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The Greenstone carver sits, a ghost
Aside the river's western coast
And all he has, a carver's mind
A knife and chisel, sharpened fine
Yet with these weapons firm in hand
He leaves the next move to the land
For should the river choose to starve
Him of its bounty, he'll not carve
The westerly wind
Wanders in, and he shivers
And waits for the slivers
The river
Delivers
The writer sits, her scribbling self
In front of books on every shelf
Her tools and toys, all paper bound
Her influence, her theory sound
The bow window with lifted blind
Cast open like her waiting mind
In hope to catch a blown surprise
Til then, the pen? It never dries
The westerly wind
Wanders in, and she shivers
And waits for the slivers
The river
Delivers
One day the wind blew to your door
A something never seen before
A gemstone unrefined and coarse
Impossible to find the source
Not for you now to sully, no
But gently take in hand, and so
You shape what no-one's ever known
To something lovely on its own
The westerly wind
Wanders in, and you shiver
And wait for the slivers
The river
Delivers
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2. |
Dutch Cassidy - Tiger
03:39
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I have a Bengal tiger
His name is Roary Jack
He's fur and teeth and muscle
Made of orange, striped with black
His smile is wide and pointy
His coat is thick and coarse
And he can kill the tallest man
Without the least remorse
I feel a little safer
When he's inside his cage
Where he can't tear a man to strips
In just one fit of rage
But life is not a fair thing
In his cage, he cannot stay
For I will die if I don't walk this tiger thrice a day
Although when he's out on the leash
There'll be all hell to pay
But I will die if I don't walk this tiger thrice a day
I have a wooden cabinet
A box of buried treasure
It's full of every spirit made
In every single measure
It's made of sweetest poison
Laced with everything to thrill
A drop or two can titillate
A little more can kill
I feel a little safer
When all is locked inside
Where it can't stab my heart
Or bayonet my wounded pride
But life is not a fair thing
In their case, they cannot stay
For I will die if I don't drink a bottle thrice a day
Although each time the stopper's off
There'll be all hell to pay
I'll surely die if I don't drink a bottle thrice a day
But what is there to do
If there's but death if you deprive?
When your sin is taking too much
Of what keeps your soul alive
Alive
For life is not a fair thing
In this skin, I cannot stay
For I will die if I don't feed this demon thrice a day
And though when tooth and morsel meet
There'll be all hell to pay
I'll surely die if I don't feed this demon thrice a day
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A sinew of a heaven blue
Peeked out behind a hairline crack
In nimbostratic fairy floss
Of dark despair and dungeon black
The four winds tossed all souls about
Like some great mystic sport
'Another partly cloudy day
In Wellington' I thought
The winter rain fell upward
Blessing undersides of hats and beards
The sky-blue sky tore tiny rents
In clouds, that quickly disappeared
As trampolines flew soaring
Like the butterflies that fluttered
'Another partly cloudy day
In Wellington' I muttered
'Not brilliant' said the weather girl
Each evening, 'But you'll cope -
Abandon your umbrellas, friends
But don't abandon hope'
Another slip of hillside soil
Another slip on roadside tile
Another day, another cent
Another inch, another mile
Another working unemployed
Another living dead
'Another partly cloudy day
In Wellington' I said.
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Beneath the tree i lie and read
A book by Gilgamesh
But through his eyes, I taunt him
With his family's shredded flesh
This warm and gentle story
Seems so innocent to me
But it's another tale
From the perspective of the tree
Nearby, I built a great log cabin
I am safe and warm within
But to he, I shelter in a pile
Of cut-down bodies of his kin
This fond and steady dwelling
Seems so innocent to me
But it is no hearth or home
From the perspective of the tree
I throw another splitted branch
Down upon the crackling flames
To he, another desecrated corpse
Burned to ashes in my name
This gentle act of warming
Seems to innocent to me
But one more soul defiled
From the perspective of the tree
And what about a treehouse?
