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Night Years

by Cut Teeth

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Put your ear to the ground the city is a symphony put your ear in the clouds the livid ones are listening put your ear to the ground or put your ear in the clouds as the factory siren sang the songs of future tense arseny bowed the sighs of the working dissident and the people played the war cannons like flutes imperfect present could stand to make his machine a muse we must clear the national throat night years on this rational road have wound away from our control so we must clear the national throat bound by a sound get down get down bound by a claim stake down stake down as the factory siren blared the bullets stopped and listened arseny strummed the strings of a thousand violins and the people played the war cannons like flutes imperfect present could stand to make his machine a muse
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Sea of Id 03:02
Each and every breeze will come to know the coming and the passing of accumulated cumulus there’s an incoming fleet a familiar fleeting movement defeat is everlasting like accumulating cumulus tie down your lines and parade perfumed and draped in a lie each and every wave will come to know the ebbing and the flowing of the ever-turning tides the ides of marches past have seen and sown new seeds the needing and the knowing of the ever-turning tides there may be a novel in the margins the novelty is paper thin and there may be a devil in these details but these trains of thought derail the beaches became glass and we blew them into bottles which we used to catch the rain where the acid left the stains the moon became a map and we blew that shit to pieces there were no more tides to tame so the sun showed us the same “they swim in the ego ocean but they drown in the sea of id”
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the gulf of our guts saw no hurricanes coming the levees of our livers broke and left us running the running of the bulls in a cajun china shop revelers revealing all two caligulas in camelot we got ripped with the reaper we were hot for the creature we want to suck the night dry cacophony cacophony oh come on and sing the entropy the entropy oh come on and see euphoria euphoria hallelujah hallelujah conjoined at the mouth making mirth out of mire we’re christening this place with hedonistic desires level all the temples for new libertine altars and flood all the senses with all that we can squander the ecstasy of misanthropy oh come on and sing the remedy the melody oh come on and see such nausea in utopia hallelujah hallelujah we want to suck the night dry
4.
where’s our acid where is our free love between death & taxes all we get is fucked i’d rather grind the axe than bury it in fields of blood and bone waiting for it to bloom a storm of shit and fires barely lit to clear the streets we roam naked to fill a room pointless circles sing “close off close off” tear these clothes off we hide and we seek reveal and retreat create a distraction retrieve a reaction we run the ride we run and hide
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Night Years 03:39
we trusted the tape deck to flip the cassette now we only trust our ever-turning tongues to beget nothing our hollowed out refrains have got us running up the rungs got nothing to say so at the top of our lungs we all work for “nothing!” We’d rather while away the hours playing “marry kill or fuck” than heed self-serving movement or tempt our dumbest luck we’re kept busy basking in the haze stoned and popping sugar pills we’re kept busy with the wind wearing all our sheets and all our lines left lacking with no secrets left to keep flapping our vacant tongues how can we find a place to sleep i don’t believe the world is coming to an end this year but let’s live it like it is
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the kids on the corner are playing “gunshots or fireworks” light the fuse on last year’s ruse and watch it burn they’re betting on the former against the latter’ s old lying word drop the act avoid the trap and watch it burn the camel and its back were barely born intact the tin horns clapped for the last straw that distracted you and me don’ t you point that gun don’t point that gun at me every summer is a double order a double dose doubled over in pain oh yeah trouble trouble come huddle over the flame the hustler’s town got smaller and it’s cracked smile stayed the same every gun’s worth a golden dollar and every kid curses the game
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Laud-Mouth 03:04
tastemaker hold steady paint the skies with turpentine spoons frozen applied to the eyes of gods you cast a rope of sand laud-mouth blind sermons mounted nightly in city streets empire desk dynasty left to rust you spit into the fan costcutter why bother the ship is sailing a sea of ink a martyr climbing mountains to plant a flag the river of commerce is flooding the banks of our fair culture with promises painted red why do your time dry your eyes victory is just beyond that rise paint the town write it down it doesn’t count unless the whole sphere knows the magic here disappears into the pockets of the last to know write and wrong ride along into the twilight with the last to know just make mistakes and lay them in the laps of everyone below how could you be the last to know
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you’ve drafted up this contract i’ve contracted this disease rise up i hereby declare that i consent to compete the kids who climb this mountain have a history to repeat arrive on time fuckin’ carrot on a stick a hypnotic fantasy the role we play the roads we leave unpaved the bets we place the debts we leave unpaid i’ll fuck my way up this mountain i’ll have a history to repeat
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my boy was only just born and he’s already bored so he took my guitar and he wandered off with my chords through the downtrodden expanse and past the upended structures “you can do the crow’s line dance but can you circle like a vulture” he may have been born well behind his time but contentment’s not in tune with his contemporary mind so his friends they all balk at the futility of it all and press the permanent marker to the bathroom stall and he says “would you rather die with your eyes closed or close your hands around this noise” this love is a cockroach lift the lid and spit in it for measure “suburban scrawl is gospel” tear the bandage off nigh times they did approach dig until you see a sign of pink skin but the band played on and on blow the houses down high tide it did roll in dampening the distant hum of discord yet the band played their song today it might be the ambulance tomorrow it’s the bill go and renew that prescription someday it may get filled busy basking in the haze stoned and popping sugar pills plainsong was a passing phase a bouquet of wire daffodils i let the past lay in the ashtray

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released October 28, 2014

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