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normal
01:10
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gotta get my vibe up
gotta pull my shirt off
gotta get my vibe up
pull my shorts on
gotta get my vibe up
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2. |
patience is abnormal
01:26
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Patience is abnormal
But normally necessary
I beat a path to blasphemy
By way of my design
What’s the good of working on it
If there’s no one to co-sign
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you + me
01:28
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I wanted to show you that I wanted you no matter what
But when I showed up I was tired I had an empty cup
Yet even those moments that we shared they were enough
And as I’m writing this to me I fill my cup
And as I’m writing this to me I fill my cup
now I should find my fuckin pelpone pelpone
my p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pelphone
and send you a text
send you a call
give you my all
give me my all
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4. |
went to the forest
04:09
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Victim villain savior is more fluid than prescriptive
I went to the forest for that one
How to hold a perspective without the need to be right
I went to the forest for that one
How to hunch in a ball while avoiding the light
I went to the forest for that one
How to hum and circle dilapidated blight
I went to the forest for that one
How to slow my pulse and dissolve my need to fight
I went to the forest for that one
How to gaze at dad’s angel until my vision dissolves
I went to the forest for that one
For the ancient rusty stove and the bed springs and tires
I went to the forest for that one
With the hush if snow pillows and a song in my mind
I went to the forest for that one
For dimensional humming buzzing chirping and time
I went to the forest for that one
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5. |
wheat paste glue
01:35
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Lemons on the cutting board
Its winter time
I have half a mind
With which to rock
Rye bread
I take a chunk
It goos my mouth up
Wheat paste glue
Wheat paste glue
Wheat paste glue
Wheat paste glue
Hey who are you
Wheat paste glue
Wheat paste glue
Wheat paste glue
Now with attitude
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ring around
01:09
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Ring around
And ring around
A rod ring
Log lamp
Camp and a romp stamp
Better pound down now
How bout we gooo
Down
down now
{Up at the nutcrack of dawn
And thankful that our friendship
Feels like having an ace up my sleeve
And I can’t imagine taking this shirt off}
Now leave that all alone
Exquisite going to home
{It’s seven fifteen in the morning
And I have already brought so much water into my space
Boiling water stove-top for coffee and now tea
Three loads of laundry
every faucet flowing rinsing
Washing spit from my mouth down
And a bath
And soon the dishwasher…}
im a frog on a log lil frog in a bog on a log
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zeroes and ones
01:51
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im doing that thing you hate, hate, hate
im doing that thing you hate, hate, hate
to get a reaction from you
im not doing that thing you hate, hate, hate
im not doing that thing you hate, hate, hate
so i can be closer with you
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11:15 PM Fairfield Iowa
The snow is crackling in my back yard
dimples of grass the size of my palm and smaller
it was a long day just above freezing
the snow is crackling in my back yard
It will still be there in the morning
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cold caponey nosey
03:31
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cold capone knows
where your nose goes
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I am at the edge of all human feeling
Looking after my libidinal health
I started in the imaginal
Ticking amorphous
woah here I am now
Lucidity
prone to devotion
i am continuously interested in whats new with you
i am continuously interested in whats new with you
i am continuously interested in whats new with you
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10. |
caroline snead
01:28
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Caroline Snead
Her heart still beats
Winter’s tree
Tucked in so neatly
Caroline Snead
Her heart still beats
Winter’s treat
Tucked in so neatly
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11. |
lemonade from lemons
01:30
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Do you think that I have changed?
Short wave range
To world needs aid
I can only make my place
And lemonade from lemons
Do I think that you have changed?
Butter bread
to suit your taste
I can only make my plays
And lemonade from lemons
I have a thought that teases me
It permeates the this is it
And that thought is “and now this”
Takes me to a state of bliss
The cutting edge the juicy squish
And lemonade from lemons
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12. |
im captured
00:35
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rapture
enraptured
rupture
im captured
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13. |
on catching a cold
01:16
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You never know when that nip l get cha and you’ll catch a cold
Could be a quick trip out to the car through the tunneled snow
And then the nip it slips yr shirt and pierces through so bold
And before you know it kid you’ve caught another fuckin cold
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14. |
right with my rivals
02:20
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I’m right with my rivals and I’m reading in my bibles
I’m right with my rivals and I’m reading in my bibles
3:43 AM awoke in Fairfield Iowa, to the sounds of a mouse in my wall..