The greatest sin of all
To nail him to the twisted bones
Of who'd before him fall
And what a parting insult
This last disdaining thing
To sit upon this gruesome throne
And look down on him like a king
Beneath the tree i lie and read
A book by Gilgamesh
But through his eyes, I taunt him
With his family's shredded flesh
This warm and gentle story
Seems so innocent to me
But it's another tale
From the perspective of the tree
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Pages, Pages
Story's just begun anew
Soon the choice will be in your hands
Now's your chance to guide the hero through
But every path that lies ahead is strange and costly
Each no better than the last
Paved with shards of all the chances squandered
Every open doorway passed
Choose your own adventure, you decide the hero's fate
Go forth between hope and hopeless
Trace your path to death, the road is long but never straight
Changes, changes
Are your only constant friend
Paralysed by indecision
Leap by faith until you reach "The End"
And yet the fickle finger of your twisting fortune
Never clings to your last page
Pushing you until you find the passage
To escape this mortal cage
Choose your own adventure, you decide the hero's fate
Go forth between hope and hopeless
Trace your path to death, the road is long but never straight
There's no way to go but onwards
Choose your own adventure, take this tale and make it great
Make it great
Make it great
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6. |
Axl - Space Jam
03:41
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In a hundred years' time
If not more soon
John Brown will be really annoyed
At having to get up
And go to the moon
For a meeting he cannot avoid
And leave on his lonesome
Far back at home
Oswaldo, his faithful Alsatian
With nothing to do
But to chew on a bone
While John's boarding at the Space Station
CHORUS
He'll be trapped in a space Jam
Man can't manouevre
Gridlocked in the great beyond
Lost in a vacuum
(not like a hoover)
Deep inside this darkest pond
He'll switch on a podcast
For 96 hours
And wish that he wasn't alive
Construction delayed
Due to meteor showers
He's stuck on the Z-95
Another delay
In the Transit to Mars
Performing a maintenance check
Sounds like an excuse
To sell hamburger bars
At the Burger King down on C Deck
CHORUS
And he sits, and he fumes
And he thinks of his plight
And he's sure he's forgotten
To turn off the light
And we'd pity this man
Sitting idle in space
If we still have a moon
Or the old human race
CHORUS x 2
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I trim my beard with Occam's razor
Occam's razor, Occam's razor
Trim my beard with Occam's razor
Nicked myself as hairs would crop
I'm bleeding now, and cannot find
Cannot find, I cannot find
I'm bleeding now, and cannot find
The simplest way to make it stop
At five, I took a trip to Rome
But all roads led me straight back there
At ten, I threw a boomerang
And now I live in constant fear
Fifth world problems...
I stepped inside my local diner
Local diner, local diner
Stepped inside my local diner
Ordered milkshakes bottomless
Every boy came to my yard
To my yard, To my yard
Yes, every boy came to my yard
And carved an infinite abyss
I miss my partner all the time
And kiss the air around her cheek
My new year resolution's low
The world has been a blur all week
Fifth world problems...
I bottled up my loneliness
My loneliness, my loneliness
Bottled up my loneliness
Until my loneliness fermented
Now I have some fine champagne
Such fine champagne, such fine champagne
Now I have some fine champagne
But none to drink with, I lamented
You're trapped inside the second person
Please help you, oh God, help you
I broke the fifth wall, now my listeners
Know that they're a fiction too
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Inside a vast and timeless land
There lies a single grain of sand
Beside it, deep in lifeless sleep
Are piled a thousand in a heap
Then, on the east wind, flies a rook
And takes a grain in talon's crook
From off this sandy hillock's crown
And by the hermit, lays it down
CHORUS
A grain of truth, a mound of lies
A paradox in Paradise
And with each thousand new years' tick
The ageless rook repeats his trick
Until, at last, upon the beach,
Lies two sets of five hundred each
CHORUS
Til finally, his work now done
The rook flies east into the sun
A thousand grains could then be found
That never did become a mound
And by its side, a pile sits dumb
Consisting of one single crumb
CHORUS
For one grain cannot make a mound
But where a thousand more are found
With every mote you take away
The pinnacle remains to stay!
