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Helen
05:56
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Most’ll fall over at the merest lance
Toss up the bouquet into the scrum and watch them flail
Soon forgotten, what they set out for
And promised withal.
Dregs, soon quailing, folding into the calm
The comforting calm, the upturned palms
They’ll swallow the insult and turn their minds to bric-a-brac
The gutless hacks.
But the seas were not made of molten rock, my love
And I’m not made of shame
The armada approaches the Parisian coast
and returns not till you’re regained.
Helen
I said I’d follow
Your hand I’d follow
In this never will I falter
I will destroy any newcomer
My Love.
I will.
Helen
Through rubble came I here.
Achaeans—the field is yours.
They cannot match your blows
Or heart
They’ll fall before our cause
Achilles—roar.
Slake the goddess with their blood
And salt
They’ll fall before this night has come
And the city will cough up Priam and sons
And the sky will wear the stain of their wrong
Slaughter will end the Trojan song
With each man rueing what he’s done
They stormed the walls of Ilion
Because of you
A coward’s laying in the sun
Because of you
I slaughtered Seven
But I still haven’t held you in these arms
Won’t be long
As long as I have breath
I breathe for you
Helen
I’ve fought so many years
As long as I have breath, Helen,
My will is true
I breathe for you.
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Mounting Storm
05:29
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3. |
On The Corner
05:15
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Death is on the corner waiting for me
but I will stay in my room with my shadow and my TV
Over the horizon’s where I’m going
Life is a new flower growing slowly, cut off surely
When the girl begins to sing my name will I be filled with dread
or rise up—
To the call and move on to the end of everything?
Will I leave the records where they fell or take them all with me?
There’s a new aura to it. This room has never been so dark.
Can you hear it? It’s sitting right over my ledge—no, it’s gone.
Can you hear it?
It’s getting close the curtain close—the blackened rose, the grim old crone—
The furthermost, the great unknown— the pale enthroned mother below
I thought I’d make it someplace past today and learn who I am. Can I be this low?
When you call my name will I be okay? Will I be okay?
I can’t imagine what you would want me for. I’m afraid. I’m a mess. I’m a commoner.
I’d be no use in an army or court. I’ll never look straight in the eyes of the Lord.
But we’ll walk together soon, arm in arm, just me and you
beyond the corner, down the road of no return.
We’ll move to the grave at your greedy pace,
bound and nailed and shut inside a box you made.
When I’m lying in state you’ll return for my friends,
my brothers, my bloodline, hopes and all those that remain.
I’ll see you then, but don’t be shy dear,
I’m not made for all the guessing, nor the waiting
I was born afraid.
Shy of my last hour leave me clueless.
Love me just enough to keep me rattling my cage.
Hide until you’re ready.
Steal in gently.
Even from behind, if I may make a last request.
If you’re a mother, too.
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New Me
06:32
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Oh, no sir! you can’t leave that here
There’s absolutely no room for that here
I know it’s a trial to part from your things
But, you see, my raft will sink
And so I suggest we embark
But be firm and quick
Or we’ll miss our gate
Hey, say, it’s nice to have one more friend
How are things out under that one soft star
I’ve heard lots about?
I suppose you’re still scared
But, you see, where you think that you are
Is exactly where you are
Take this, row.
Put some legs in it.
Put your back in it.
Put your toe in that hole in the floor—Jesus.
Don’t you fucking quit.
Give your all to it.
Or throw your body off my raft
Don’t you see, we’ll sink!
Now go on, make your introduction.
Go on, tell them your real name.
Go on, be who you couldn’t be.
I’ll leave it to you now that you are free
Of everything that held you down in your old goddamn life
Nice and easy now.
Please go inside.
We’ve been expecting you all night—
There is no escape
Compromise or abatement
You get what you get
You get what’s been coming
I’ve always been fair
I’m not in the habit of
Punishing life
For honest mistakes
We both know what is and isn’t forgivable
Don’t you regret
Take it as learned
Don’t you repent
Take it as earned
Walk down the hall
To the sound of your old life fleeting
We both know what is and isn’t forgivable
You’re white as slate!