What’s enrapturing you lately
What’s capturing your sacred time
What are you spillin
Are you a villain
Or are you chillin
Like bob Dylan on penicillin
Update 6:17 AM 3 days later Fairfield Iowa, it seems I don’t have mice in my wall but rather the crackling sound of icicles growing outside.
I’m right with my rivals and I’m reading in my bibles
I’m right with my rivals and I’m reading in my bibles
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I go to the bathroom to start the bath it’s 6:09 AM
Snowed in vibe and all I can think about are
Ablutions at the free-throw line
And whether Ill suit up, boot up, n git shit done today
Or will it be more nah-imma-stay
Flippy floppy slippy sloppy
Snow pillows devoured ahead of my shovel
And when Im home its edging pleasure
and my pillow holy revel
To be so tired yet so wired is a marvel
I find the crux and juxtapose it
Caponey nosey knows he blows it
And when Im sagging getting nasty
I read some aiding heretical blasphemy
On wanting to show up a certain way
And the pressure that creates each day
We are looking for
It feels true
It feels untrue
It feels blank slate neutral
It feels like pressure
It feels like relief
There’s a distortion in my perspective
There’s a distortion in my projective
That has to do with my inner child
I will not drink from a cup
That has an untrue statement on it
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i've got a hunch
01:12
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ive got a hunch
that youll come through
in crunch time
ive got a hunch
that youll come through
in the nick of time
ive got a hunch
that youll come through
in crunch time
ive got a hunch
that youll come through
right on time
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17. |
eyeing the recycling bin
00:59
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i've been hacking away at ice
and throwing pillows around the room
Thrashing madly, bravely against the storm
Now I bring it in to care and sooth
I’ve thrown in the towel for now
But in a couple days I’ll need to free the recycling bin
from within the drift.
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18. |
ai works on greetings
05:46
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hello , hello
im working on my greeting
hello hello
how i greet ya when i meet ya
hello hello
could it come out smoother and more natural
hello hello
im working on my greeting oooo
hello hello
hello, hello
oooo hello, hello
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all my favorite singers couldn't sing
all my favorite singers couldn't sing
What is not but could be if
What could appear in the morning mist
With all associated risk
What is not but could be if
What was not but could have been
Was my obsession way back when
Now I just remember this
What is not but could be if
What is not but could be if
We could be crossing this abridged abyss
Into beginning
When failure's got you in its grasp
And you're reaching for your very last
It's just beginning
One has lived life carelessly
If he or she has failed to see
That the truth is not alive or dead
The truth is struggling to be said
So how do we get out of this?
Family shadows all of this
Through what is not but could be if
With all associated risk
What is not but could be if
We could be crossing this abridged abyss
Into beginning
When failure's got you in its grasp
And you're reaching for your very last
It's just beginning
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Oh savage fence
That kept me in
Skirting along
The open meadow
I see a slipper
It is pink
The dragon’s lair
Is left behind me
Open tufts
And puffy clumps
Of verdant scent
Of coarse lament
And on my tongue
Chorus of praises
For you are good
You are good enough
You are good
You are good enough
Cotton candy’s good o laude it
Puffy fluffy super sugar
Milk and toast with honey on it
Pad of butter for my belly
Making rhymes so helter skelter
Makes me feel I’ve lost my mind
Taking time to whine and dine tho
Helter skelter my oh my
Land is lost to bloody tyrants
Coarsened discourse scores the mind
Creates a river ideas flow down
Crispy creature pantomime
The dopest remix in the rearview
the sun is setting in New Mexico
I hear coyotes in the canyon
I see the owl on the cacti
I feel the biting of the fly
Helter skelter my oh my
Helter skelter my oh my
Lost in corn maze full moon is high
sure do hope I do not die
But if I die though I’ll survive
In frequent visits
To my loved ones minds
Isn’t that the way we all go
Aren’t we so prisoners of time
Ill burn that stick of Palo Santo
And burn the fences
The meadow’s mine
The meadow lark it sings its song now
Teases me that I’ve been blind
But when I hear it I see colors
That shine of stuff’s been left behind
The shine of stuff’s been left behind
The dopest remix in the rearview
the sun is setting in New Mexico
I hear coyotes in the canyon
I see the owl on the cacti
I feel the biting of the fly
Helter skelter my oh my
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21. |
its cold outside
02:20
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its cold outside
Open wide
The bed before me
Supple wide
Ill crash into it
Double blind
As I cut loose the noose of grind
