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Slow Apocalypse
03:42
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A continuous apocalypse
Destruction flits past bleeding slits on my fingers’ tips
Cathedrals to industry built
Crush all that’s below
All that we know; all that we know
A point in time:
1859
Pennsylvania Field
A future was sealed
The balance tips
Slow apocalypse
It’s like a war opened the door
Entered a decline; speeding up time; a finishing line.
A wearing down, down to the ground
From mountain to mound without a sound
Without a sound
A point in time:
1859
Pennsylvania Field
A future was sealed
The balance tips
Slow apocalypse
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2. |
Crows
02:37
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Crows cluck up in the fir tree
Shuffle, rustle over me
Rustle, shuffle over me
They’re watching me
They don’t want me to be ‘round
Though I’m stuck here on the ground
They don’t want me ‘round
I raise my hand to the crows
Ink black wings burst in the sky
Away they fly
They fly
They fly
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3. |
Anthropocene Machines
02:51
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Wrestling with a contortionist
Lip reading a ventriloquist
There must be something I missed
Cicadas ringing in my ears
Spiders creeping in my toes
I wonder if it shows
Who knows?
Call this a sight not a song
So it rhymes with right not wrong
But the words don’t get along
So many things burn up dreams
Nightmare scenes and angry memes
Anthropocene machines
Burning up dreams
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4. |
Another Name
03:24
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Drew a simple line and so divided
people, places, things and so the blame
blew away on winds of pain and violence
When we gave another name
Pointed tweezers pick the chosen items
Box them up and isolate the shame
What was left got hidden in the shadows
When we gave another name
Creeping hidden things that dwell in darkness
Scurry ‘round the issues and the claims
Cut their legs and leave them in a harness
And forget another name
This history is not a mystery,
It’s there to see
Uneven keel, collapse the real
And rename all the things you steal
Corpses silhouetted in the sunset
Form a skyline lit up all in flames
If it’s uncomfortable to live there
We’ll give it another name
If it’s uncomfortable to live here
We give it another name
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5. |
Leonard
04:00
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Leonard, what’s it like to be the child and the kite?
Leonard, who’d you tear apart to be true to your mind and heart?
But kindly, mildly
Kindly, mildly
Kindly, mildly
What does it get me?
Leonard, from your birth did you burn and scorch the earth?
Leonard, did you find the redemption you had in mind?
But kindly, mildly
Kindly, mildly
Kindly, mildly...
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6. |
Maps of a Dog
01:55
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To kick up the dust and leave in disgust
To walk out that door and never grow rust
To navigate by the stars away from regret
Être conscient des mouvements dans ma tête
The maps of a dog don’t look like mine
I can’t read the olfactory legends and lines
But that’s all that I’ve got to find a path through the dark
Sniffing from hydrant to tree through the park
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7. |
Streetcar Tracks
03:24
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You see things in the night
that you can’t see in the light
They’re not phantoms or ghosts
though they look like that the most
In shadows and in alleyways, they huddle
Scurry ‘cross the street blindly
Trip on streetcar tracks
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The Figment Bee Toronto, Ontario
The Figment Bee is a songwriter who resides in Dish With One Spoon Territory. An avid DIY musician, he has made several home recordings over the years.
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