1. |
shortwave
01:16
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2. |
soul despair
02:25
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Anyone's Interpretation
Leaves me no wonder
that anyones angst is real
Sandcastle etchings married with
supermarket blessings
have weathered me a
weather-less sham
A price war for sure
all for sale everyone for sale
posted banktruptcy hours
hang from your windowless eyes
Tribe after tribe
claims victory
mother bride
she will collide
now..........
Now the wick it burns
at both ends citing
no one I can see hear or feel
the rest is tricky cause
the toll-mans collecting
Soul despair
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3. |
Pre dawn hours
04:26
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In the pre dawn hours things seem so clear.
Sunset, moon-rise full and clean,
like an unconcieved child
or something that defies gravity.
Sunset , Moon-rise through the trees.
Casting shadows into the wild,
setting nocturnal life free.
With a quivering hand it is done.
Sunset,moon-rise full and clean.....
To the 9th power, will the snake shed?
Fall....
Fall...
Fall...
Fall...
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4. |
general's glee club
01:11
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Eggs stolen from the nest of robin
Her nest is empty and her heads
Still throbbing, she must beckon
She must reckon with a
A Bi-coastal robbery left unsolved
General’s glee clubs back in town
Selling eggs to the sell out crowds
Hunts us down, hunts us down
Won’t let you be you, you be you
A bi-coastal robbery left unsolved
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5. |
my friend
03:07
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6. |
spot on the road
03:16
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If you spot,if you spot my insides.
Pull to the side,just pull to the side i'm lying down.
crushed in between the divided line you created.
drive on bye,just drive on bye with a sinister grin,you win....
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7. |
hopefiend
03:42
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A thirst to share
in that unfathomable pool.
Parched and quenched,
a thirst so blue.
In and endless swim
I took with you....
Off to see the hope fiend
We will talk for hours
And steal all the flowers
From every funeral home
We will live to outgrow
Dodging fables
And witches brew.
Climbing buildings
Just to catch a view.
Off to see the hope fiend
Hope fiend has the code
To redial the infant phone
The only place a nomadic
Heart blood can flow
From the broken booth vessel
Down below
Scratching at the graves
Of those we thought we knew.
Enough to escape the shiver
Of a lactose intolerant,
Homogeneous zoo.
This thirst is drenched,
But now I am dry.
From the endless swim
I took with you. ☫☪
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8. |
Use me
02:36
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I... Wont throw your stone,
don't fuckin use me.
I... Wont rebuild your throne,
don't fuckin use me.
I... Won't be thrown a bone,
don't fuckin use me.
I... Won't go down alone......
don't you abuse me,
don't you confuse me?
don't you abuse me.....
I... Wont throw your stone,
don't fuckin use me.
don't you abuse me,don't you confuse me,
don't you abuse me, don't you ......
If you don't see me comi'n .....
You better fuckin look.
If you don't see me comi'n .....
You better fuckin look.
If you don't see me comi'n .....
You better fuckin look.
If you don't see me comi'n .....
You better fuckin look.........
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9. |
sufvocation
03:14
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Mourning sickness
Has a way of living lives
My sufvocation was my only
Gift left to give…
But that was not enough for his,
His sufvocation never surfaced no
Cause pain is not, well a place
Where he goes
We are sicker than
The stars we create
Farther, Faster sicker than
Stars we cremate
We are sicker than
The stars we create
Faster sicker than
The stars that we bury
We are sicker than
The stars we create
Faster, sicker than
The stars we cremate
We are sicker than
The stars we create
Faster, Sicker than
The stars that we ate
At your luncheon
I saw you frown
You caught my eye
The underground
Don’t talk to me
As if you’re proud
Y’aint got clue
Man with this crowd
We are sicker than
The stars that we create
Faster, sicker than
The stars we cremate
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10. |
moodswinger
01:12
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11. |
unturned stone
04:17
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The autumn of
a thursday afternoon
Finds me burying a memory
Shovel to the earth..
Chopping Dirt...
Reveals an unturned stone....
Place the box
beneath the stone
A thousand years
A million tears.
Horror, like this
Does not disappear.
covered now in
Soil dormant fear.
Sleep now children
upon the unturned stone
the earth will keep you warm
the well you drank from
while such thirsty fools...
Place the box
beneath the stone
A thousand years
A million tears.
Horror, like this
Does not disappear.
covered now in
Soil dormant fear.
Can you coin a phrase
that speaks the years
like a baby ripping through
the system to exit the womb?
Or just another story
spoken with gestures
ideas and frightful motion
a conveyor for thought.
Watch the maker
meet his maker
hands outstretched
to greet the faker.
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12. |
Empty spaces
02:09
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Where did you go? Where did you come from?
Space shot to hell,make me feel so dumb.
Down from the hill with the stars hung above,
Sitting alone with these empty faces.
Down from the hill,down in the fall.
Licking these wounds,building a wall.
Flying away high... on a new cognition, left all alone in these empty spaces.
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13. |
one thing
03:02
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14. |
wine
01:34
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Lies.
Let you down so many times,
when I never wanted to let you go.
Bring you up,bring you up with a bottle of wine.
I don't even drink my friend,I won't even try to take away your soul.
I won't take anything before I go.
I won't take anything before I go.
I won't take anything from you anymore.
I won't take anything before I walk out your door.
Hmmm......
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15. |
traffic lights
01:50
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Traffic Lights for the way we acted
a revolution re-enacted.
and all the colors have all now bled
into a sweater that she knits and its
Draped over.
over, over the rocking chair
She rocks,rocks,rocks, rocks
Everywhere.
over, over the rocking chair
knitting a quilt that no one will wear
traffic lights like the way we acted
a revolution re-enacted
all the colors have all now bled
into a quilt that she will knit
that drapes over the rocking chair
over, over, over but no one will wear
traffic lights like the way we acted
revolution re-enacted
all the colors have all now bled
thoughts they turn from green to red
all the colors have all now bled
Thoughts they turn from green to red.
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16. |
you kids
01:35
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Do you have a monkey?.
a monkey that you love
That lets you know where its at?.
Trains can't ride the monkey's back…
Trains can't ride the monkey's back…
I have found a monkey
a monkey that I love
I don't feed him drugs
I just give him all my
Love.
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17. |
quite frankly...
09:51
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Draw them near
with a sound
so sincere
Not very clear
this sound sincere
not very clear
this sound sincere
Draw them near
with a sound
so sincere
Quite frankly, I'm aware
Quite frankly, I've been here
Quite frankly, I've been waiting
just for you to re-appear
No, I never disturbed your sleeping.
No, I never disturbed your fucking sleeping;
to let you know that I'm disturbed
Quite frankly, I'm aware
Quite frankly, I've been here
Quite frankly, I've been waiting
for you to re-appear
Quite frankly, I don't care
Care...
This time I will let you know
that I am so fucking out of control
and you might find me telling you
that I'm so fucking disturbed.
I'm so fucking disturbed
and your gonna wake up
from your sleeping.
nap time is over nap time is over
nap time is over for the fucking ass hole
Care
I care
I dare you to care
for anyone but
you.
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CraZyFranK Boston, Massachusetts
CraZyFranK is a timeless, nostalgia evoking , always experimental , surrealistic , emotionally provocative , enigmatic , hard , soft , warm , cool , just , truthful , envelope cutting , Lo-Fi , Hi-Fi , brazen , subtle , challenging, all these things yet defy any true label, because it comes down to the individual subjectivity that is always brought forth by the listener if they choose to listen. ... more
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