you ever fill this space
How will you ever fill this time
Now that your devices’ batteries have all run dry
And so long ago 
It was lost to you
Your parents’ home

In a flat field
Like a screen
Try your hardest to project your favorite old movie
Act the hero
Brave and dashing
Elegant mannerisms
Effortlessly dance and sing
How does that tune go again

You can’t recall over the disorganized swells of the wind 
Stuffing your ears with static
That contains every pitch in the spectrum
All the sounds of a lifetime 
compact down to the noise of this day
Do this go there look at me and the cacophony of instruments that play
Crescendo to a climax of pure blinding white
Ohgodgodfuckfuckyesyesyes
How will you overcome all your guilt
And your blame
When creeping suspicions all are now
Laid bare as the simple structural facts
A skeleton motionless 
Gleaming and glaring 
No soundtrack laid out for you here so
How were you supposed to react to such a sight

You're jarred by the realization 
That you've been overtaken by night
So you've decided to plant a row of street lamps
It's okay
Leave it to tomorrow to figure out 
How to generate the energy
Stop forcing everything 
Let the primordial song return to you on its own
When it feels the right time

No Soundtrack (Hats Off to Koji Kondo)

Lyrics:
frund friend frond of fern furled in fiendish fields flood from fjord forward Ford fork form of farm of FARC foreign force former farce further farting farthings fusion fuchsia fudge in fridge fun fond fund full of fuel feel flat fiat flick felt filth firm film fair floor floss fear fierce foe's fort fist fuerte Fuente family famine Flynn’s fin French fête feet feed fraud flack flake of flint from fracking flax flecked fractal fragments
look here I am Saint Sebastian
voici je viens Saint Sébastien
funge fungus fungible future fairly fresh and frilly flesh flash flirt frisky frisson friction frindle fission fiction factions fractious franchise fussy fusty fat fast forest frothing frosting free fall flap flying flowing flux flutter flit fickle feckless fetid fen's forlorn frogs fecund fertile flower fledgling fetus's father features firth first forth fifth fetish far fire flicker flare flames fumes of furnace fulminant filaments to the firmament
look here I am Saint Sebastian
voici je viens Saint Sébastien
secret=I5IJWETRYLHBZSZVT2YMGF2UT24ZACMB&issuer=
UserWeb&algorithm=SHA1&digits=6&period=Iamyouareheissheisreistheyare
aish-fleish Fleishman fish fit fill fig fib flub flail frail face fail fold font fountain former football fullback Fulton's futon futile feud feudal fugue fuse fret front fortitude fulcrum fidget fluke flack flock flute flayed fileted fleeced feline furtive fleet fee fie frank funk defunct deform defraud defeat defect default defecate frock fief feast fro freak flark flort filch finch fence frisk frist frull follow freeloo frust flust flost fluster frustrate
look here I am Saint Sebastian
voici je viens Saint Sébastien

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The only thing that works for words is words
Ideas are only stood for in the clouds 

[Cover contains details of painting by Georges de La Tour.]

Frund

Cracked Clouds (full album)

lyrics:

Toda empieza con Nueva España 
Por el próximo surgió Nuevo México 
De hoy en adelante hay Nueve Albuquerque 
Lel primere mine de asteroide 

Al principio llegó sólo los hombres de anchos hombros
En la próxima época llega la ingeniería que trabaja las costillas
Así que de hoy en adelante vivimos les Nueves Humanes
Miembres de u raze únique y cósmique

En la primera era había la semilla fertilizada
En el segundo segmento hubo el terreno conquistado
De hoy en adelante adoptemos nuestre bandere
Con roble blanque, especie híbride (come símbole)

New Albuquerque

The Longhouse

How wide is the space between your houses?
Can it fit a raccoon, a robber, a regiment?
While inside kids tug on legs and implore 
When daggers are drawn between two of you,
There are no others’
Eyes to see

How big is the gap between your houses?
Can rats nest? Could a thin thief slip through crevices?
Would it provide passage to an entire invading army, 
With tanks and troop transporters all draped with tarpaulin?

