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Blind Luck
04:37
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I
She said: ‘Why fret and sweat’
‘About the jumble on the newsfeed’
‘When all life’s about’
‘Is to score enough to eat.’
I said: ‘I’d be alright in this clusterfuck’
‘If I had a piece of that blind luck.’
Dad I have to wonder
Why try surviving college
Being the top in our field
You can barely pay a mortgage
He said: ‘Son you’d be fine even driving a truck’
‘If you had a piece of that blind luck.’
So we shuffle through our days
Left in the dark...hm..groping
Lacking a case for elation
Yet shortsightedly hoping
That we’d be alright in this clusterfuck
If we had a piece of that blind luck
II
Glance over your shoulder
What do you see
Deserted hallways
Rats roaming free
No echoes of words
Hissed behind your back
There is no rope
Fixed to your neck
No cracks are splitting
Under your feet
You have been hurdling
Through empty streets
No low clearances
No need to duck
All you are missing
Is a piece of that blind…
Blind (9 x) luck
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2. |
Fortune Teller
05:09
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She walked up to me
And in her wrinkles
Lay all the dirt
Of the gutters of the world
She grabbed my arm
To read the lines in my palm
I said: "Don't waste my time -"
"There's no future to tell."
Then I looked in her eyes
Whispered now brace yourself
I'll tell you your lot
And of all those around
She didn't budge
For she yearned to learn
What she already knew -
Hear it from somebody else
There's nothing left
To bequeath to the meek
Some was stolen, some was taxed
Inflation took the rest
It's the land of the opposites
Where the strong leech off the weak
And looking for fair treatment
Is an impossible quest
I dare you to paint
A vision a shade less bleak
With only tones of gray
To complicate the test
How unlucky, unlucky you are
That I am your fortune teller
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3. |
Hunters & Gatherers
03:34
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Just you try not to feel small
When to release some pressure you go
Chasing the steaks in the mall
With a flintstone spear, a bow and an arrow
The fat security guard would squeal:
‘Show me the receipt, motherfucker freeze!’
‘Empty your loincloth, pockets out,’
‘I don’t care if we don’t sell these.’
‘Don’t you run your mouth.’ (2 x)
The will of the hunter has been crushed
The thrill of the chase somewhat maimed
By the feel-good tune, radio-played,
And two chatty neighbours blocking the way
The fat security guard would squeal:
‘Show me the receipt, motherfucker freeze!’
‘Empty your loincloth, pockets out,’
‘I don’t care if we don’t sell these.’
‘Don’t you run your mouth.’ (2 x)
‘Now get lost or I’ll call the cops.’
‘Don’t you look like a beaten dog.’
‘If you wanna break a sweat earning your bread’
‘Piss off to your cubicle - simple as that!’
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4. |
Economic Relationship
03:09
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Cheaper
To be let down
Than to disappoint
For what it's worth
I might as well
Toss a coin
It's my head's
Or your tales
And in the end
We both stand penniless
I will keep changing
You keep the change
Enough war waging
Let's turn the page
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5. |
Too Small to Matter
05:17
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I
A glistening trail betrays the snail
Scaling the doorstep, cold and moist
A dry crack, then soft undertones
Follow the second small shoe's hoist
Early childhood's thoughtlessness
The source of mature heart's sore
Rooted in elytra's crispy crunch
And daddy long-legs being torn
Creations unrecorded
Sand scoop thumps, thumbs squish
Nullifying with delight
Silvery belly up, lubberly caught fish
Zero gravity in a rusty, rain-filled tub
Encircled by grass too wet to mow
A grasshopper playing Moon-like Sonata
Watery Grave or Larghissimo
The locust overcame surface tension
A helping hand pushed down with its yet-to-grow palm
Then buoyancy to scatter mosquito larvae
Thrusts up the chitinous armour, needless to embalm
II
Maybe revealing omnipotence
As the size relativity's cruelest friend
Sizing up the starry heaven above
I came to fear my own violent end
Now I jump over the squirming earthworms
Fleshy and flushed out on callous rainy days
And pick up the glossy blue dung beetles
Moving them off the path, out of harm's way.
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6. |
Hog
03:08
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Wind blows here
Cooling the atmosphere
In feminine light
I’m the child of night
I’m the child of night
I’m the child of night
Was born in the dark
I have missed the Ark
Never have met greed
I don’t know how to bleed
I don’t know how to bleed
Change is the air
I can feel it everywhere
Conscience under siege
There has been a breach
In the back where you can’t reach
There has been a breach
There flows a stream
I can lie beside its gleam
Beams race through the space
Just 8 minutes it takes
Just 8 minutes it takes
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7. |
Visitor
04:12
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Knock, knock on the window pane
Who could it be? Mere trees?
This late… perhaps it’s thieves
Primal fears in me ingrained
I stick my finger through the blinds
I strain my sight to penetrate the night
A scratch upon the window sill
Tosses my slumber away
Two hours since yesterday
I sit up straight and listen, still
I stick my finger through the blinds
I strain my sight to penetrate the night
I get armed and wary
To let the outside creep in
Left fist clenched tight, knuckles white
I’m greeted by his sheepish, shy grin
Vile in thought, but no more when lit
He leaves me at ease but weary
A late night visit of an old friend
A devout scholar of T. Leary
Working tomorrow, now hush
Let me sleep, let me relax
You left but muddy tracks
In need of a place to crash
Bestow upon me more when you’re gone for good
Oh I know you would, if you could
I get armed and wary
To let the outside creep in
Left fist clenched tight, knuckles white
I’m greeted by his sheepish, shy grin
Vile in thought, but no more when lit
He leaves me at ease but weary
A late night visit of an old friend
A devout scholar of T. Leary
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8. |
Insomnia
04:27
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Yeah there’s something
About the moonlight tonight
Piercing the shades
Scarring my face
Roasting me on my bed
Carnival in my head
Out of my place
Few distractions
Make me stumble by day
Now causing aches
Like peppery flakes
Scattered thoughts keep singeing
A brain that is cringing
And stays wide awake
Morning closing in on me
With its steady heartbeat
I can flee but I can’t rewind
My neck feels its breath’s heat
Sand grains only drip one way
They hammer down my stalling
My feet glued firmly wide apart
To glass they cannot cling
My skull is but a crystal ball
A light bulb lit for insect’s bumps
My self-doubts shopping mall
It’s late way past the closing time
But there’s no switch to turn the lights off
To conceal the grime
Pastures are tranquil no sheep to count
How foolish of me to check their sty
I know all too damn well how, what, and why
For I am the wolf here and not the hound
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9. |
Blackwater Revisited
06:30
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The shells of the creatures once swimming mute
In the seas of old
Are dead and calcined and silent now too
When they under our feet unfold
The hills full of limestone they don't care
About the dust on the lungs of our forbearers
The wisdom of the years won't repair
The cuts barely mended by the time
The bodies of the critters still connect
The building blocks of that old house
And the man of my blood who dwelt insinde
They gave him work, he gave his life
The hills full of limestone they don't care
About the dust on the lungs of our forbearers
The wisdom of the years won't repair
The cuts barely mended by the time
His arms they dug for the stone we tread
You can see it coil around the mountains' feet
With every heave of his chest
The oceans of old were drowning him
The walls of the house still recall
The family of strangers forced to leave
I was told they were hiding inside
His kin did not know moving in
To give us a home they took their Heimat
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Mayham & Eggs Brno, Czechia
Rock band possessed by music with progressive elements and harmonic quirks from the second best city in Czechia. Just barely though.
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