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Pizza Bank
03:02
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There are two kinds of dough
That makes this world spin round.
Enjoy them both at the same time
Eating with your dollar, yen, and pounds.
How’s that sound?
Pizza globbed with tiny governmental seals.
Food approved by the F.D.A.
And by the U.S. Mint the real deal.
Speaking of mints
You get some after your meal.
Here at pizza bank
Insurance solutions while you chew.
Here at pizza bank
Our legacy’s in pleasing you.
Elsewhere a fool and
His money part but not with us.
Oh pizza bank
Oh pizza bank
The pizza joint account you trust.
They say that money
Cannot buy you happiness,
But happiness is pizza
So that’s got to be at least second best.
Maybe best.
Every Friday a masked man
Points a gun at your face
And demands all your money.
Give it over before you say family grace.
Just a quirk of this place.
No need for mace.
It’s a trade-off for taste.
Here at pizza bank
There’s credit in tomato sauce.
Here at pizza bank
Our fiscal gain matches your loss.
Elsewhere a fool and
His money part but not with us.
Oh pizza bank
Oh pizza bank
The pizza joint account you trust.
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2. |
Bloomin'
02:52
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Perusing books you never wrote but plainly publish in your smirks.
Tapping into the compendium of brilliance where you lurk.
A trillion flares point towards the aura where you breathe; inhabit space.
Never before have I changed so much in a time rift of posthaste.
Right behind you, I create ghosts who are for you clapping.
But you're just living. You're not trying to make this earthquake happen.
Am I in your frame?
Or am I blotched again?
The decision's raw
From the voice of awe
And blinks you never saw
Who morph out of the law
And my shaken paws
I fear will become claw.
My thoughts are blah
Cause the decision's raw.
You glimmer clarity in war-struck woods where nature's fallen.
Revive the mystery that's been with me since I've been crawling.
I thought I'd master human understanding as I've known it,
But you extract something new and my cover's almost blown it.
Stirring pots I once had tremorred were off-limits for me.
Churning life from single tom-tom to a vast symphony.
Awake from cocoon
And I'm still a loon
But an enlightened one.
I haven't lost the fun.
In fact the more I've won,
Yet I am nowhere done.
Must continue to run
Towards impossible sun.
Less demand for stun
For an enlightened one.
Regardless of my dreams, you still have formed a better human.
Still hope I flourish in your mind just like a flower bloomin'.
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3. |
Lil Ol' Seed
04:01
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Lil ol' seed
So very small
A tree embryo
In a seed coat shawl
Biding my time
Starting to grow
Knowing that someday
I'll get to go
Epicotyl becomes the shoot
Radicle's now primary root
Cotyledons form my leaves
No, I ain't no weed
I'm a lil ol' tree
No more lil ol' seed
I'm a lil ol' tree
Lil ol' tree
Dormant no more
Someday I'll get out of here
And go and explore
Travel the world
That's what I'll do
I'll kiss the dirt goodbye
Forever bid it adieu
For now I'm anchored to the ground
Fungi friends are scattered 'round
Nutrients are getting to me
And someday I'll be free
This lil ol' tree
Now no more lil ol' seed
I'm a big ol' tree
Big ol' tree
Decades past
Still stuck rooted in the same ol' grass
Infested parasitic hub
Best friend's a squirrel nest in a nearby shrub
I'm getting fed up with this.
Where is my traveling bliss?
I thought that someday I could leave
But sadly now I see
I'm just a big ol' tree
Whee.
I'm just a big ol' tree.
Dyin' ol' tree
Ancient one
It seems that my life has never begun
Same ol' birds, same ol' sky
I think it's time that I say goodbye
Yes that's just what I'll do
My body mass is rather huge
I'll smash you all to smithereens
My falling carcass will cause some some screams
Destruction, mass destruction ahoy
And all that you enjoy I'll destroy
And soon I'll be traveling
Like I was meant to be
A falling dying ol' tree
Once a lil ol' seed
Now just me
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4. |
Death to Crimble
02:24
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Every night comes this pursed old lady
Her crumbly hair bun always looks shady
Wearing grey with the same stain on her clothes
Comes to fix us a gruelly old supper
The same old thing poured in cups her
Nasty dish that tightens up my nose
It smells of liver milkshake I propose
It leaves every skin pore fast exposed
Death to crimble.
It clambers in my throat.
Lines my inner stomach like a coat.
Death to crimble.
I’d rather eat a slug.
Does anyone have cow pee I could chug?
I can’t eat another thimble
Of this crimble.
I swear the leftovers twitch alive at night.
It slowly rises from the plate upright.
And tries to gag me slowly in my sleep.
I suspect the crimble’s murderous.
It’s making my life crazy stressed.
Or maybe it’s the old lady whose the creep.
Always knew her glass eye hears me breathe.
Always thought there was malice underneath.
Death to crimble.
It clambers in my throat.
Lines my inner stomach like a coat.
Death to crimble.
I’d rather eat a slug.
Does anyone have cow pee I could chug?
I can’t eat another thimble
Of this crimble.