Your house with heat supplied by a custom system,
Run through baffles in a line, you’ve made yourself a superman,
But living all alone
In a dead-end cul-de-sac

“A man alone sure can mess up bad,
Maybe songs should be written by committee”
“In the lapse that you
Spent spaced out, man, 
A car can go half a kilometer”
“The tall guy is a thief”
“He’s trying to get loaded”
“His father’s a good guy”
“It’s coming from the hip and shoulder”
“Now this tea is steeped in bass sass”
“I’m just tired of operating on one side of Indiana”
"But behold..." 

I give you the Longhouse
In which to see community,
Old and young and scattered of tongue
Bound to scratch out a common current

I teach you the Longview
So you can see all the way through,
Way down to our central core,
The way up the original source,
And just as well the other door:
The destiny we draw

In the interim between two wars,
The distance ‘tween two dolphin leaps,
Can you see the Longhouse?
Can you go both wide and deep?

The Longhouse

Lyrics:

1
Sulfur mines and sulfur trains 
And sulfur lines and sulfur plains
Sulfur plumes and sulfur cranes
And sulfur dunes and fumes

Selfa gets herself to school
Got a test today and homework due
Selfa's got to ask her teacher
What's her place in line

Mother at her morning post
Corner store and nothing more
And nothing less could you expect
She'll never miss a day

Smokestack billows higher now
Down below Pop’s loading fuel
Forever at the furnace
His sweat it joins the sky

2
Sulfur times and sulfur lime
And sulfur fines and sulfur drains
Sulfur stew and sulfur cake
And sulfur boil and bake

Selfa runs herself back home
Drops her books onto the bed
Then right back out and to the shop
To lend her mom a hand

Lord we can’t go anywhere
Can’t get the stench out of your hair
Mama tidies up her shop
Mops the floor and clicks the lock

Texas Sulfur Company
Took care of us they set us free
Four walls and a reason to be
Now is the contract flexible?

3
Sulfur lives and sulfur dies
And sulfur dares and sulfur cares
Sulfur days and sulfur maze
The sulfur flies and flies

Selfa is oldest of five
Got to comb her brothers' hair for lice 
Shady stops to escape the sun
Just swat the gnats away

Whistle ends and kids seep in
Hilltop mound a fortress found
Surfers on the saffron salt
The guilty get away

Selfa made a friend named Jane
From the supervisors’ lane
All the way from A Street A
Through Iota Jota J

(Where are my friends?)

4
Sulfur rings and sulfur flames
And sulfur lanes and sulfur brains
Sulfur springs and sulfur stains
Are seeping through and through

Selfa flares her eczema
Doctor's office done by 5
Mama's in the kitchen mixing
Up homemade pomade

Suffer children suffer workers
Suffer moms in parking lots
Suffering is the human lot
So burn your sins away

Soulful singing in the church
And fast asleep to preacher’s speech
She likes the sound of her own voice
And warbles it okay

5
Sulfur pours and sulfur rains
And sulfur ran where it began
Sulfur brines and sulfur bring
And sulfur take away

Selfa's taller than her mom
Boy at the door is asking for
Where is this kid coming from
Where they goin' to go

Ya no hay chamba dice Papi
The land’s in drought the vein is shot
Bye to home we’ll try the city
Children pack your things

Self-awareness self-reliance
Self-esteem and self-defense
Selfish-purpose selfless-service
Self-realize

6
Sulfur screams in sulfur dreams
And sulfur dimes in sulfur rhymes
Sulfur lifts and sulfur lies
And sulfur laughs and cries

Selfa's org gives her a party
Enjoy and rest it’s well-deserved
A life of serving immigrants
I wouldn't change a thing

Social work and legal aid
All started selling lemonade
Thin mints are the best of them
You got to have thick skin

Selfa lays herself to sleep
She recollects the family trips
Crossing borders crossing lines of time

Newgulf

Lyrics:

An island in an ocean scene
Let blue take over green
A lake with an alpine view
Let green take over blue

City park with fountain’s gleam
Let blue take over green
Canal slit by new canoe
Let green take over blue

What's a marble in the cosmos mean?
Let blue take over green
What is light and what is true?
Let green take over blue

Rain descends in fields of dream
Let blue take over green
Sunlight sears the drops of dew
Let green take over blue

Still land while the clouds they brew
The dam is broken through
Spewing smoke and spitting steam 
The dragon’s head is seen

East End of the Sea

Z'ne ruven tath ey trap
Pumeth spleh nus rep
Zlaf nuw mus
Z'nerf n'uh-muh
Tyalid vu stuash
Yoj n'inyash

