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What the Neutrino Said
03:26
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You are the sum of all of your parts
Squared and then squared again
A walking gestalt stuffed into a cardigan
The tiniest truths turn hands on clocks
Hold up your socks, splash waves on docks
Disintegrate rocks
Today the hillside’s maroon and rust-brown and ochre
The sky’s purple-grey like the breath of a smoker
The vibrating hues wiggle your retinas
Like an insect’s antennas
(da dooo do do)
it’s a song that goes like this:
(da dooo do do)
it’s a song that’s easy to miss
it’s the song of the anvil and hammer as it swings
it’s the song of the hummingbird humming its wings
it’s the bliss and the blur that makes everything, everything
The hum of vibrating strings wiggles your eardrum and
All of the strings at the core of your cerebrum
The tiniest truths resonate tones
Through hair and through bones
And the songs that I cull from the hull of my skull
(da dooo do do)
it’s a song that goes like this:
(da dooo do do)
it’s a song that’s easy to miss
it’s the song of the anvil and hammer as it swings
it’s the song of the hummingbird humming its wings
it’s the bliss and the blur that makes everything, everything
You are the sum of all of your parts
Squared and then squared again
A walking gestalt stuffed into a cardigan
The tiniest truths resonate tones
And splash waves on docks
And slap waves on socks,
Disintegrate…
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2. |
Poison Test
04:09
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Stork, stork with babies blessed
Coddled gently in the nest
Fork the food for the poison test
Ignoring rumours of malignant tumors
Fish, fish caught in the mesh
Coursing veins through mercury flesh
Sewage slurry silage and silt
Ignoring rumours of malignant tumors
They say that this is for the best
We don’t need poison test
But let me tell you how
When I was young I was a fish
and was part of the world
… of the world
Head, head not straight on put
Metal liver, blood of soot
Cluttered heart and shredded lung
Ignoring rumours of malignant tumors
They say that this is for the best
we don’t need poison test
but let me remind you that
when you were young you were a fish
and were part of the world
… of the world
Razor, razor precipice
Unshakable faith in hit and miss
Market birds perched on the tree
One flies, the other flee
Ignoring rumours of malignant tumors
They say that this is for the best
we don’t need poison test
but let me remind you that
when you were young you were a fish
and were part of the world
… of the world
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3. |
Cello on a Lake
03:47
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Drinking cold coffee at your wake
I’m in a cello on a lake
Black water, white caps fill the f-holes
The gale is silent as it blows
Cold water splash down below and
I should be frightened but I’m not
Oboes play winding scales like nerves that wither away
Forming graphs from patent books: Diagram ‘A’
In the violet night
The violet silent night
I never made it to your door
You’re in a coffin on the shore
Standing upright like a pillar
A cloud of kites flies overhead
And when they find that you’re dead
They cluster in the shape of your face
Oboes play winding scales like nerves that wither away
Forming graphs from patent books: diagram ‘A’
In the violet night
The violet silent night
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4. |
Art
03:29
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I wrote the dictionary in the sand by the sea
Sprung full-blown like a mighty deed
Of some mythical man wielding power in the palm of my hand
But of course the tide loves the sand
Goodbye proof
That’s the truth
It’s a fire burning up the roof
When the smoke and embers part
We’ll have charcoal to make art
I sang a symphony from my lips into the breeze
Sprung full-blown like a mighty deed
Of some Renaissance Man advancing civilization
But of course the wind just blew it away
Goodbye proof
That’s the truth
It’s a fire burning up the roof
When the smoke and embers part
We’ll have charcoal to make art
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5. |
Vacuum
03:01
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Is it shining new and fresh as day or rotting in a cage?
Does it cool you like a winter breeze or burn you up with rage?
Is it shallow as a wading pool or deeper than a well?
What got sucked into the vacuum where faith used to dwell?
Does it hold your feet firm on the ground or does it get you high?
Is it bleeding like the impact of a hard philosophy?