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5. |
Winter
03:48
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Though his wife was gone
He somehow carried on
Cause he promised he would bury her
Held his newborn close
Making sure she wasn’t ghost
Raise a baby girl in the winter
As the child grew
It’s like she somehow knew
That the world had all to permit her
Played outdoors with dad
To plow away his sad
Making snowmen out in the winter
Over time the snow that once had been so bleak
Became a yearly call of fun times and mystique
Father, daughter for adventure in the white
Snow days extended out into chilly night
As the clock swirled by
Every winter kissed goodbye
But the season always reoccurred
The man was young no more
But yet they still explored
And ventured out in the winter
One day he grew ill
And prescribed a hundred pills
But nothing made him better
So the girl moved in
With her own kid and husband
And took care of him in the winter
She reminisced with him about the ages past
And all the snowmen that they had now amassed
Laughter seeped into the night as it once had
Crackling moments to be had with aged dad
But as he grew health
The virus had such stealth
And as in it’s nature it transferred
So it was the girl
Who left this tortured world
Instead of dad in the winter
Alone once more
The snow became a chore
Freezing to his cheeks like splinters
Yet he hobbled out
To give her one last shout
Smiling out two names in the winter
Two fizzling flames in the winter
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6. |
Splendid Pairing
02:38
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There. If only to furnish your
Smile. I just want to stare for a
While. Won’t you accomodate
Cause you resuscitate
And it just culminantes
To
A fantasy woven by
You
Straight outta your mind
I’m out of mine.
And I kinda find that it’s true
A splendid pairing of two
Understanding is something you’re always there
Handing. And it finally feels like I’m
Landing. And thank you for joining
Cause I feel anointed
Particularly pointed
To
A fantasy woven by
You
Straight outta your mind
I’m out of mine.
And I kinda find that it’s true
A splendid pairing of two
Here’s a glass of time to spend
You drink it down with me
Fill it tippy-top again
Another jubilee
Wasting hours never feels like
Waste against your being
Still constantly amused that
I am what you are seeing.
Laughing is something we do best when
Crafting a connection that we are still
Drafting but that seems resilient
And you’re so damn brilliant
A massive fulfillment
To
A fantasy woven by
You
Straight outta your mind
I’m out of mine.
And I kinda find that it’s true
A splendid pairing of two
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7. |
The Undersand Café
03:02
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Lightning strikes and off colored thunder,
Cigarette smoke pushing raindrops asunder,
The fog is a pool. Try to float but slip under,
My eyes full of oceans under glass.
Soup by the bowl, caffeine by the gram,
I vouch for a desk, but pay for the land,
There are trees on the shore, shops under the sand,
My eyes are the blocks in the market square towers.
A round on the house skirts a square table,
Woven like lace, a noose fenced round the able,
At the top of the tree rocks a boat like a cradle,
My eyes are clouds staring up through atmosphere.
God in the sky casts its fishing line down,
Lets the happy ones go with a laugh but no sound,
Can’t reach the sad ones, their lips to the ground,
My eyes are ripples on the water.
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8. |
Poet's Luck
02:53
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I’ve got a pocket full of patches
And a jacket full of holes,
But I haven’t any string
To make the patches hold.
I got a windpipe dry with thirst
And a sky all full of rain,
But back aways I lost my cup,
That water’s for the drain.
But back aways I lost my cup,
That water’s for the drain.
I’ve got a mattress soft and warm
And a pillow to cradle my head,
But my brain and heart won’t find their rest,
Those dreams are for the wind.
I’ve got a fist all full of keys
And a gate all lined with locks,
But I don’t have patience, now,
To match and step across
But I don’t have patience, now,
To match and step across
And I have a head full of rhymes
And a library of words to lend,
But I haven’t spit a poem in years,
And not for want of a pen.
Of a pen.
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9. |
Word Streams
03:02
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Word stream
Sweeping through
Once they get ahold of you
Can’t play both the fields
Tensing for the big reveal
Crack swipe
Now you’re gone
Lying through your teeth in song
Were there people here?
Or was the raja upping fear?
Comfort in integrity
Swear they’re not getting in me
But is the me the skin I’m in?
Because it’s stretching rather thin.
Chess piece. It’s your move.
Flip the game board to disprove
Dismounting to hypocrisy
Nodding yes to guarantee
Word stream
Grab your mat
A star is there to show where at
Castrate your mind to fear
Cause looking glass is nowhere near
Everywhere I spin and sail
Sirens sing to much avail.
Beauty once deep in my thoughts
Looks like my idea’s been bought.
Hi there. What’s your name?
Also here to play this game?
Looks like you’re just in time.
Oh where’d you go? Nevermind.
You’re just candy wrapper too.
I’ll keep glancing towards the moon.
Word stream
Scoff and shine
Pretend your words more worth than mine
Seat belt in its stand
You really showed who’s in command
Bubbles out your nose
Glisten bleak so apropos
Ice cream in my hand
Seems to sacrifice my plan
Dare I throw away
The only thing they’ll eat today?
Do I tuck the veil
Or slowly plan another trail?
Ears clogged out of spite
I think I will rest well tonight.
Handshake. Wish you well.
Don’t think I have the time to spell
Out my future for
The two-faced out upon the shore
So I’ll keep the mast away
Heading far at last today
Think I’ve won this one
At least until the next’s begun
Word stream
If I may
Trickles the birth and decay.
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Say what you will. The future's already done.
Say what you will.
Say what you will. The graves are overturned.
Say what you will.
It's done.
It's done.
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