From lofty peak to single grain,
Just how long does the pile remain?
CHORUS
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There's nothing quite as comfortable
There's nothing quite as soft
If you're in a shack in Peckham
or a trendy New York loft
Or a starter home in Dublin
Or a tent pegged on Mt. Acton
Or a humpy up in Humpty Doo
Oops, sorry, got distracted
There's nothing quite as comfortable
There's nothing quite as plush
In a South Chicago duplex
Or the streets of Bangladush
Or a favela in Rio
Or a chateaux in the Loire
Or a mud hut in Djibouti
Oops, once distracted once more, ha
There's nothing quite as comfortable
There's nothing quite as comfy
If you're in the presidential suite
Or shacked up in a gum tree
Or a hammock in Barbados
Or a palace in Iraq
Or a floor in post-war Kosovo
Oh dear, once more off track
There's nothing quite as comfortable
There's nothing quite as cozy
If you're in the gentrifying 'burb
of old Katakonozi
Or a garage in South Auckland
(Tories say 'what housing crisis?')
Or a bomb shelter in Little Rock
Sleep-talking about Isis
There's nothing quite as comfortable
There's nothing so sublime
As your bed right at the moment
When you're s'posed to rise and shine!
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Let's get back out of retirement
Lazy Afro, Stephen Wordsmith
Terracotta bureaucrat, a
cataphract of admin matters
Bamboo scroll in hand with knife
For paperwork in afterlife
Terracotta bureaucrat, a
pen to scribe and ink to spatter
Join your god-king child immortal
Form his heaven's IT portal
Terracotta bureaucrat
Terracotta bureaucrat
Terracotta bureaucrat, a
jotter-down of admin chatter
Pen held tight, more might than sword
- To impress the emperor
Terracotta bureaucrat, a
secretary of despot patter
Sponger of an undead army
Work-death balance drives you barmy
Terracotta bureaucrat
Terracotta bureaucrat
BRIDGE
As hereafter's horde doth rise, Terracotta bureaucrat
You cross the Ts and dot the Is, Terracotta bureaucrat
O play your part in undeath's aims
They kick the arse, you take the names -
No life insurance left to claim
O Terracotta bureaucrat!
Terracotta bureaucrat
Terracotta bureaucrat
Terracotta bureaucrat, a
ledger clogged as weapons clatter
Corpses mounting, bodies counting
God-king waits for your accounting!
Terracotta bureaucrat
Terracotta bureaucrat
Terracotta bureaucrat
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11. |
Aquino - Teaspoon
02:12
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If ever you feel tiny
Petty, little, insignificant
Remember that you're made of stuff
That's made of stuff and more
A condescending Escher stairwell
Built of organs, skin and cells
Bacteria and Virii, DNA,
Atoms galore
There's seven billion billion billion
(seven million million trillion)
Atoms on your brilliant person
And my understanding
Is that in the great scheme of things
That all diminish without finish
Atoms aren't the bottom step
They're merely the top landing!
But even at the level where
We delve from feet to nanometres
Filing for the diamonds midst
The nanoscopic rubble
We find that in their adamance
The utmost pusillanimous
Of things upon this troubled world
Can cause a world of trouble!
Consider this:
All the HIV that's circling
In the bloodstream of the millions
Upon millions of the victims
Who're afflicted here on earth
Could all fit inside a teaspoon
Yes, a teaspoon, like the teaspoon
That poured coffee in my teacup
In my kitchen in West Perth
Or Bloomfield, NJ
And, quite frankly, I would rather
That that hardy little virus
Was all sitting in that millimetre
Measuring device
Than poisoning the veins
Of half of Africa, subtracting
Twenty years of life expectancy
At best, I would surmise
(Of course, I'd have to quarantine
The caffeine in the coffee tea-
spoon, sealed up for eternity
Like some time capsule trinket
Lest I stumble in the kitchen
In a fit of this bewitchedness
And fix a cataclysmic hit
Of Instant, and then drink it)
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12. |
Mike Skliar - Parallel
02:52
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Out yonder in the dark of space
There are, each in their special place
Those planets, those unlucky ones
Who muddle through without a sun
Just think, what an horrific curse
To hurtle on across the verse
At speeds that frankly terrify
Without a light to guide the eye
To flee the astronomic scene
And cross the cosmos, sight unseen
No man bears witness to their flight
The thief in this expanding night
What skeletons lie on the shelf
Of this world which abducts itself
And takes it for a starlit ride?