Does it drive you to resentment, does it drive you to forgive?
What got sucked into the vacuum where faith used to live?
Is it a source of terror or is it a source of bliss?
Does it provide the things you need or take the things you miss?
Is it a source of laughter or is it a source of tears?
What got sucked into the vacuum where faith lived all those years?
Is it something you’re embarrassed by or something you ignore?
Is it something that consumes you to the core of every pore?
Does it make you content with less or salivate for more?
What got sucked into the vacuum after you closed the door?
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6. |
Rounder on a Bender
02:57
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Rounder on a bender
Knocked off the fender
Feel the scrape of teeth
The pavement
She is a fragrant maze
Of smoky lips
Heart failed
I’m impaled - I’m impaled
On her french inhale
Burning buzzsaw band
I think she touched my hand
Can’t remember things
I keep unforgetting
Yammering carnal talk
How’d I lose one sock
And get bleeding knees
‘neath spinning trees - spinning trees
And I couldn’t find the record machine
To drop a loonie and dance with Irene
She didn’t make the scene all night
Who’s buddy?
Serious silence
Vicarious violence
Fist meet bone, meet floor
Booted out the door
Got this friend in Puslinch (it’s a cinch)
Stumble down the track
Near where Jerry broke his back
Don’t drop the sack
Did we lose Mac?
I used to be a sailor
Or maybe a tailor?
Play Amazing Grace
Lookin in my face
Got a friend in Puslinch
Stumble down the track
Near where Jerry broke his back
Don’t drop the sack
Did we lose Mac?
And I half expect the rifle crack
The rifle crack into my back
Pay off the witness!
Pay off the witness!
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7. |
Dirty Hands
02:50
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Words of mace spraying into your face
Corroding skin
Whispering ways to win
The die is cast, colour-fast with dirty hands
Narrow eye don’t look at the weaker ones
Fang tooth and licking of flaming tongues
The claws are bared and none are spared the dirty hands
Shifting sands in one hundred-thirty lands
Shaking hands with Mr. Dirty Hands
We’re in deep the sickly sweet of dirty hands
Helicopter blades race slicing up the dark space
Helicopter words spin
My ears numb to the din
Shifting sands in one hundred-thirty lands
Shaking hands with Mr. Dirty Hands
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8. |
Nonesuch
02:13
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Nonesuch, nonesuch
Come close your half-masted eyes
Wound spring wound down
The fidgets of digits subside
And never mind the wolves outside
They’ll never bite the love inside
Never mind the wolves outside
Nonesuch, nonesuch
The world sighs and throws back its hands
On the pillow
The richness of breath fills its lands
And now you are the wolf outside
Shiny tooth and tawny hide
Now you are the wolf outside…
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9. |
Stop
03:20
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All the colours boiled down until there’s only two
All the options simplified and called truth for you
The lights are low and
You’re screening out the things you didn’t want to know
Call up the menu
Call up for pizza
Call up the cops
Drop a drug and then you
Numb yourself and then you
Feel your hardened heart stop
Deplore, ignore and close the door on pain as old as rocks
And build a box and fool yourself you think outside your socks
The lights are low and
You’re screening out the things you didn’t want to know
Call up the menu
Call up for pizza
Call up the cops
Drop a drug and then you
Numb yourself and then you
Feel your hardened heart stop
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10. |
You Are the Weather
03:22
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You are the weather
Each season’s song
I forecast the familiar
But I’m always wrong
Yeah, I’m always wrong
You are a roadmap
Like one never seen
Home’s at the centre
The rest is poetry
The rest is poetry
Where time went?
What time spent?
Something like half a life
There was something rough-hewn
That touched me long ago
The splinter’s embedded deeply
Part of my skin
Yeah - you’re part of my skin
You are the weather
In all of its forms
I asked the wind what it was driving at
My body feels its reply
My body feels reply
Where time went?
What time spent?
Something like half a life
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11. |
Rounder's Daughter
05:37
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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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