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The way your memory works is not mine /
Another ice age ice age/ holy day for black sheep /
Drink to the family money, the chem trails & the holy grails
The light on your Habsburg jaw/ proof that you belong
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In the comfort of a million murder documentaries /talk to me in the voice you use to talk to the cat / principessa della magia del sangue (fucked) /
Ignore the descendants
The way your memory works is not mine /
Another ice age ice age/ holy day for black sheep /
Drink to the family money, the chem trails & the holy grails
The light on your Habsburg jaw/ proof that you belong
—— swing blind swing away / a thousand tries a million tries
—— static in the attic/ a benediction. A Fan fiction
—— gloria glory / splattered on the carpet. The carpet
—— safety deposit box.uh uh umm.
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eyelash
04:19
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I was in town for a death in the family /
you never left
You started a story that you could not finish /
and I waited and I waited
While we/ speak our/ ghosts are/ speaking to / each other . Between the walls / a satellite
It’s only funny when you’re not afraid of everything
Cadillac hope / capitalism / killed by lower gods / an eyelash / a present joy
You can’t give me what’s already mine
We are the hangman and the undertaker
We are the embracers and we are the embrace
We are a silent movie sweetheart with a swollen tongue
And I’m waiting / and I’m waiting
while we/ speak our / self made / matter . a wine stain mask / a reptile/ a cigarette / attention slides away
It’s only funny when you’re not afraid of everything
Cadillac hope / capitalism / killed by an eyelash / a present joy a present joy
You can’t give me what’s already mine
You can’t give me what’s already mine
I was in town for a death in the family /
you never left
You started a story that you could not finish /
and I waited and I waited
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mcmansions
07:45
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Sunrise bakes you/ in a pie/ creates you then forgets
my last drug friend / a hybrid gray alien put out to pasture
It’s not nostalgic /ship to shore / the rhythm of the crows
I need you more than you need me
— forget your worries / butterfly knife trick/ our childhood mcMansions sold and gone //
A ritual/ a demand/ an uncertain prayer intoned in heat
busted knees/ burnt fingers / the knowing exits like a dream
My last drug friend/ in the gravity of your orbit I seem to lose my center
I need you more than you need me
-Have my bible have my gun/a splinter in the timeline
Salt in your eyes/sense enough/ a splinter in the sunrise
— Forget your troubles /never means never / our childhood mcMansion erased erased erased erased //
— come on/ it never shined never shined / our childhood mcMansion is ashes // take my bible take my gun
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safe underneath the water / child of the slaughter / sung it to yourself
sound swimming in the silence / daughter of the violence / sung into the void//
a roxy music cassette/ dying in / the dashboard sun-
clean redemption/ your attention/ asleep in/ someone / else’s / car
found mowing down the flowers/ vanishing the hours/ yelling at the moon
sleep-walking with the jackals/ expanding on the fractals/ a diorama shatters //
the villagers as one/ go quiet as you come/ closer
the weekend cannibals arrive
child of things we never mention / grounded in the tension / & digging up the bones
lost inside of your good graces/ forgot a million faces/ a memory or dream//
worlds never collide/ they just hover and spin /
the sweetest forever is always and never / halfway home / halfway home
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comedy
05:08
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Comedy coming back from the war / I was a camera I was a preacher
Comedy is the blood in your mouth/ not a preacher no more
sound against sound / time against time / let it leave / don’t know how to make it right by you
Comedy is embraceable void/ bar shadows woven in nerve end string/ the absence of faith is a chemical affliction & I’m not your slave anymore .
sound against sound/ a lie to yourself/ let it leave/ don’t know how to make it right by you
Comedy is beginning less time/ wrapped in newspaper like nothing is wrong/ isolation/ everything seems human but it’s not. It is not . It is not . It is not
are you my enemy // made to make you less alone
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Ghosts are only time machines
They’re just as afraid of you as you are.As you are.
The sex lives of saints and invisible men (fear love. Memorized)
devoured (fear love. Memorized)
Eye like an ox/ lost it in the promised land /soul like a pocket calculator /
trying on some new names/ Sunday Sunday/ found my heart. Found my heart
Your fingerprints found all over the scene /
Hide in the dark while your avatar preens
It’s a god given compulsion // devoured
Erasing the stars/ flesh and fell (fear love. Memorized)
Primal deny deny fear love (fear love. Memorized)
Eye like an ox/ lost it in the promised land /soul like a pocket calculator /
trying on some new names/ Sunday Sunday/ found my heart. Found my heart
Sunday Sunday/ found my heart. Found my heart
Eye like an ox/ lost it in the promised land /soul like a pocket calculator /
trying on some new names/ Sunday Sunday/ found my heart. Found my heart
((flesh and fell / in an ox eye / when you hold me / the reflection burns / Bela Tarr / in an ox eye / time stops))
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halloween
04:47
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A painting of a photograph/ of a painting /of a digital file
A death row stewardess/ falling like Rome out of love/ on an empty beach
Robbing the bodies/ after the battle/ the shadow of a shell/ of a dog faced boy
Wander around the story/ waiting to connect and wishing it was fiction (& never coming down)
mother tiger wild
in murderous wallflowers disguise
bite like rats/ steal it back steal your soul back
steal it back/ steal it back/ steal it back
Rust on an ancient sound/ tape saturation on a digital imitation
A temporary bartender/ animals and gods/ falling like Rome out of hope
You know I’m shellshocked and I never got my shit together
Wander around the story/ when we get where we get you know the halloween decorations are never coming down (never coming down)
evil hunger/ glory and greed
after a sweet zen holy perfect fuck
bite like rats/ steal it back steal your soul back
steal it back/ steal it back/ steal it back
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skunkish
06:18
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When did I become the thief / in the story / that you wear / on your face / like a mask
A mcCabe & mrs miller vibe (a winter con / hiding in these walls)
Just another seance gone (wrong)
Twist the ring on your finger / hiding in the curtains tie it’s over (just another seance gone(wrong))
/ When did I become the destruction / that you wear / like an anvil on your back
XX smoke equals hair equals golden eye hazy memory / make the table rumble and shake rumble and shake rumble and shake
Burn up the story and bury the ashes / the angel of sweet subtraction and glory / always and ever hovering over your shoulder /waiting for the seance to go off the rails / waiting to blind you / waiting to enter you / dissect and erase you / making the table rumble and shake . rumble and shake . rumble and shake ..
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You are the way trees and canyons perceive time. sweetly
Third time reading blood meridian now it’s all I see and the music coming through the ceiling at the grocery store makes me want to die
Don’t cry. you broke your own heart without anybody else’s hand on the hammer
a statue with a bloody nose / begging for the rain
all the cocaine happy endings / my love remains
coated in honey/ bleeding out money / let it come. let it come. let it come
Something in your eyes when you’re giving names to all the flies
Gathering to taste the sugar on your bare and wounded leg
You are the way tides and weather perceive time. sweetly
Don’t cry you broke your own heart without anybody else’s hand on the hammer
-un-careful footsteps /at the first blush of a hurricane
all the cocaine happy endings / my love remains
coated in honey/ bleeding out money / let it come. let it come. let it come
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califone / tim rutili / red red meat Los Angeles, California
Califone is an acclaimed musical project centered around Tim Rutili and a regular and rotating list of contributors. Formed out of the Chicago band Red Red Meat, they've been exploring the tension between experimental noise, acoustic texture, technology, humanity, cinematic images and microscopic poetry since 1998 with over a dozen albums of sleeper hits and enduring classics. ... more
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