1. |
My Queen
02:03
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My queen, ain't that the way?
There's a feast in the evening,
But no one comes to call today.
Fare too lugubrious for your court
Who'll fawn on a patient simper.
Fun wastes a call on me.
Fun wastes a call on me.
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2. |
Dianne
02:43
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Dianne,
You're in every room and effortless.
I could be talking and feel your hands
Pass right through my head.
And when that force gets too much
I can just call Dianne.
Dianne,
By the time you've gotten settled in
Things are still shifting beneath our feet
That put you off of just quitting.
If the force isn't enough
You can call me, Dianne.
(Lucky Cat)
Falling to pieces
(Wave at you)
It isn't easy
To make it through all seasons
With only sections of you.
Dianne.
Dianne,
You can call me, Dianne.
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3. |
Pilgrim Song
03:00
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We are traveling by,
Headed for the surf.
We'll wave,
And pick whichever tent's divined.
Pilgrims dressed to drive
But we'll laugh it off
And take
A break as it begins to rain.
This sounds
Insensitive
But I'll ask you again where you're from.
This sounds
Insensitive
But I'll ask you once more where you're from.
We are traveling by,
Headed for the surf.
Strange to open my eye
Feel ocean hit it first.
This sounds
Insensitive
But I'll ask you again where you're from.
This sounds
Insensitive
But I'll ask you once more where you're from.
This sounds
Insensitive
But I'll ask you again where you're from.
This sounds
Insensitive
But I'll ask you once more where you're from.
Is this the scene
Where I get let down
As the sun casts the last seeds of Sunday?
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4. |
Mistakes in Pen
03:28
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How soon will you come my way?
All of my mistakes are in pen, that hand maps my face.
I've been with you for long,
But I've been watching for longer.
I don't think that I will phase you,
I don't think that I will phase you,
I don't think that I will phase you,
Any more than you can place my face.
Now lower the moon on its beam
I'll hide it in your pocket 'til it's caught by the string.
Sterile light that comes from your phone
Follows me back to my home.
I don't think that I will phase you,
I don't think that I will phase you,
I don't think that I will phase you,
Any more than you can place my face.
Lay there and dream
But not like me.
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5. |
Bummed Beach
05:10
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You're in my dreams,
So are all the people trying to kill me,
Neither more real.
You sink your teeth
Into life;
I won't do
What we thought I would;
Wish we understood.
"Your nights are full?"
Your lips twitch,
Sown one way or another.
Don't hesitate,
I'll be fine
Far beyond my ability.
I'm bummed on the beach
And that's no way to be.
I'm bummed on the beach
And that's no way to be.
Sleep
And I'm closer.
Sleep
And I'm closer.
Sleep
And I'm over the hill.
Sleep
And I'm closer.
Sleep
And I'm closer.
Sleep.
I'm over the hill.
I'm bummed on the beach
And that's no way to be.
Sleep
And I'm closer.
Sleep
And I'm closer.
Sleep
And I'm over the hill.
Sleep
And I'm closer.
Sleep
And I'm closer.
Sleep.
I'm coming through the trees.
Sleep
And I'm closer.
Sleep
And I'm closer.
Sleep
I'm breaking through the cornfield.
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6. |
Submarine Race
03:07
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Introspect
And I'll protect you,
Build a new castle
For a start.
Waiting out old times
Will wear you out.
Let me know
What to catalogue.
Smile at you
Crossing the room.
We'll continue
Coming in low.
I wink back and take a seat
Behind the cast.
They laugh and
Place bets
On which submarine will
Come up fastest
Before they're told
To get to set.
They look like you
From across the room.
I'll continue
Waving goodbye.
Wasting a day
Configuring a smile
Can leave your
Cheeks in knots.
They look like you
From across the room.
I'll continue
Waving goodbye.
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Can you hear the voice slipping out of my skull?
Some days I can feel it slink its way through your home,
But we can search the castle
Drive it out without any trouble.
Don't want you to live with my thoughts, like I do.
Scared of how much I lay here and stare at my phone,
The hand that presses my chest when there's something I don't know.
Stars scattered across my ceiling
Don't spell out anything at all,
They point out some epiphany I look right through.
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8. |
Spring Self-Portrait
02:34
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Sitting at a stop sign,
In the car across the way
Is a strange sketch in a stranger frame and he looks like me:
Sitting at a stop sign.
I waved myself across
But the portrait didn't blink
I think I was caught off-guard by the lamplight in the leaves-
Seems low for a spring Moon,
But what do I know?
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9. |
Oregon I
00:55
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10. |
Oregon
06:14
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Oregon:
Trees that congregate around the headlights of our car,
A quiet house on the hill where your uncle plays guitar;
You're too far.
Coarse faces rise from the seas
That cool your pilgrims' towns.
Model kits of homes wash up,
Small planes smile looking down.
Wave back to the water who can't stop greeting you,
But salute the castles whose moats outgrew them in
Oregon:
Trees that congregate around the headlights of our car,
A quiet house on the hill where your uncle plays guitar;
You're too far.
Before we came someone threw up
A school around these parts.
In the grass a white square on a
Hill you came from, once.
Pictures you borrowed to cut yourself out of
But couldn't hold onto your halves and I found them.
Will you come back?
Will you come back?
On the day that I became a ghost,
I wondered who was wearing my clothes.
Oregon:
I'll make myself prepared for floods falling every week,
Take in the rocks that lead the way to and from your street
Before we leave.
Oregon:
Trees that congregate around the headlights of our car,
A quiet house on the hill where your uncle plays guitar;
You're too far.
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Mount Seldom Records Portland, Oregon
Mount Seldom Records is an independent queer-based DIY record label in Portland, OR
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