1. |
Submit To Me
08:12
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I will just stand back,
safely locked away in my mind
If nothing is right, then what is wrong?
Rise up!
Rise.
Shoulders slumping like a high plains house
Rise up and stare... around
around and around
I know sometimes
Locked away in your room (staring down from the screen)
You're thinking, 'When am I ever in wonder?'
or
'When will I be taken under...
and through?'
The only thing that is stopping you is your own fears
(Sounds just about right; sounds just about on time).
Banal conversation; common ground
Constant movement is making me tense
And a thousand, thousand, thousand little clenches
(They know not what they do to you and me).
I mean, it's a thousand reasons high!
Drifting mostly upwards, sky bound
Where do the clouds go? Where are they now?
Where are you now?
I will not just stand down,
Out of harm's way, out of your life
Out of my mind and therefore out of your life
Rise up!
Thoughts jumping back and all around
Mind clouded and staring... down
I know full well what it can be
Lying alone in the dark, watching Lungleg dance on the screen
While your loved ones are far, far, far away
And you know not what to do
You don't quite know what to do
Banal conversation based on common ground
Constant movement is making me tense
And a thousand, thousand, thousand little clenches
(They know not what they do to you and me).
Nora's right, you know
A parking lot can be a magical place
at the sun's set
at sunrise
or most anytime
If you want it to.
-April 2002, Michael Anderson
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2. |
Light Melts Away
03:29
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NOTHING. Nothing is worth any amount of anger, in this life or the next.
NOTHING. Does a body fall moreslowly in the snow?
Out from in, under streetlights. Bloated thoughts form.
'It makes people shimmer,' Jen said. But where is Jen? Where is John? Where is Mark?
Where have I gone?
Nothing is worth your anger. NOTHING.
-January 2000/August 2002, Michael Anderson
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3. |
Peaceable Kingdom
02:35
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Silence
Discourse
Listen up to what I think I have found
It seems that
VIOLENCE
Sells cars
It's some elementary form of tao
But, I don't know
Because I ride a bike
And my car was given to me
At the advent of vice
(It was a peaceful takeover)
-July 2000, Michael Anderson
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4. |
End of Words
03:15
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He wants to share with her
and implore her to embrace a life of silence
His ways above the hip priests and their fashion brigade
He wants to take her down and show her around
But, she's talking all the time
without saying anything at all
It's all,
"Talk, talk, talk.
Yack, yack, yack.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.'
You see,
There's those who think that they know.
(And they don't)
You hold out your hand in the name of hope,
But you're lucky if you get anything at all
except maybe a fist in the face
or a kick on the way out
BYE, BYE.
She's talking all the time
without saying anything at all
It's all,
"Talk, talk, talk talk.
Yack, yack, yack.
Yack, yack yack, blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah, blah.'
You'll be sitting there, trying to sort out some thought that you've had
And there's always someone sitting there saying shit like,
'Why deny what everybody else knows is right?'
Are these the words of the wise?
That shit leads down to the mire.
And besides,
who is to say what is wrong
and what is right?
It's all the words that you know.
I mean, how low will you go?
He wants to share with her
and implore her to invade his life of silence
But, first he has to get her to shut up once in a while.
It's easier said than done,
easier said than won.
-August 2000, Michael Anderson
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5. |
In Sight
04:23
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How am I to get anything done
When the days keep flying by?
Where do they fly to?
Because I want to go there, too.
Standing selling death
to the hardest ones
to love
and the price keeps going up
and up
keeps going up
and up
UP
and
UP
Lock up; kick out the lights
kick their lights out
wave them on and on to lesser things
and dream of razing the whole thing
down to the ground
down
to
the
groun
d
Sometimes selling death
can be the hardest
test of all
and you know the price keeps going up
and you know that the price will keep on going
UP
(note to self:)
'Hold in step; don't look up
Don't kick out the lights
Don't kick their lights out;
These ones
The hardest ones to love
L. O. V. E.
Love.
Take in the foot fall
while my head's facing the ground
I wander around
I take each one as it comes to me
How am I to get anything done this way,
when the days keep flying by?
where do they fly to?
I want to go there, too.
Standing selling death
to the hardest ones
to love
and the price keeps going up
and up
keeps going up
and up
UP
and
UP
LIGHT OUT
lights on
LIGHT OUT
OUT
OUT
O U T
-October 28, 2001, Michael Anderson
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Driven back, kick a hole in their floor
(It's your birthright).
I'm on the road and it's so nice to meet you.
Well...
You need one, but you'll take five at a time.
High time for the new design.
All the youth throw rocks at the lights.
Bring in the vast night.
Alright.
Walk around,
demand all that you've found.
Laugh it off, but inside you're a cocked trigger.
Slide.
HIDE.
We all need to re-learn, to make time for lives without mice.
Your ill ease is a synaptic response to the tree line.
A bigger world in your backyard,
Just behind the sunshine.
Walk around,
divide all that you've found.
