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"LIBERTY DIME UNDER THE LINOLEUM, FLOR DE MUERTO"
Stardust
The scrape down to the bottom
Through the credit grime
To the liberty dime underneath the linoleum
I heard crickets ringin
Down the bankrupt hollow
I got a cursive text from a scorpion from Cooley Lake
And all it said was "Keay"
Ah, Stardust
I looked down in the bottoms
I found phantom power in the backyards
And taxidermic movie stars
Yeah, in the bottoms
Stars
I woke up in the bottom
In the fragrant earth
In the afterbirth of petroleum
I heard a dead-man singin
Steady as a sun-dial
I had a heart-attack from a skippin CD
And a rainbow headache from all the Febreze
Down at the bottom, yeah
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My Disco Ball
04:49
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"My DISCO BALL"
I took the weekend off from the city, thin and crispy
To the foot of this tree
The cottonwood—"the dreaming tree"
Woah, these leaves are shimmery
Saw a rat in the alternator belt of a Cadillac Escalade
Right off Flatbush
Long black trails through the concrete bayou
Runnin' on Dunkin
Have you ever seen the sparks of a channel cat flippin'
Up from the bottom and into the day?
Yeah, that's my disco ball
Muddy water and bright sunshine, sublime
Surfed the plumes of a mile-deep runaway oil rig
Deep Texas tea
And black-capped waves breakin on the marshes
"The blood of the earth"
Have you ever seen the sparks of a channel cat flippin'
Up from the bottom and into the day?
Yeah, that's my disco ball
Muddy water and hard, bright sunshine intertwined
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I Blew a Casket Dreamin
03:48
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"I BLEW A CASKET DREAMIN"
“Straight line”—
I never went that way before
It’s a crooked road
All the time
It’s always been that way
“As the crow flies”—
I don’t believe in that anymore
It’s all switchback rings and oxbow lakes
Circles through the haze
You think I waste time, and spin my wheels all day
But I get lost for breakfast
I'm hard-wired to wander
Rabbit holes
Around every corner
Rabbit holes
Every minute is a new day
Hello, Paradise—the ragged drifting dream
Whitemares and darkmares
I blew a casket dreamin
And the city’s cold
I wanna scratch down to the middle
To the city gold
In this herky-jerky maze
“Straight line—
I never went that way before
It’s a crooked road, all the time
So crooked that it’s straight
“As the crow flies”—
I don’t believe in that anymore
It’s all switchback rings and oxbow lakes
Every single day
(I feel like slow)
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Sumptown
03:47
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"SUMPTOWN"
Stars and buckets of blood
Black guitars with mold growin’ on ‘em
Stars—
Check!
I’ll take some extra RF in my coffee
And more ghosts in my electronics
I’m Ozzer than the Wizard
Do you believe in magic?
A rainbow of black
From velvet to shine
And a washboard road to the heavens
Oh, I really love it when the lights go down
Black glow
Under the rainbow in Sumptown
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"JUNKIE OBSERVER, MALT LIQUOR SPECTATOR"
Hangin out in a lucid sleep
Cold as a milkshake
Crusty peg-legged sparrows wingin in the gutter
And a prepaid phone that cashed
Clammy janky Queens junkie in a dirty ol tracksuit
At Peter Cooper Park
Oakley blades
And a sparkling cubit zirconia earrang
And the corners of his mouth all folded-in
A river of ink from The New York Post blotter
In deep ailanthus shade
Stop by his McDonald's on St. Marks and Third
“Uh, Tiene el ultimo numero de ‘Malt Liquor Spectator’”
And some cider with a straw
It’s getting bright, too bright to see
(Another car’s parked in front of my buildin)
They found a mummified cowboy in the wall on Broadway
I saw a mummified cowboy at the mall in Reno
And a tree grows from a plastic bag in Brooklyn
With some of those lil' Trees in the mirror so the car smells
But it’s aight, it’s just another hot pixel
Another burnt, under-performing pixel
Hangin out, on a collapsed milk crate
Around the day in 80 worlds
I read the scales on the belly of a kingsnake
And they said
That everything is gonna be alright—
“Just close your eyes”
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