Form & Void

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1.
Form 03:38
The fires of heaven are tall, I hear O Lord, the fires on high They wanted your servant and took, O Lord And that was the day I died The fires of heaven are tall, I feel O Lord, the fires a'foot There's doubt in my heart that they took her up O Lord, why are you mute? The fires of heaven are tall, I feel O Lord, the fires before me The last that I saw of my love, O Lord - Swimming gold in a field so free
2.
When it's night and I'm out and I'm figuring myself out I gotta wonder What it is the enemy is doing at this hour And in the yawning artist hours, get the onward! Darkest Tower Melt thy heart to feed The River Walk to a run to a sprint to the 35 Bridge up, over the edge, to the Mississippi bed And then my dream ends With my ghost downstream, skipping stones with my demons And when I wake I wish I didn't wake A fish in the firmament racing dawn to break Old Coyote, so cold and lonely - drawing heat up, out of the earth to warm its journey And under my skin, there goes a rolling fire, licking up the spotted back of the earth chasing all life to the ocean making hands act, off running for my Prozac Old Coyote, so cold and lonely - drawing heat up through its Heart-of-Hearts 'cause damn it, sole is holy! And the blazing line of dawn burns my sorry station with an unmatched fury When it's night and I'm out and I'm figuring myself out I slip back into bad habits like a childhood glove I don and don again 'til dawn and on again That sick pit in the stomach where the lows are so low they feel like a summit and I'm too weak to climb it I'll report back to the brink someday, but for now I think I'll just stay a little while and drink in my sorrow thinking of new ways I can sink tomorrow And maybe, just maybe, I've had enough of this thing called life Or maybe, just maybe, I'm taking off It just hurts so much Walk to a run to a sprint to the 35 Bridge up, over the edge, to the Mississippi bed And then my dream ends With my ghost downstream, skipping stones with my demons And when I wake I wish I didn't wake A fish in the firmament racing dawn to break
3.
Red Winter 04:29
Red winter Months isolate Temple or Body horror? With eraser And a razor blade, sing softly and surrender SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER 2011 came riding the melting spring, with a blood-red sun to hail a fallen thing Then a Loon called, "Surrender." ...it's a desperate thrashing in the water Doc, I gotta tell ya, I'm a little out of breath Maybe it's the cigarettes, maybe it's regret... Maybe it's this well of shame that fills my empty heart Doc, I've got so much to say, but where am I to start? Red winter Months isolate Temple or Body horror? With eraser And a razor blade, sing softly and surrender SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER Doc, I gotta tell ya, I've been having violent dreams again And I confess, I cannot place them in my hands or in my dream states Sorry I can't keep the peace; can't keep the violence either What am I, but a fateful stoic at the whim and the mercy? What am I, but a ranging tourist at the whim and the mercy? The whim and the mercy of a Red winter Months isolate Temple or Body horror? With eraser And a razor blade, sing softly and surrender SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER SURRENDER Remember a loon called, "Surrender." Did you surrender? SURRENDER
4.
Vetiver and cardamom Piano keys left hanging Bound in copper wire Beads of glass all swaying And round about the hovel weeds stood demons carved from ash Mind and sod keep company as daylight swings on past It is august and the summer ends in gossip: my friends and I talk girls while our parents talk oil conflict Back and off-center, probably for the better [Father] "Speak into the wind! It's all air!" [Author] It's all air, this "better" besides whether or not we listen's not the point it's if we follow These precious moments are ficklefine It's like a shadow, growing's so fragile Lessons learned There is no curve We grew up like *that* in the dirt You are in equal parts My Charybdis and my Odyssey Father? Is this my inheritance? Words, death, and mental illness? Pull back the fight of my heart Raise it like a child to an artful vengeance Then go on, you! you vanguard! Find me acceptance and whatever's left may bring me hope Lessons learned There is no curve We grew up like *that* in the dirt You are in equal parts My Charybdis and my Odyssey
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Void 02:11
Could that be a distant weeping? No - a shore of missed what-ifs Where the waves make doubting welcome to bind the shells and sands and skiffs Could that be a distant clapping? No, that's just an old wind, rolling Tossing twig and flighting bird and no one ever saw them going Could that be a distant breaking? No, that's just my heartache, beating - living out my days in waiting for Death to wake me from my waking And all at once I see the fading, silent wisp of veil, nodding And past its air-thin paper armor - only void and void out farther
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Silence 04:45
