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Amour Eye
06:28
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I now know these corridors like the back of my hand
I can read consultants’ tones
I recall the camera and the rending of meat
I can taste the Moviprep
(the drink that didn’t work)
Oh God how much more
(take a pen and sign/jab down in the thigh)
It’s all such a bore
Oh God how much more
(piles of yellow bins/useless earthly things)
It’s all such a bore
Not long now
Not long now
Grumblyguts I know they’ve got our best interests in mind
Grumblyguts that’s why we’re here
Why we’ll soon lie down
To be swallowed by amour eye
Sliced widthways by scimitars and they keep on slicing
Only briefly holding back
But in spite of the onslaughts on my charnel house
I choose not to give it up
(as long as it still works)
At least I’m still here
(well done have a drink/throw up in the sink)
Better here than there
At least I’m still here
(could have been much worse/could be in a hearse)
Better here than there
Dance with me until the morning
Catch my breath if I start yawning
And if I don’t quite reach forty
Please don’t drown yourself in mourning
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That’s good you made it so big
And that’s not a snarky dig
I’m glad you climbed that dizzy climb
And had such a good time
And yet inside me there’s a dream
What if I could join your team
Well we’re not flame-forged to each other
I can’t treat you like a brother
It’s an awkward complex
But I know my place
And I wouldn’t have it
Any other way
I’ll respect your boundaries
I won’t put up a fight
And if that’s all settled
Good luck with the show tonight
Larion hijinks had me charmed
I’d come quest with you if asked
But I’m a stranger to your life
I can’t steal your limelight
Yes we’ve a couple mutual mates
And we’ve moved in the same space
But that’s a flimsy foundation
For my mad fixation
Maybe it’s just that Will We Are
Conjures lost friends from afar
But they were edgy and mean
You’re like how they should have been
It’s a one way footpath
But I’ll lock the gate
Even if I’m tempted
I won’t take the bait
I’ll stop acting chummy
I won’t be crass or trite
And if that’s agreed on
Good luck with the show tonight
At least I’m not getting hagiographic
With someone else’s baby
Forced to eat chips
At least I’m not writing real person slash fic
A foul commoditisement
Banter into ships
But even if I don’t take it that far
It’s easy to let attachment grip me
Maybe this music will exorcise it
And I won’t she-simp for your streams
Any more
This is not a hurdle
That’s unique to me
Many fail to clear it
Never breaking free
But if I can get past
If I turn out all right
I might tube in and wish you
Good luck with the show tonight
Giant skulls
Giant skulls
Giant skulls in the Euphrates and bladed hunting knives
Giant skulls in the Euphrates and bricks with herbs and chives
Giant skulls in the Euphrates and sacrificial dress
Giant skulls in the Euphrates and monsters in Loch Ness
I’m leaving you behind and ahead
A prayer for the dead
I’m leaving you behind and ahead
A prayer for the dead
Footwerk on the moon
Footwerk on the moon all along
Footwerk on the moon
Footwerk on the moon all along
Footwerk on the moon
Footwerk on the moon all along
Footwerk on the moon
Footwerk on the moon all along
Footwerk on the moon
Footwerk on the moon
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Ea-nasir's Yelp Reviews
04:25
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Yellowstone
03:30
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He stumbled out of the burning airplane
Fixed his tie and brushed the ash from his nose
Checked his cellphone
No service
He recognised the city limits of his constituency
Didn’t recognise
Where his sky had gone
He made a beeline past the old steel mill
Through the junkyard
And by the curved hallway school
And when he reached the hiding barn
Where kids used to smoke and play songs of escape
His legs gave in
His eyes looked up
He saw the clouds
But nothing could save him
No filibusters
No meetings with cronies who’d pull a few strings
No thinking of old times
No mommy and dad
No ice cream in summer or leaves in the fall
Oh nothing could save them
Oh nothing at all
Not turning the taps off or locking their doors
Not muting their news feeds
Not flying to Mars
Not pretending that Yellowstone never existed at all
and spirits
came and
played the
blues
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Little Moomins
03:31
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Well it’s been a hot minute since I saw you fizzog to fizzog
Whether at a zine workshop
Or a picnic on the Hoe
We can screenshare Jackbox but it’s not the same as being there
Whether parading ahead
Or like Stripes going slow
Well I know it’s not what we wanted nor will it fade overnight
And that’s not even counting
What’s coming down the line
Whether we stay three meters away or if we get to hold so close
You’ve got a place in my heart
And I think we’ll be just fine
I can’t wait to see you, little moomins
It’s been way too long and I miss you a lot
I can’t wait to hug you, little moomins
You’re my found family and I miss you a lot
Where shall we go today
What shall we do
How many ways to say that I love you
I can’t wait to see you, little moomins
It’s been way too long and I miss you a lot
I can’t wait to hug you, little moomins
You’re my found family and I miss you a lot
Little moomins
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