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made of
03:34
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got this barb in my craw
got this dread in my maw
got this dead in my eyes
who will live, who will die
hell of a world that they gave us
get your gun get your jesus
no life in the law
nobody coming to save us
nobody on the other end
I make my anger my friend
I'm made of nausea and smut
I sing from the scorn in my gut
you got this garden that you tend
and no reason to behave us
got a world to upend
and nobody coming to save us
we're made of sex and sorrow
gladness glitter and tomorrow
and I was born to get high
who will live, who will die
hell of a madness that made us
of a scraped aching sound
I don't know why we come down
nobody coming to save us
I'm made of booze and bread
I'm made of light and lead
and don't you grieve with aplomb?
I never want to be dead
I walk and whistle my tunes
I run on fungus and fumes
I take me just as I am
nobody give us a damn
we're made of dirt and death
you can feel it sprout from you spine
got a world to birth
who will live, who will die
who will care to engrave us?
hell, I won't be done grieving
until I am done dying
nobody coming to save us
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put my love on camera
the blood, the beating heart
in the maw of a malady
drugs and body parts
put my love on camera
laced with america
little piece of history
cased in a shopping cart
got a place with a street view
and an ache, nothing new
and your face is a miracle
I don't know what I mean to you
put it down, now, mythical
unravel me on the loom
in the glove of ephemery
all this love in one room
and the voice on the stereo
nothing but death on the radio
and our life is magical
feel it bend to nothing
could you put your love on camera
put your mouth all over me
in the teeth of history
aches and bodies
medication and memory
place and malady
put my love on camera
rage and threnody
we hum a tune in the living room
it's a simple melody
all this love you can apprehend
in the trace of a hand
and the noise from the stereo
dead air on the radio
nothing but love and vertigo
sex and chemicals
if you put your love on camera
put it down, now, rotting
with the meat of america
in the teeth of a body
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3. |
no name day
03:32
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I count the sorrows in your eyes
been growing and dying for a long time
and I believe you, what you cling to
you need a blessing you can recognize
day without a name
day without a name steeped in chamomile
pummeled in the rain
day without a name turning in a wheel
we come out bloody small and sick
we stay that way until we quit
and we're growing to nothing
we can't quite put our finger on it
day without a name
day without a name, feel it happening
demoniac, the shape
day without a name, waking from a dream
in fear and hunger you easily forget
you're always already there yet
and the vultures hang lower
you float downriver in a bassinet
day without a name
automatic emptiness is awakened
imaginary ache
the day without a name never will be taken
the feeling cuts me down to size
I need a blessing I can recognize
day without a name
day without a name, feel it immanent
I float downriver in a bassinet
I'm always already here yet
now you win the game
Day Without a Name
when you think of it
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4. |
enough body
06:13
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it's not that I hate the world
just that I crave a spark
not that I'm waiting for god
not that I need an arc
just that I thirst for you
I'm hot for the commune
I don't give a damn
I wait for the movie to resume
I hang on every word
I watch the mouths as they move
and I pine for the page to turn
tied to a golden cord
I push at the fortune wheel
I blush at my doggerel
I go down to the river
wash in the fuzz and the feel
I carry this body with me
it's my only body
and I crawl in this skin
I blush at its sensitivity
I'm mush when you hold me
and I know I'm a body
I know what gets me hot
I know I'm a lot
and it's not that I hate the world
just that I burn to know now
how all these bodies will unfold
it's not that I'm waiting for god
it's just that I want to believe it is enough
you want to go to the show
you me everyone we know
feeding off of the band
jacked on sugar and blow
drink from a plastic cup
crank the heat up
what will you do with your feelings
when you wake up
I know I'm a sinner
I love what I love
I'm cold
I go down to the river
slip beneath the surface of the world
this is the wayward goose
out looking for plain ol' love
and it's good when I have the juice
this is your brain on drugs
this is a wiretap
this is a mass arrest
this is birth, this is death
it's not that I love this stuff
but who do you think you are to just have me?
thirty-odd years ago you just had me
and though I'm filled with mercy
I still hope to repay some debt
I cannot remember quite what I owe
and I cannot forget that I owe it
I've only a glimpse of the map
but I know when it's time to go
I gather my body and pack
I put my fucks in a row
they said "you're a dreamer"
they said "you're a communist"
they need us to punch a clock
but we know what time it is
we head out with a taste on our tongue
and a hungry soul
we know there's places we won't come
until we're old
but we want to believe that the body is enough
though it gives under the weight of birth and death
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5. |
explainer
04:50
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I want to go to a new city
with a new set of memories in me
I don't give a damn for the remainder
give me a reason to stay here
you want to go to a new place
where you can grow in new ways
and you don't have a problem anymore
I lace my boots but I can't seem to get out the door
I love the wind in my face
it whips against you so quick as you walk in place--
this is only a drill--look around
you're a part of an army--you enlisted to skip town
pull out a scarf from your hat
pull out a reason from your heart
I don't give a care for an explanation
I don't have the juice--I don't have the patience
I don't have
you want to go to a new place
you think you can grow with a new light on your old face
I don't give a damn for the remainder
your boundaries are bourgeois--you're an explainer
I want to feel where I am
I want to hold the feeling in my hand
and kiss its face with my fingers
I want to catch the winter light while it lingers
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even
03:34
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even with the bug in the room
and the eye of the beast on us all in our environs
even with the pounding of the drum
the hiss of the valve and cry of the siren
even with the flaws in the love we are wresting
from the fathomless put of the ocean
even with the weight of the skin we were given at birth
that same skin we will go in
even if the sky never heals from the gape of its gash
and the ache of its incision
even if your face disappears
in the cloud of some disease with ungodly excision
even with the war at the root