Talk talk, but inside you are no bigger than I
And that's a laugh
I'm not much, you will find.
Keep silent, your presence is a rash of chiggers.
Inside.
Reel back, kick him down on all fours.
(It's a fine sight).
I'm on the road and it's so nice to meet you.
So nice to beat you.
Driven on, throw a stick, kill a giant.
Lock the doors tight.
I'm on the road and it's so nice.
Walk around.
-August 2002, Michael Anderson
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7. |
Slow To Drown
02:58
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ACT ONE:
These ones I have known
they seek to adore me
For reasons unshown
they thrill as they bore me
I want you to be here
but don't speak;
just move your hands around
in the air
These ones
by my side
They seek
to deny
Ask me to hold on
but won't tell me why
They want me tonight
I want you tonight
Yes, I want you tonight
TONIGHT.
In the absense of all
you believe will collide
Describe the epiphanies
that keep you awake at night
My love is too wise
ACT TWO:
It's all in decline
despite your claims to the nigh
You gather the bruises
and take it in stride
How can you just stand there
and not tell me why?
With all the words that you seek
and all the things that you own?
I want you to find
all the words to describe
Grapple with doubt
despite all of your lies
They want me tonight
They want me tonight
They want me tonight
They want me tonight
I want you tonight
I want you tonight
I want you tonight
And besides,
At the end of it all
there's no chance
-April 2002, Michael Anderson
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8. |
Beneath the Wheel
03:41
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Division of power
is all it seems
Derision of sound
The mountain lies bound
beneath the sea
When genius is found
The sound that resounds
is one of apathy
The summit, just shone
An island alone
far out at sea
But, I will remember
I will remember you into the sea
It's the lights
of the city that are calling me
But it's the nights
that are killing me
Though you walk inside
it's I alone choose who will stay
By night you smile; deride the day
-July 2000, Michael Anderson (w/ Peter Schreiner)
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9. |
Sycophant
03:36
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Take it all... it's yours. I made it for you. I LOVE YOU.
(I must have you now).
There's a sycophant in the kitchen;
sputters and turns on his way out.
Nothing much to say,
I just smile and wave him on.
(It's got to be this way).
It's all the talk, talk, talk talk, talk de jour;
nothing too distinguishing
nothing too profound
I'm not riled,
(a bit perturbed, perhaps)
But, it's got to be this way.
Never ending... ad nauseum.
Sycophant, beautiful. (I want you all).
There's another one on the back porch;
chest heaving as if to say,
'Take it all, it's yours.'
I turn around and head on back into the fit
But as the door creaks open
I decide to take an entirely different approach.
I turn around and let her talk on and on and on;
nothing too distinguishing
nothing too profound
I'm not riled,
(a bit perturbed, perhaps)
But, it's got to be this way.
Happy ending... in nausea.
I need you all, it's got to be this way.
I've said it before.
Sycophant, beautiful, typical.
(I love you).
-June 2002, Michael Anderson
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10. |
9 by 9
04:08
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Oh, imagine my surprise.
I was a thin line, fading out.
I rely on the fringe to disguise and sink in.
One morning, before the dawn's rise,
I set out for the hill where we had spent many a night.
I had all that I thought I would need;
a length of rope and...
Well, what else could I man need on his last night?
I stopped there by the side of the hill.
Moonlight guide, I reached the top.
I threw the rope up in the boughs of a mulberry.
I threw it up once.
I threw it up twice
So, I began to climb, up in it's limbs.
I wove it in, tied it tight, let it fall.
For a moment's respite I was lying like a babe in arms.
When what should I see all around me?
Little red stars, glistening in the mooonlight.
I ate one, I ate five...
celestial glory it was.
Divine.
All at once, I could see on the horizon, the sun began to rise.
It went from a thin line to a bright white light
that filled the sky from side to side.
A group of little ones happened along on the way to the learning.
They stopped to look at me.
They wanted what I had found.
I shook it up and the stars showered down.
A coward's sacrifice turned Acts in action.
I climbed down and took some home.
My lover was still asleep.
When she woke, she also enjoyed what I had found.
How could she help but be glad?
And if there's one thing that I now require,
it's that;
day after day after
day after day into
night past the night into
day after day...
I demand to see the sun rise.
-April 2002/August 2002, Michael Anderson
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11. |
Implicate
06:44
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motion
foundation
direction
look closer now
a sea or stone?
closer to a blur
nothing may be
but is
it seems to be
and isn't
emotion
location
it moves without
(you move)
I see my reflection
and don't
I see your reflection
and don't
do not underestimate me
under
any
circumstances
embracing with
a tone;
a sound
(a constant tone;
a constant sound)
constantly
it moves within
it moves
within
enfolding now
the implicate din
emotions
are now
are now
a constant NOW;
a concrete NOW
NOW NOW
NOW
NOW
a constant NOW
a concrete NOW
NOW
NOW
NOW
-March 2000, Michael Anderson
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