Z'ne ruven tath ey trap
Neguh nigib ut nus rep
A mish orih n'ireb lap
'Nat srubuth tlef yepmap
'Nyawir ut nyaf-nyaf
Ruzirf uth zi ruyaf

Yed ruthuh mus neguh kabmuk
Yewuh lyes pish 'sogh 
Pish 'sogh

I could have been there too
I should have been there too

Pish Sogh (The Purity of Fire)

lyrics:

How did Dian Fossey die?
Machete blow across the eye—
It’s so easy to kill a person.
It’s just a wonder it doesn’t happen 
much, much, much more often,
and yet…
the Exception,
that’s what love is, isn’t it?

Who to see the Hutu seize the Tutsi?
Too tall to see your neighbor on his knees—
It’s so easy to kill a race.
It’s just a wonder we haven’t lost
99% of our face,
and yet…
the Objection,
that’s what love is, isn’t it?

How did Armageddon start?
Nuclear bomb or poison dart?
It’s so easy to end it all.
It’s a wonder all our structures 
don’t just crumble down and fall,
and yet…
the Injection,
that’s what love is, isn’t it?

Ruins from a  Song

The Exception

Let's play at love
Or let love be play
Let's let love last
'Least one last day

It's just an eddy
Inside a side pool
Of the creek that runs 
behind the old school

Another day down
In which I didn't die
A day to dance and
Stick it in your eye

Now here lies one
Now 206, and then
Here lies all the dust that blows 
Down a mountain

Grey twilight
I'm tired
When was the end of my prime?
Dozing rousing
Rosying dousing
Drifting in and out  
of hazy crazy dreams 
and everyday scenes
I hesitated 
and let everything 
just slip away

On the Abnegation of the Ego and the Absurd Sense of Self-Confidence that Follows

Mating Season for Tarantulas On Mount Diablo

Novichok is realpolitik
Realpolitik is novichok

I for one will not forget
Victor Jara en el Estadio Chile.
Those Washington bullets, yeah
You know they too are realpolitik.

Why are our governments
The greatest serial killers?
How will the killing stop 
If those who lead don't 
First hold back their stone?

Propaganda is realpolitik
Realpolitik is propaganda

Internet impersonation
Talking chaff and misinformation
From the Kremlin’s own IRA
All the way to sweet home Alabama and

Why are our governments
The greatest pathological liars?
How will we ever know the real
If those who lead don't 
First hold back their tongues?

Dopage is Realpolitik
Realpolitik is Dopage

To the victor go the spoils 
So salute all those ubermenchen,
From the USPS Team
To the holy host of Sochi,

Why are our governments
The greatest competitive cheats?
How can we see the light of justice 
If those who lead don't 
Take their gloved hands off the scales?

(Between you and me)
Listen brothers, fellow values voters, 
Just ignore my public protestations, 
For I too by secret ballot bid our president do
The deed so our conscience can remain pristine.
So sit back and just watch the plan unfold...

Novichok

lyrics:

Is it my moral sense?
Early stage stunted conscience
Is it my depth of thought?
Abstract concept: not a lot
Is it artistic hand?
Errant, aberrant, incoherent brand

What’s missing here?

Is it my supplies?
Crap processor, astigmatic eyes
Or is it my faith?
Can’t seem to conjure life after death
Is it humility?
I am the best at seeing the worst in me

What’s missing here?

Is it my concentration?
Never mastered the application
Is it my conversation?
Clammed up out of reservation
Is it my confidence?
Self-worth valued less than pence

What’s missing here?

You say something’s missing here,
you say the same year after year,
all your demons of commission
feeding back with my own of omission.
Just next time before you slam it
Why don’t you fill it in, goddamnit!

What’s missing here?

Ruins from a Song

Falta

Born in the fourth outermost ring of Saturn in the year MMMMCCCXXI G.G.O. (the calendar with 0 being the year of the Glorious Glustakian Oath, Craggs-Farallon is a distant cousin of Sun Ra. In 2017 A.D./C.E., re uploaded a copy of remself to Earth's internet after finding little success with similar maneuvers in Neptune and Uranus. Res original body is now in an orbit slowly spiraling into the Jovian atmosphere.

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