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Anonymous IV
03:15
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Beata viscera
Marie virginis
Cuius ad ubera
Rex magni nominis;
Veste sub altera
Vim celans numinis
Dictavit federa
Dei et hominis
O mira novitas
From "Beata Viscera" composed by Perotin (c. 1200)
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2. |
Thoughts and Prayers
03:59
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Thank you heavenly father
for your absence tonight.
Thank you heavenly father
For this ancient furniture
On which I do receive
A certain satisfaction
From injustice in daily operation
And confirms that within fourteen billion light years
There is no one worth knowing.
Hey Julian, step off
From your white penitent cloud.
Hey Julian, nice hat.
It’s Saint Sebastian on your back!
Everything that rises must converge.
Everything that rises must converge.
Thank you heavenly father
For endowing me
With such faculty for objectivity
By which I meet
So many people
I need to teach your lessons to.
But this world
Just doesn’t believe in our plans for their
Partridge Festival.
Stop Julian, drop the gun!
There’re no martyrs left to run
Stop Julian it’s won—
Your Holy Roman
Murder suicide!
Everything that rises must converge.
Everything that rises must converge.
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(Necessary) To Be Good
04:24
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It is never in your interest to tell the truth
It is never in your interest to tell the truth
'Cause when you're strapped to the law, honey,
It's necessary to be good.
I don't want know cop inside my echo chamber
I only need a porn star to serve tea to the savior
Like the oldest disciple your mama never knew
Well, she said "I'd drink a hundred grand if I could
But, it's necessary I be good."
Like Dick Spencer preaching minstrel from a parochial black eye
Where Netanyahu de Klerk and Apartheid collect tithes—
A peculiar restitution...as they steal it on back from the other side—
"Don't sell us short boys,
It's really necessary you be good."
In a Myanmarese saloon Zuckerberg points his apologies to the generals in the room
Buddha's still eating. He's got better things to do,
He said "you better move on quick boys—
It's necessary you be good!"
Well I took the Cape to Cairo where Cecil Rhodes is weeping
Under every concession stand for Leander Jameson's lost nose.
I confessed, I told him Malema knew.
Well he looked me down from his gun and said,
"For your sake, it's necessary this be true."
To 666 Fifth Avenue where Nero hides his embassy
And under the light of Kushner's torches the White Dawn insurgency
Just innovations on old American sympathies
Well they tied me to the cross and said,
"Hey, quit screaming now its necessary you be still!"
It is never in your interest to tell the truth
It is never in your interest to tell the truth
'Cause when you're strapped to the law, honey,
It's really necessary to be good!
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4. |
Postpartum Cigarette
05:30
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Postpartum cigarette
Outside the St. Denis Hospital.
Holding my head
Like a cephalophore,
How do I make you understand?
Outside I feel more helpless
With you than without.
Still-born, you scorn my incapacity
To reproduce your fantasy.
You look at me like an emergency.
What I gave up so you could have yourself the son
You always dreamed we'd have.
I wish there was
Someplace actual
we could stand.
Not just somewhere
But here.
Easy for tyrant saints with glowing severed heads.
But when can I be real?
And not just the woman in your window
But a woman that's real.
And no more dreams that you would be
So different from the hell I'm living.
No more you.
No more you.
No more you.
No more.
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5. |
Voice Console
03:42
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Stay calm.
Follow these
Voice instructions.
Make sure
Emergency
is called now.
Press, press,
Press, press,
Press, press,
Press...
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6. |
Executrix Beatrix
04:55
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Your six young daughters
Were thoroughly terrified by you
In the shape of the father
you could not do better than cremation.
Now the pope says that we must
Bury your ashes in Baltimore
But no one in hell will go down
To visit you...
Seems the closer we get to you
The further away from the truth
Oh, for a bastard to scorn into a diamond
You crushed more than you could ever
Repay...
Woah, Executrix Beatrix too close
Dine us not your dowry but our homes
Executrix Beatrix too close
What creditors wait beyond that door.
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7. |
Crimea River
05:36
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Crimea river!
Crimea river!
Bomb me this bridge!
Crimea river!
I've been makin' a list
And checkin' twice
Cold Armageddon and a bowl full of flies!
Two minutes till midnight
And the phone ring starts to rhyme—
It's the automated voice of Oppenheim
Selling sterling knives
As an old Balkan tiger tangos down the telephone wire
for Piedmont Sich whose transubstantiated
An acephalous monk into a comprador of chorus girls
titty-twisting at the silos.
You can drink your prophecy
Outside the Desperate Edge of Now
In a sacred canopy
Where the White House hedges moaning
For a cenotaph of Marinetti whose cooking up the band
and "The Sentimental Beating of Rousseau's Dog" plays
As St. Andrew's carving up the body of the Host
For the vozhdist matrimony and the Hans Koch Ghost!
