1. |
limits
03:01
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tonight i'll go to bed with a raised cup,
and be under puddled northwestern rains
when i wake up befuddled
the x-ray kids are scraping their boards on curbs
across the street and
letting irregular verbs floss their teeth
in the soft night i'm running a fever
there are small shapes
circling the hummingbird feeder
everything is rising and sinking in waves
each time i blink the arrays
of coordinates rearrange
i'm astranged from any shore i could cling to
the best irregular heart beat
i can bring you's correcting
in valleys of my angular sleep
i'm expecting you to be there
in the wreckage of my dreams
slipshod chronicles of folded in youth
with little truths
that appear in the smallest of openings
i'm homing in on our yard
flushed with new flowers
the day starts at these crepuscular hours
and i wait
for a new impulse
to trigger a trait
so i can reconfigure my limits
learning how to burrow
into the depths of my workings
with furrowing brow, murk
and a silence behind a curtain
has been the most dangerous magic
i have obtained
it's left me an occasional corpuscle
orbiting my own
brain
in search of an
impulse to land
and train me to expand my limits
i don't mean to be violent to deceased horses
but i can't be silent with these forces afoot
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2. |
poltergeist
02:43
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chasing the ghost of time into my thirties
it's early in the old world
girls hanging clothes on lines
stretched over stone streets splattered with sunshine
american dream shattered by lunch time
i guess last night i woke my wife screaming
poltergeist demon
spokes of bikes weaving through traffic
on bridges drawn like guns leaving
a soft middle for navy ships filled with seamen
a new, loose stitch in the fabric of awesome days
in a malaise but still in control
released on distillery row
see, everything we love is killing us slowly
and things we don't seem to be acting quicker
i guess last night i woke my wife screaming
poltergeist demon
spokes of bikes weaving
between parked cars in southeast
dream without peace
leave while mouthing some slogan
no steam locomotive
these pockets won't hold seam
i'm terrified of losing my keys to everything
let's go berry picking
and click through the haze hiding wyeast
the last few combinations failed
now i'll try these
late in the season
i find breathing easily the holy grail
leaves start completing scenes
on the slopes of trails in the columbia river gorge
you're sweaty and gorgeous
i will gladly give up the fortress
but want you to keep invading
keep up the pretense
smile through your teeth while seething and doing knee bends
at the last moment i will pull up the defense
the sun sets on us and pacific northwestern region
of the united states of love and allegiance!
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3. |
brown
03:47
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rain pixelates the treeline behind it
i've been looking for something i can't find since the nineties
wasting time, lots
chasing blind spots
i won't let the good times pool in the corner
i won't let the good times channel out to the ocean
cicadas are harmonizing with the transformer
my skin is a mix of sand, sweat and lotion
a sazerac is followed by a citrusy hop bomb
and days are walking by, slowly, with locked arms
and i'll be in denver, chicago, or jersey shore when
the summer will leak out in the pink streets of portland
at a venice vaporetto stop
my body has a tenuous grasp of any kind of clock
out on the water with a gang of japanese tourists
my task is to make sure you never lack reassurance
i'll make sure the good times keep on repeating
i've a cassette loop of 23 and half centimeters
i'll make sure the good times never turn off
i've a demonstrable knowledge of slowly leaking faucets
a tipped back manhattan is blending with the sunset
and is followed by a brett c barnyard funk fest
in the streets slowly drying from the seasonal soak
i have rose city pedals embedded in my spokes
I'm wasting time, lots
chasing blind spots
don't leave me here in the summer
at least wait til the rains start to fall
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4. |
safe
03:33
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last working day of the year
construction equipment is quiet
roads are clear
and it feels like a snow day that
developed a low grade fever
manifesting in slow rain
still i'll take this day and
grind it between my teeth
like temporary crown molding
destroy immediately
if found holding
oh we're old enough to know better
but we don't
and i won't ever
leave you alone
and we won't stop moving
if we stop moving we will set
anywhere i go
isn't safe
anywhere i am
isn't safe from me
i'm giddy and charged
a scrambled bus
rambles past us to the city garage
i'm taking a break from
selling my mind
