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Betelnut
03:17
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Foul-mouthed, little foreigner.
Could have had some more of her.
Might have had too much of her.
Ended up not touching her.
Alright...
Tidal wave, wrapped in plastic
Stinging jellies, shivering spastic.
Dreamt I kissed her mouth and tasted
crooked teeth, all cherry basted.
Alright...
And as we wound around the reef,
I was shaking like a leaf.
I think I saw what lies beneath...
Foul-mouthed, little foreigner.
The specter of a racing heart.
The spirit moved by poison dart.
And starting down a blood-stained street,
red splotches on concrete.
I was shaking like a leaf,
was so dramatically inclined.
Beneath the fan-shaped neon sign.
A lionfish with flashing spine.
Alright...
Cherry basted, crooked teeth.
So much of this beyond belief.
I think I saw what hides behind...
Beneath the fan-shaped neon sign.
A lionfish with flashing spine.
I think I saw what hides behind.
Alright...
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2. |
Waiting Line
03:47
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(instrumental)
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3. |
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Buses, taxis, scooters, bikes,
jostling for position, shifting,
moving left and veering right.
Pecking order understood and
wayward scattergoods discouraged.
Rules are followed, following and
leading, drifting toward the center.
Blinkers blinking, horns are honking.
Bigger ones are non-responding,
merging into spaces forming
by the smaller ones dispersing,
by the smaller ones dispersing.
Let's go...
Buildings here and
structures there and
destinations
everywhere and
get to where you’re
going quickly...
Know your place and trust the others.
Move along and just keep moving.
Move along and just keep moving...
That's right...
Metro-manic stimulus,
a bicycle behind a bus and
squeezing through a tiny crack,
maneuvering for traffic slack and
waiting for the light to change and,
when it does, we’re on our way.
Hustling, tussling, curving, swerving,
speeding, slowing, stopping, going.
So exciting and unnerving.
Blur of city lights like brushstrokes
on a canvas we’re all sharing.
Buses, taxis, scooters, bikes.
Buses, taxis, scooters, bikes,
and pedestrians…
Let's go...
Buildings here and
structures there and
destinations
everywhere and
get to where you’re
going quickly…
Know your place and trust the others.
Move along and just keep moving.
Move along and just keep moving…
That's right...
Buildings here and
structures there and
destinations
everywhere and
get to where you’re
going quickly…
Know your place and trust the others.
Move along and just keep moving.
Move along and just keep moving.
Move along and just keep moving…
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4. |
Robo-flagger
02:54
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(instrumental)
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5. |
Dogs
04:06
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Some to hold
some to ignore.
In front of a 7-11,
or caged in a store.
Some of them big.
Some of them small.
Some of them friendly,
or not friendly at all.
I have one
curled up on my bed
right now.
Some have collars.
Some have chains.
Some have water
that needs to be changed.
Some of them hungry.
Some of them tired.
Some have been disciplined
by words or by wire.
I left one
dying in the street
last week.
I left one
dying in the street
last week.
Some of them mangy,
and others are shaved
with streaks of pink and purple.
Behaved. Depraved…
Some have names,
some come when they’re called.
Some of them dodge taxis,
while others fetch balls.
Some to avoid,
some to adore.
In front of a 7-11,
or caged in a store.
I have one
curled up on my bed
right now.
I have one
curled up on my bed
right now.
I left one
dying in the street
last week.
I have one
curled up on my bed
right now.
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