Crimea river!
Crimea river!
Bomb me this bridge!
Crimea river!
I've been makin' a list
And checkin' twice
Cold Armageddon and a bowl full of flies!
I stand outside the Kremlin
I tip my Kucsma cap
to Kozhumiaka knelt beneath Black Abbess's gun
And St. Sophia sheds a tear which the chumak swindles
For a princess and a pegasus
That rots from the head down
All for the desire to hold on
To the fantasy of what fire cannot heal.
The student assassins
and The Knights of the National Self-Flagellation
Make love in The Delicate Balance of Terror
As the rusalkas in Dontsovian fleeces play
Inside the chimney with geiger counters
How long can you stay afloat
on an IMF raft
Engineered on a currency of crash...
Crimea river!
Crimea river!
Bomb me this bridge!
Crimea river!
I've been makin' a list
And checkin' twice
Cold Armageddon and a bowl full of flies!
In a Hypatian codex lives the last little crumble of Effie's head
Who puts his rifle to Jepheth—lifts him as ransom up to God
And you can imagine His surprise—"Where is Effie who is dead?"
From the jaws of a three-headed gingerbread man,
Only the fox made reply
"I call it how I see 'em!
I pushed my finger on the button!
That missile's just popcorn thrown to the appetites of the Coliseum!"
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8. |
Terror on Vacation
02:50
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Emmett Till.
They've killed him again.
With guns that fit
Like birds in their hands.
Just this night
This Mother's Eve...
The moon's deferred
Of her light.
The streets aren't paved
For dreaming now.
As the judge acquits
The no-man's man...
Terror's on vacation
In Money, Mississippi
As blood and tears
Mix in this rain—
"Do what you'd like!
There's no man free!"
"And you can keep
Your teddy bears and candles
From Terror even in
Death we are not free!"
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9. |
Except Me
02:32
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Equality
For everyone
Except me
A strange fruit
Hanging from
The poplar tree;
What falls away
Is always
And is near;
The journey
From flesh
Is the longest.
I can't breath.
I can't breath.
I can't breath.
I can't breath.
I can't breath.
I can't breath.
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There is something wrong inside me
Distance makes it grow
If what I so miscarry
Are the questions that I'm living
I now understand
I must love alone
Secrets stand their own
In the beautiful
Alone.
Diving into the wreck
Worn by sway and salt
I am she, I am he
In this book in which
Our names do not appear
In the beautiful alone
Bodies raised our own
To the beautiful
Alone.
I am now returning to myself
All the things that you and I repressed
You may not
Cross the border of my heart
Nor marble yourself statues
We must change our lives
In the beautiful alone.
Debts returned our hopes...
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Like the Girl with a Pearl Earring,
She's got that donor class.
Behind her smile she's amassed
More intercessors than God should repass.
And you're never sure
What's behind her eyes as
She watches you.
You're the prisoner of
Someone else's point of view.
The temporarily
Embarrassed millionaires
Wearing other peoples' clothes
Throw their wristwatches at her window
And with the wave of her hand
They fall around her in defeat
She's the beauty queen of
Someone else's
American dream.
Surrounded by
Her machines of love and grace
Her goodbyes surveil you from the skies
She never met a war she would not fight
And she steals your name
With a kiss and plays assassin
With your folks
She's a dangerous solution
In search of a problem.
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12. |
Power Failure
04:01
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Hot dogs and champagne
Tulips and dog food
We might have to sleep on this
Two dollar train
The moon a candle stick
Held to the night
Of the world
Put on the dark
And wear with me
The Hell's Kitchen breeze
The technology of silence
Stares black
Just like the screen.
Though the curtains all are drawn
And the streets a theater for the night;
Where the messages could not be heard
Over the mayor
of Who and Who
is Not a Ticket Holder...
Power Failure
Power Failure
Power Failure
Power Failure
Power Failure
Power Failure
It is my forty-second birthday
And I have come from far away
Power, Power Failure
And I have come from far away
Far away!
Far away!
Far away...
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13. |
Jury of Her Peers
05:28
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In this bird-caged house,
The canary wallpaper,
The promise of your doubt is
Handed down, handed down.
Minnie Foster found me
In the stillness of this box
And creaked across my soul.
I am hidden here
with the jury of her peers.
I refuse to morn.
I refuse to morn
These nine more years.
No one ever lived in this room
Without confronting you;
Like the silence of a bruise
My body a prison too.
I only felt the funeral
For the man who killed me.
Though I being but a bird
The size of a fist
Risen with the jury of her peers.
I refuse to morn.
I refuse to morn.
I refuse to morn.
I refuse to morn.
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