It's the same dream I've been having for years: My wings of wax; yours of steel We climb so high, you glow like an angel and I fall You tragic and broken thing A deaf girl named Cadence left in the pouring rain to live out her namesake alone with herself and pain Now, I was unfound and found, with an unsound mind, design, in this black program, for I am the son of no one in particular with no feature or future You tragic and broken thing A blind girl named Vision left in the pouring rain to live out her namesake alone with herself and pain So I might away I might away I might away with myself one of these days Far cry away in the quiet Our distance is now a concept Binary stars in unorbit Just comets Bye comet So I will away I will away I will away with myself one of these days And I cannot really believe myself when I throw up my defenses like that in the face of all sent my way When I cannot put up with the bullshit when I cannot put up or open up when I know I shut up, keep up, and close down shop I become an archipelago island separated ink-blot-Jules-Verne-side-note cut off from the adventure left in the desk buried by notes and forgotten to death I will away I will away with myself one of these days I will away I will away It's the same dream I've been having for years: My wings of wax; yours of steel We climb so high, you glow like an angel and I fall
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Nightdrive 04:30
With a lead heart and a lead foot I'm hanging left with a hanging head I'm burning tread in the early AM - Am I right in the head? I know I left, but I know it was right I know I left just to write, but it was righteous to hurt for you - Right to right my wrongs …I'm downtown now, wonder how many downers taking uppers in the downtown crowd ...And I pass by neon blocks and odd-shops and even colder corners make good zombie hotspots and they all wanna know where the road is But I don't know, I really don't know 'cause I'm just passing through for the neon and food ...Here come the 'burbs with the birds and their babies with their houses and their fences and depression and Mercedes And I'm counting mail boxes so I know how far I've gone in the Grid of Falling Dreams so I don't end up getting lost ...City... satellites for the next few miles and... a thousand miles to go... There's a long road winding on and there's a sugersweet breeze pouring through my windows I'm going for a nightdrive on the road that leads away To be by myself and create what I like I'm going for a nightdrive Some air will clear my cloudy mind Don't wait up, I'll be out all night I'm going for a nightdrive on the road that leads away To be by myself and create what I like I'm going for a nightdrive to think on things that make me cry and I don't think I'm coming back this time With a lead foot and a lead heart I'm hanging left with a hanging head I'm not right in the head I see it in the distance: VENI VEDI VICTUS SUM …You chose the victim... ...Now choose your gun... Revolver riding shotgun and shotgun riding hitch - pick it up, ditch it, or cock it, you cocky bitch Time to commit or burn up, you comet Come on! driver, forgive or commit You submit, you give in: you give up There's a nihilism 'bout you now It looks good in the rearview windows With a sugarsweet breeze through the windows I have the energy for one last nightdrive off into the midnight With loftier dreams than I can reach and with time slipping by, like the shadows on the road, into lightcast form and reaching void, the ending page escaped Save it for me, okay? Survive me when I'm gone Survive my when I'm gone Into yon and yonder void, there's a long road winding on But at least for the journey unknown there's a sugarsweet breeze pouring through my windows I'm going for a nightdrive on the road that leads away To be by myself and create what I like I'm going for a nightdrive on the road that leads away To be by myself and create what I like I'm going for a nightdrive to think on things that make me cry and I don't think I'm coming back this time
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Here comes the end and I'm ready I carry on but the on is heavy And I am a different kind of lost Here comes the end and I'm ready I'm here, but I'm empty here I gotta go to find a better here I promise I'll be a different kind of found With a smile, you turn to me, saying, "What in the hell are we?" And I shrug insouciant and you turn back The scene ends with a fade to black "I don't think we'll be coming back. There isn't enough hope for wishing that. But at least when the credits roll, I hope a sad, sad song plays us out." Here comes the end and I'm ready I carry on but the on is heavy And I am a different kind of lost Here comes the end and I'm ready I'm here, but I'm empty here I gotta go to find a better here I promise I'll be a different kind of found We're all dead men just trying to ease the pain Isolating sometimes; sublimating our time here on earth, just trying to cope with life, okay only part time, never truly alive "You understand? The weapons that I seek? A little higher and a little out of reach." "So where does hope go when hopes gone?" "Anywhere but here," I say. "Anywhere but here." Ask me why I do it and I point down the road saying, without looking, "Do you really wanna know?" You nod and I turn and I start and you follow I stop and I turn and say, "Yeah, me too." And then we started again off west, even and silent The reason didn't matter to us We just knew that the journey called us We just knew that the journey called us We just knew that the journey onward was steep and we knew our dreams were a little higher and a little out of reach We just knew that the journey called us We just knew that the journey onward was steep and we knew our dreams were a little higher and higher yet Here comes the end and I'm ready I carry on but the on is heavy And I am a different kind of lost Here comes the end and I'm ready I'm here, but I'm empty here I gotta go to find a better here I promise I'll be a different kind of found Here comes the end and I'm ready, calm, and composed like the sun-bleached bones on the beach I carry on, I carry on I carry on, I carry on I carry on, I carry on...

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released April 22, 2019

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