What does this dark world have to hide?
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Now close to home, before the pale
Indeed on quite a smaller scale
We see this very scene unfold
On Friday nights of bitter cold
A man of most uneven keel
Ensconced behind a steering wheel
Will beat a wavering retreat
To home along a country street
With liquor on his bated breath
He flirts each twist and turn with death
But fearing the policeman's wrath
Shines no light on his winding path
And so this body wends its way
Through dark and silence, til the day
The learned man sighs in despair
And tell the world there's no life there
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CHORUS
Some people desire to be lions
Some others prefer to be cats
The mad little hatters, who'd opt for the latter?
Just what do you make of all that?
A lion's a king of the jungle
The top of the lunchable chain
A roar like Pat Benatar, teeth like a scimitar
Wrapped in the bushiest mane
And so full of grace is his dinner
For everything 'round him is prey
You're safe from your plight if he's sleeping tonight
But the hunger's just a whim away
a whim away, a whim away...
CHORUS
A kitty-cat's little-bit smaller
A cute and adorable thing
You're fine, baby bunting, his targets for hunting
Are meeses and pieces of string
But kitty-cats have the last chuckle
Yes, they've got one up on the lion
They get the most value from humans, I tell you
And do it without even tryin'
CHORUS
BRIDGE
For what's around this mortal bone?
A dozen dozen pounds of flesh
(Though slightly more in San Antone
And slightly less in Bangladesh)
A single snack for those in Prides
But otherwise, a lifetime's source
Of ready meals served tableside
For felis catus kits, of course
CHORUS
EPILOGUE
So all throughout their lives
of two and seven
Their owner sees to it
that they've not fasted
And when the owner shuffles
off to heaven
They'll eat them anyway -
cause cats are bastards
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In darkest hours
She stalks the hall
Mascara tears
Run down her face
I'm trapped
Forever trapped, she cries
My dress won't fall
My beau won't wake
A nightmare stitched from all the shattered visions in her head
A sharp and dashing body laid unmoving in the bed
My beau won't wake
My dress won't fall
I'm trapped,
Forever trapped, she calls
And down her face
Mascara tears
She stalks the halls
Her darkest years
A half-drunk glass of water's ring upon the windowsill
A man with ring on finger under covers, drunker still
Her footsteps echo on the floor, her face a broken look
She calls out for a stranger's hand to swift undo the hook
My beau won't wake
My dress won't fall
I'm trapped,
Forever trapped, she calls
And down her face
Mascara tears
She stalks the halls
Her darkest years
Before the dear beloved, dear
I take thee as you are
To have and hold a drink in hand
Til dead drunk do we part
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When they call
They are nameless
And faceless
And blameless
On each word I hang
On the edge
And they speak with one nail
On the cusp of a trigger
Or one foot hung over
A ledge
And they talk
And they talk
And I listen
As we edged
Towards midnight
She picked up the phone
With her other hand
Cradling the gun
And she told me
My voice
Rang so strangely familiar
In fact, almost like
Her own son
And she talked
And she talked
And I listened
So I asked
Should I lend you
The ear of another
If you feel you have told mine
Enough
But no, she replied
You have my blessing
It's like
I'm confessing
To someone I love
I knew I'd heard that very voice
Escaping from the very lips
Of a soul I knew that wore that very name
It sang a song of failure, sins
Of loss of love and innocence
And no-one else's shoulders for the blame
It soft confessed to every fault
As words and tears would flow and halt
While nighttime slipped through shadows to the morn
Til in the end, the song was sung
Just she and I alone among
A lifetime's burden ever-silent borne
And she talked
And I listened
Til no words remained
She said 'thank you' at last
Then I heard
