collected songs 2002-2013 vol II

1. cyclic redundancy error blues~
even when this data gets deleted fragments of files still remain no they can't format the mother board completely no they can't erase (access) the pixels in my brain they could overwrite it once with all their zeros and you and i would still be half dead on they could write it over ones and the same could be said for it's not a disk these words are etched upon so go ahead and click delete hit ok rinse repeat it's just a thought it's just written speech a trojan mule passed out on a silicon beach twelve points of light singing dark come on this cycle's come unhinged these blues are gone

2. our radiant hovel~
tradition transmits itself unimpaired until starvation compels the robots to share liberty's for the taking she's a cloth-o-silver slut they say she knows what is good for her she keeps her mouth shut and her eyes say "yes" though her lips say "nope" she gives me stubbornness for all the times when i run out of hope

3. day room~
hooray for you your organs rang true you've stayed past your time hooray for you there coming all unglued glowing grey in in grain-blue glare but you didn't come by your orchard today they were looking for you thank god you didn't come by the orchard today when they were looking for you hooray you have outlived your honor hooray you made it past the gate forging less calmly arms strong if scrawny so there so there so there but you didn't come by the hospital today while i was waiting for you i strung colored plastic beads along a long elastic string and wore it as i sulked out in the day room please wait for me somewhere warmly safe i wont stay awake too much longer something something so please don't come by the house no more they have changed all the doors now they hang three feet above where anyone could step nowhere a ladder just rats and what the cats have left whatever else the cats have left

4. probably nothing~
boyfriend dumped you three days after you turned eighteen what did it mean probably nothing things are as bad as they seem it's probably nothing and things aren't as bad as they seem you send me photos here while i am asleep with my wife watching tv you send me anything you can get your hands on get your hands off me send me photos here while my wife's asleep send me anything to get your mind off you get your mind off me

5. safe hearts~
bacteria betrayals dander and death this is a world of trouble we are in just a ticking timebomb tucked beneath thin skin what a world of trouble we live in the body breaks the spirit sags what a world of trouble what a drag thoughts obfuscate words they all fail what a troubled old water that we sail

6. path~
for what it's worth for all it is worth a breath a death a theft a birth a first a last future's passed a path worn inside out christmas is coming twice this week in years that leap while seconds sleep a first that lasts a future's past a path worn inside out scratches on the runway a shriek across the frequencies

7. fair game~
animals and children and anything still moving it's fair game carousel and tourniquet and any heart still bleeding it's fair game watermark and powderburn and parasol and if i were still human i'd be bawling my eyes out

8. dead things~
dead things pretty things pulled off little wings why not just die why keep this body alive why sleep why not just die brittle things a human skull an animal heart wild small things just to make it worth your while just to smile and try not to cry living things try not to die

9. a mile of wire~
out my window i see building tops and a cloud of scattered birds parted blinds a storm drain a satellite a chimney and a mile of wire for every thing whose name i can no longer remember to save my life or bear to say out loud but i watch them rise they rise and fall like waves along a mile of wire dissolving now like every thing whose name i can no longer remember or bear to say out loud on my bed there's a ukelele and a telephone scraps of paper and a passport in a shoebox clean sheets a headset and a mile of wire between everything i can't remember or say out loud a mile of wire tethering tangling tying together every thing which has a name i can no longer remember or say out loud but i call them now how does this keep happening how does this all keep happening

10. december~
all your names they sound the same were they given to you at birth or chained around your neck clamped or cleft to your carriage of bone your veil of flesh mine was never hung never stamped on the sun there is no shape that you are fit to take no weight for here to come await and all your names sound the same