several cells at a time
to make a living at large
the best still ahead of me
though my chest filled with cement debris
i'm home, i won't leave you alone
and we won't stop moving
if we stop moving we will set
anywhere i go
isn't safe
anywhere i am
isn't safe from me
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5. |
wellbeing plan
03:26
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wearing company colors
into the weekend
and like an aimless drone streaking the blue sky
seeking the heat of a too lithe
ever elusive target
i'm leaking the slightest bit of doubt
whereas i had been devout
i need a hairless situation
because i
go to and come home from work
in the dark
i don't see daylight
i see dielight
maybe all i needed
was to bang my head in secret
and emerge bruised but clear
under stalactite chandeliers
where the gray sky runs into
insouciant night
out on the blacklight pier
they don't need me here
oh bottle up whatever might hurt your loves
puke up the rest
i'm up before the virgin sun
doing the best i can
for luka and beth
that's why i
go to and come home from work
in the dark
i don't see daylight
i see dielight
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6. |
small chance
04:39
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low tide nose dive oh i know my
limits, i let no time go by
eyelet hook, pilot look-no sky
nose dive i let low tide slow-dry
fall runs a silvery thread to tug and pull
willow leaves and pine needles down by the bucketful
your
posed lips--rose hips
low hiss
fall runs a silvery thread
fall runs a slivery thread
there's a small chance that
we'll succeed where others have
failed
there's a small chance that
we'll succeed
this city's both expanding and contracting
this dichotomy's demanding alacrity
to move through the day like
product through a factory
and fortune favors the proactive
you get more calls when you attack the basket
and no matter when or where, somebody will say
"this is not how it was back then"
there's a small chance that
we'll succeed where others have
failed
there's a small chance that
we'll succeed
so little of this piddle's original
when you facsimile in digital,
you betray your sources
i think of myself as a song ninja, though
lurking, then slicing the dark with stark syllables
face covered like an everyman
pruning as in drying
pruning as in trying
to trim myself down to the essentials
i need for surviving
tuning my tremored tenor to the pitch of the room i'm in
there's a small chance that
we'll succeed where others have
failed
there's a small chance that
we'll succeed
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7. |
syconia
03:15
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knocking around
the ill and well-lit cul-de-sacs of the world
with a handful of blooming roses
wildflowers explode into view
like cutting a fig open/ into two
crickets shimmer like tambourines
like ripples in the river
i let everything i let everything i let everything
slip through splits in the melody
the grain exposed and innocent
now when will we
ever stop feeling terribly guilty
this day of work's got us incredibly filthy
you're telling me this week
we'll live from the fig tree
while the enemy blitzkrieg
there's blood in the sun,
we drink strictly
istrian wine
yeah. early here late home
stalking the halls like the ghost of a scarecrow
mostly i'm careful
but i'm getting that feeling
tonight i am feckless, reckless and reeling
there's a chair pulled
in and out of the guestroom
when guests come
and put back when they leave
i find this surprisingly stressful
(the enemy's everything)
your smile is successful
in wrestling this and many thoughts of its ilk
from the front of my mind to short memory's hills
and if i seem to be remembering still
i'll get my hat
and head to the cellar
there forever will be
istrian wine
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8. |
early nineties
02:56
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se portland yard, hops and grapes on the trellis
the house is full of us, our pets, and both sets of parents
i'm probing at the edge of a hedge for a clearing of song
the prickers and thorns have assured me i'm still hearing it wrong
when i've broken it's been nothing like glass
more like a circuit breaker
that trips and then returns to the past
when i've spun out it's been somewhat a tale
but more like the time
the car failed to find grip on the black ice in hail
just over the pennsylvania border
and sailed choppy and frail into the divider
came in hard and broke to the side late like a slider
i was and still remain unbroken as such
not since my last fever have i spoken this much
we could have never imagined
it would turn out this good
turn out this good
never imagined it would turn out this good
in the early nineties
the waves in the sea are climbing a rope
grave and invisible everyone i know is fine, i hope
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