The dull bray
Of a cartridge
Discarded, and fallen
A click
Then no further word
Now nothing remains
Of that night
But an imprint
Of something in dust
In the shed
And from
That day on
Not the tiniest mention
Of what came to pass
Will be said
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CHORUS
88 Hours
88 Hours
He sat like a stone for 88 Hours
Didn't shift a bone for 88 Hours
Moved neither muscle
Nor tiny corpuscle
He sat like a stone for 88 Hours
88 Hours
Late afternoon came the gnawing ache
Pushed him through hell for his heaven's sake
Stabbed in the throat by a toothsome menace
Grabbed his old coat, headed off to the dentist
CHORUS
Swept through the lobby at 4:58
The dentist alone to determine his fate
The anaesthetic angel gone for the night
He sat in the chair and the doc strapped him tight
CHORUS
His drill firm in hand like an erstwhile dagger
The dentist leaned in, then started to stagger
Clutching with knuckles of white at his chest
Collapsed to the floor with a cardiac arrest
CHORUS
BRIDGE
And so they passed Friday night together
This unlikely pair
A dentist dead, a statue of a man
His teeth in disrepair
Thus passed the longest long weekend
He'd ever suffered through before
Until at last on Tuesday morning
Heard a key turn in the door
CHORUS
The secretary gasped at this hierogylph
A man now a stiffy, and one rather stiff
She undid the fetters, the hero released
A pity his toothache no morsel had ceased
CHORUS
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17. |
Lori Citro - Dragon
05:49
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Dragon, Dragon
Enemy mine
Sleep in your cradle
Of treasure fine
Objects of pleasure
Your edgeless shrine
Dragon, Dragon
Enemy mine
Dragon, Dragon
Enemy mine
Weary world traveler
Blazing your path
Villages burn
By the heat of your wrath
Voyagers die
By your talon's cold sting
Continents touched
By the shade of your wing
CHORUS
Haste to the banks
Break through the vault
The floor of your cavern
These prizes to salt
Tear the chests open!
Savage the stores!
Take what you wish
What's theirs is now yours
Dragon , dragon
Enemy mine
Dragon , dragon
Enemy mine
They called and I answered
Sharpened my blade
Polished my armor
Settled my pay
Journeyed for eons
Through forest and glade
To live off the spoils
I gained on my way (CHORUS)
A saddle cut gem
From a foreigner's horse
A scepter of bone
From a skeleton's tomb
The furs of a sabre-tooth
Blocking my course
Destined to rot
In a chest in my room
BRIDGE
And moments from your cave, I pause, and sigh:
My foe, we're not so different, you and I (CHORUS 2X)
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How strange, the world seen through a lens
The light fantastic as it bends
Around the titans far beyond
The walls of this unstirring pond
Who drift and glide with silent glee
Across the rim where sky meets sea
These ghosts and shadowed beasts that pass
Before the eye that sees through glass
Here on a voyage none can chart
Through East and West, through dark and light
As here and now approach and part
To pass as ships within the night
Their time in space now duly served
One moment here, another gone
The horizon line is curved, curved
Curved as a glass stretching ever on
Now set upon our steady course
And never yet in sight of land
Our minuscule and mighty force
Equipped with all we have at hand
To tear the sails and smash the hulls
Of any foe to come my way
But the skies ahead are clear, clear
Clear as glass for another day
And so, we journey ever on
Our pathway clear and set in stone
With shifting souls on every side
And yet we cross the seas alone
Beneath this great chaotic sky
The strokes of colour in the grey
But the seas ahead are calm, calm
Still as glass for another day
Before the eye that sees through glass
These ghosts and shadowed beasts that pass
Across the rim where sky meets sea
Who drift and glide with silent glee
The walls of this unstirring pond
Around the titans far beyond
The light fantastic as it bends
How strange, the world seen through a lens
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