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Fancying Repose
02:44
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I live to sleep in floating sheets
Fabric hovers above us
Turn the key on my dreams the car
Glides the spaceways elevated
Just a night away (a night away a night away)
From the skeleton hands of the world
Separate the days in my novel
Chapters with a calling card
Landscaping the man said
Terraform my new zone
But all the fears are gathering
Midnight brought the horizon
Closer to my breath
Elated I scroll to the bottom
No new business
Motion to adjourn
Dissolve the hands of the clock
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2. |
Studio Nil
03:44
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3. |
Literal Sling Option
02:31
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Voltage swing, birds diving from telephone wires
Did you get the message?
Too tired to walk to wired to drive
Streaming colors at the circus
Roads wearing an over slick look
Grim slide from passenger’s side
Author in charge of the automatic book
Writes itself, jumps on the shelf
Eyes catch
When we talk about
The next step
Canyon splits where we are and aren’t now
No need to stretch
The imagination
Make the real life jump
(You got the) Literal sling option
In the neighborhood of mountain crest or peak
Catch an echo backwards
Find me at the bottom, seated in the autumn
Leaves forgot to mention 'em
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4. |
Loll Trance Colors
02:17
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5. |
Freeman Warble
04:33
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The bird in my mouth is upside down
Flipping around leashed to a standard sound
Diet is worms and sifted dirt
Grass between the beak and the goal
Heart beating the steps beyond hurt
In death we are recycled
A soul that seems immobile
Becoming a distant problem
Caught in a drifting warble
(flute music)
Gliding over the lawn
I survey the folds of leaves
Any tiny crinkle
Could mean company
I swoop and dip the long dive
A swan song for the audience
Tiny ears the fear is real
Coming true in miles per minute
(whistling)
Flexing the melody
Bent staircase
See the serious mark
Upon my face
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6. |
Tinting Seance
02:29
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7. |
Mescal Dirk
03:25
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Watch my wound healing
Timelapse, the sungraph
Gap of understanding
Attention has been taken from me
Life force is a joke
And I’m the only one laughing
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8. |
Shortfall Hunting
02:45
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A gratuitous loop, an abstract group
We spiral the line two lonely hunters
Binoculars focused on the splits
In the seams of the drawbridge
Picking up a distant signal
Coming closer, made to order
Likely echo from a fold of
Creased wings turning over
Bread the meet, deep fry to keep
Sealed the pact between lunch and snack time
Scope of practice is kaleidoscopic
Warp whatever gets in the crosshairs
Echo on, echo why
Echo you and sometimes I
Echo I echo e
Echo why and sometimes you
I echo
Drawbridge
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9. |
Sprig of Cayenne
05:28
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My wake up call a gentle kick in the teeth
From god to me friendly reminding
The hands up on my shoulder coffee pouring over (hot never cold)
Wiping up the counter proposal
Of the simple fabrics of bed
Last night I was with my tiger
A small companion
Watched me at the restaurant (a small joint)
As bats swooped the bugs
The rats ran the ceiling
A terrifying circuit - I should know
I stood second guessing my order
Was the combo really worth it?
Where are the big speakers?
I don’t know I don’t know
Kind you see in the theaters
Shall we go? We should go
Looking back at the stretch of day
Orange stripes following
What did I have to offer him
A little more time he lived for attention
Little sprig of cayenne
Where are the big speakers
here we are here they go
voice coil to the spider
supporting the cone
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Tyler Martin Asheville, North Carolina
Sci-fi sandwich artist, currently subterranean at Norfair Studios on Zebes.
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