of my being and biding and yearning and breaking
even with the spoils in the hands of a comfortable man
who is taking and taking and taking and taking
even with the infinite blood and the crack opened up
in the earth when I was younger
ever since the spirit awakened me
marked me with dread and heaven and hunger
even though you stumble through the day
friend you are finding you way, you are gilded in grace
even with the branch of your spine growing
into a tree whose roots will embrace you
when you die
even with the ominous drone laying low
in the back of the mind while you sleep
even with the bodies of the gods
dredging up from prehistory in the swell of the deep
even with the fires below
the fires within and the fires above
burning everything to sickness and love
sickness and love
sickness and love
sickness and love
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came here to dance
04:30
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we came here to dance
in the presence of our friends
to lift up our hearts
in motion entranced
and we came here to dance
emboldened emblessed
not to pine for the past
at another day's end
not to fear for the future--
but the future's a mess
and today is a gas
and we came here to dance
we came here to learn
to move and adapt
if you don't have the skills yet
we can build us a skill set
curiosity is limitless--
it's fear that kills it
and when the nausea's upon us
we gotta get out and flaunt us
we gotta keep us an ember
and remember to remember
and take every chance
we gotta get out and dance
we gotta take every chance
I am not done growing
give me some room
drink some water
eat some food
hold a friend
growth doesn't end
write a song
grow 'til you're dead
dance how you can
and love how you move
love the moving body
and bask in the love
it's a world in every little bud
drink some water
grow 'til you're dead
I am not done growing
give me some room
drink some water
eat some food
hold a friend
growth doesn't end
write a song
grow 'til you're dead
grow 'til you're dead
grow 'til you're dead
grow 'til you're dead
grow 'til you're dead
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bad dream
03:22
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until I heard your voice
holding on, dear god
I'd never thought
I maybe am the dream
not the one who wakes up
an old familiar feeling
a child reaching out
where there is nothing
and from nothing
filling a magic cup
you brought me back to the feeling
I walk to the corner store
with what limited time I have
I get a case of beer
I get a bag of bread
with my ears buzzing
I am wrapped in skin
I'm masked in a grin
I hear you sing
as if you know
one day you'll be dead
you brought me back to the feeling
you move me past the feeling
then you bring me back
to the feeling
I'm high and the world is bending away
you've got something to say
you mimic and moan
you bristle and bray
you whisper and scream
and I am a woodland creature
I am a water feature
I am the crack in your croon
I am the boy in your moon
I am the dying in your day
I disappear like a bad dream
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9. |
sleeper
03:45
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(body sleeper)
and your body turns to the moon
like any body would do
you feel it come alive
you can feel the folds open up
like any body in bloom
and the turning is arrived
and you take all your lust and prayer
and you put all your energy there
and you give it rest and care
and you hold the feeling of a body beating
and the chemical lives in you
in the physical form you grew
and your body turns to the moon
in the night you can feel it come alive!
(body sleeper)
and your grief may never end
but you're held in the body of a friend
you can feel it ruminate
and the body will buckle under pain
but the body will not be ashamed
and the turning is awakened
and the sleeper is a traveler
and the road is an unraveler
and the chemical loves unfold
and the physical form grows old
and you dream a meridian
where the moon comes up and you come alive
(body sleeper)
and you carry a plot in your bones
and the bed is a road
to a lonely place
and I remember my ache as a boy
and the limits of play
and the weight of a name
and I take all my lust and prayer
and I put all my energy there
and I give it rest and care
and I hold the feeling of a body beating
and the chemical lives in you
in the physical form you grew
and our body turns to the moon
in the night you can feel it come alive!
and the sleeper is a traveler
and the road is an unraveler
(body sleeper)
when the moon comes up and you come alive
(body sleeper)
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on the road you pass the time
by singing a song
and now you've come all this way
to find what's been with you all along
you who struggle with living
you are all you have been given
do you sleep at night?
tell me what keeps you up
I dream the whole world drowns
in a paper cup
I who dread for tomorrow
you who struggle with sorrow
in the car you sing aloud
where does the road end?
where does the getting there stop
and the being begin?
you are pummeled by wind
you are bundled in skin
and at night I keep hearing
this grinding sound
it is circumstance grinding
our beloved future down
I am not hoping for heaven
I am all I have been given
I am
grieve now, quick, here, always
as you drive
grieve now, grieve now
we're all going to die
you and your memory--
there's an urgency
and in my bed I cradle me
through the night
where I'll learn one or two things
for the rest of my life
I only hope to break even
I am all I have been given
I am
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11. |
body in the basement
03:55
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when I come home there's a body in the basement
I believe you when you say you didn't do it
and the walls are closing
and the walls are closing
and the body is the body of a friend
in the evening we remember how we knew them
I believe you when you say you're truly grieving
and the sun is going
and the walls are closing
and the body is the body of a friend
and the earth will take in all the blood we're letting
I assume the role of aiding and abetting
and the mouth is closing
and the car is running
and the body is the body of a friend
when I come home all the energy's a portent
all I think about is the body in the basement
and the mouth is foaming
and the walls are closing
and the body is the body of a friend
(crush it up and stir it in water
take it down drink it deeper
it's a firecracker gonna burn out
light it up get it hotter
let your skin turn to leather
you're a firecracker who has to burn out
cut your baby teeth on hunger
hit the nail in harder
every firecracker gotta burn out
choke it down in the smoke
chalk it up to an opening act
all bent and burnt out)
I go to sleep!
I dream these dreams!
I fear for you!
you make your words!
you cut your cords!
you stake your claim!
you speak my name!
I get no peace!
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Pete Jon is a singer-songwriter and collaborative producer in the DIY tradition.
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