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22. |
yahtzee
01:51
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23. |
wait for render
01:06
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Re-do me
Soliloquy
Mercy’s pet
Y’old knobby knee
But not a heel
Or banana peel
I strip me clean
Oh blasphemy
Un-do me
Maintenance fee
Grace’s hand
Ear lobe tender
Wait for render
Pinwheel spiraling
I’m in a blender
Oh blasphemy
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24. |
drips
01:00
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How many grey days will come upon us in a row
Slushy sloppy slidey scoop some snow
When drips come through the window better check it
Those drips are seeping in and they could wreck it
our ignorance is bliss until we wake up
And then the pile on begins and we must take up
Our crosses counting losses counting wins
And as the drips keep coming in and flooding senses
With the smell of must and might and could and will
with the endless scrappy hustle dollar bill
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baby elders
01:28
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We are now baby elders
Entering the second half of our lives
Experiences gleaned
Now we can be leaned on
And not break
We know how to bend just right in the wind
We know how to mend just right where there’s pain
We know how to give of ourselves and not take
We’ve learned it through making mistakes
We know how to listen
We’ve learned how to teach
aligned with our practices
And it’s now not about us
Its not about me
Its not about me
Its not about me
Now I am free
Now I am free
Now I am free
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Should I wear these shoes until they fall apart?
Should I bless these blues until they break my heart?
Yes
It’s the quest, it’s the poison dart
And this ordeal, this stop and start
Will fortify and magnify then fall apart
I see the tower
Field of flowers
April showers
Golden meadows
And hilly swelly landscapes
And belly drumming ha haws
And cats with freezing paw paws
Serendipitous to the point that we’re standing there with slack jaws
Mouth agape amazed
Amazing wonder lit so blazed
And behind my eyes I conjur
On the cutting edge the limit
My imagination trembles
Vibrates and I am in it
And I AM I AM I AM
I AM I AM IAM I AM I AM I AM
Should I wear these shoes until they fall apart?
Should I bless these blues until they break my heart?
Yes
It’s the quest, it’s the poison dart
And this ordeal, this stop and start
Will fortify and magnify then fall apart
I see the tower
Field of flowers
April showers
Golden meadows
And hilly swelly landscapes
And belly drumming ha haws
And cats with freezing paw paws
Can you
find a location
For my motive?
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27. |
nitwit (capone 3)
01:01
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Please don’t get it twisted
What it is or what it isn’t
Y’old so and so, ya nitwit
Think you sound off and it’s shifted?
Nah nitwit remember YOU’RE gifted
Cold Capone he’s nosey
Knows where your knows goes
And he riddles the air
With constant sound offs and honks
As his nose blows
Please don’t get it twisted
What it is or what it isn’t
Y’old so and so, ya nitwit
Think you sound off and it’s shifted?
Nah nitwit remember YOU’RE gifted
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28. |
monkeys and bobcats
02:33
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I've been watching youtube videos
of monkeys
they delight me
I've been watching youtube videos
of monkeys
and some youtube videos of bobcats
they delight me
I've been watching youtube videos
of monkeys
they delight me
here and there I'll sprinkle in a youtube video about bobcats
I've been watching youtube videos
of monkeys
they delight me
monkeys and bobcats delight me
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29. |
land of dirty snow
01:37
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its 5:13 in the morning
Fairfield Iowa (land of dirty snow)
I am juiced already by the week ahead
Which is to say I am both looking forward to it
And tired by it
My trust with myself is growing day by day
After a Saturday set back
Sit back a sick sack
But then, I needed that.
I suppose everyone needs a void day here and there
A chance to regroup so I can multiply again
So I can spin forth and win
And now this
And now this
And now this
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30. |
precise-lys
01:15
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I like you’re prescice-lys
Your presence in the cut works rather nicely
And when it’s dialed in it’s win win
My thoughts within it they spin spin
When I reflect upon it I grin grin
I’d write a sonnet but fuck form
We live in the land of ghee and flowers
And corn corn corn corn corn
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31. |
four agreements
01:11
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how to
how to
how to
get my vibe up
Be Impeccable With Your Word
i agree i agree i agree
Don't Take Anything Personally
i agree i agree i agree
Don't Make Assumptions
i agree i agree i agree
Always Do Your Best.
i agreeiagreeiagreeiagreeiagree
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