I knew it in your heart you weren’t sinning
You were living freely
I was young, I had my fun
I know the markings clearly
I don’t see hardness in you.
You belong right here.
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5. |
Vapor
04:14
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6. |
My Words Are Colors
04:28
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My colors they do fade away
The sunlight wears them everyday
The things we said when I was yours
Colors, yes
Once smeared over our perfect flesh
That floated in the interstice
Now fading back into the void
All lose their charm
All lose their brilliance
Until you’ve forgotten them quite
They all vanish and crack
In the air and the dust and the light
Oh, I’d give anything to be near you
To look in your eyes
To be by your side
Though I know they’d as soon be forgotten
My colors would fly to you to end our silence
I learn to be nothing
To be no one
Less than a friend to you
I discover what it is to
Be no longer
Wanted or needed by you
I forget, too
I forget your goodbye.
In my dream there is still one final chance
to make things right
You vanish, too
All your faults and your lies
Disappear, leave me trouble ridden
Lord, give me something
Something I can keep
Just one small little piece, just one
That will never change, never fail
Always stay true in itself
Not fade, not ever
Enduring whitewash
Bright as now
All sights and sounds
Not fall apart, nor return to the dark
While I’m forced to stay
Where do they go
Where do all things go?
I once knew that but now I don’t know
All of my colors
All of my words
Down that road just a little more
But you my ghost, you my ghost
You my soul
You my darkness will never know
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Driven Out
02:06
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The wildfire won’t stop
Till it gets what it wants
Came roaring at dawn
It caught us off guard
We fought it so hard
But it was so strong
I’m dancing in the forest
For in the morning she’ll be gone
Burn slow my friend
Let me pretend
That I can still save
What I swore I’d save
What’s left in the world
But the hard cruel road?
I’m lost
And I don’t know where to turn
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8. |
4 Choices
08:33
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Humbly came the son into a vestigial, broken home—wary—hardly killer of the night
Unwilling, caught between his mom and father, to meddle
busied filling up the spare rooms with his muted light
Finally found her rifling through a drawer, a bag upon her shoulder
A car was inching up the back way with the headlights off
Father’s hands were burning in a damp way
They would hear it all over
It all went up
They’ll start again.
They’ll make it different.
No more revenging.
His hand was on her lips
Sink, mama, don’t be afraid.
I will remember your strain
It’s all coming on once again,
but the boy’s gonna know the things you did for him
All alone he learns what he’ll become.
Oh, he fears and he knows that he’s already one
And decides maybe it’s time to run
before he grows strong enough—hard enough
Father, what would you give to be God?
Flying over the holy altar
For when all the world knelt at your cross
could you ask them to show themselves or fall in line?
In a fine Eden of control
his honest hand did covet her throat.
Three frauder’s hands made frauder’s gold,
with the full rage out.
A violent tale to cover the globe.
Of all, to be wrought and loved and fall unwanted.
There we lived demure and young
Our form infinite, our palates numb
Adoring til late our fruited tongues
A full moon she lay within a sun
In a room we were lovers wrought and blissed
Untaught and uncovered, wild in play
In our world we were never shy a friend
Now we’re lost or no better, Evelyn.
Now we don’t feel so bright
Now we’re told lie after lie
Now we go in quiet sighs
Now we don’t lift up like vines enspined
Under the manicured front
The pride of all the world
The very beat
The great beat
The founthead of common cults
The pump that churns the fund
A count heard unrelenting
Droning through the form entered and won
A fallman, two garden tales
Developed in a cold and violent literati
Parrot told to keep it taught
And well learned in a viral, eternal chain
If all we are turned toward in full
The violets as our guide
To see the cloud shows fitted in our verbal heights
We’d leave our garments in the fold and full of wonder give ourselves to God
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The Anhedonians El Paso, Texas
The Anhedonians are a progressive and experimental rock band from El Paso Texas. Rooted in rock, folk and metal traditions, The Anhedonians build stark -- sometimes muscular, sometimes precarious, sometimes fragile -- sonic imaginaeria where voices from mythology and drama rise, declaim and fall away again. ... more
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