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Dirge Without Music
03:31
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Dirge Without Music (words by Edna St. Vincent Millay)
I am not resigned
to the shutting away
of loving hearts in the hard ground
So it is, so it will be
for so it has been, time out of mind
Into the darkness they go:
the wise and lovely crowned
with lilies, with laurel
They must go,
but I am not resigned
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Let My Lungs Coin Words
02:26
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Let My Lungs Coin Words
Only a creature who shares this feature:
it don’t wanna live, don’t wanna die
can get to feeling ghost-like.
Waiting on slaughter, breathing it’s own words,
understood to be air,
but from its lungs there only comes
a death sentence.
Only this creature who thinks and speaks in symbols
can let symbols rule all creation and therefore
lives only symbolically
This unfeminine wile,
this lonely near,
Is a word not to hear.
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3. |
Both Sides Of Paper
04:16
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Both Sides Of Paper (Can Be Used)
I’ve been ordered to keep what I would like to give
I’ve been falling asleep with a hard grin
I only found what too easily hid
I only came back to life when I learned how You did,
If You did
In the year that we met, I was twenty-two
and it was harder then to let down my guardin’
It only came when I told it to go
It only said what I didn’t want to know,
but now I know:
both sides of paper can be used
You give me the things that I would like to give
Lord, You give me everything
and I would like to give in, but…
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4. |
Breach Birth Control
02:46
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Breach Birth Control
When our little baby gets born,
believe me it’s backwards,
but consider who will call this a breech
and who will put baby into an incubator
when she dares to ask for a gift?
They don’t give anything up with a smile
They don’t give anything up with a smile
They don’t love you, child
Although she was given time,
it didn’t belong to an ‘I’, no
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5. |
On H's "They"
05:11
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On H’s “They”
Every new ‘they’ is further from where you can go to
and be with those that die
Those that must die
Lowered in the dirt, then fed the dirt
Lord, I know it sounds strange
but it might sound good in the right mind -
Bells are made for ringing through the ears
Inbetween-being-toward-being-fed-to-a-ghost
who will haunt all those that die
Those that must die
If we’ve fallen prey when we fall and pray,
Lord, ‘they’ feel what You do with your light
Those that die are bells and made for ringing,
do You hear?
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6. |
The World Is Not A Place
03:15
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The World Is Not A Place
I know how to follow
What to follow, follows from that
There’s a kinder joy in hurting
Leads us far from the glory of holes
Ain’t it great to have a thorn in your side?
To be raised in the dark?
To be a part of the chain?
To be unable to explain your words?
Time is but a symbol for Eternity
Space is but a symbol for Infinity
So, let’s wake to the newly alive
Raise up the dark!
Be a part of the change!
Be the tomb for a mind!
Be unable to explain your wor(l)d(s)!
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7. |
Paint Legs On The Snake
03:17
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Paint Legs On The Snake
Even if the parking lot says “Go!”,
you can not go
Even when you’re salivating snow,
your food gets cold
If this invitation is an order,
no wonder no one comes
Even though your one and one
ain’t too convincing,
it’s true
Pray one mitt for the man
in the middle of lost and found
Pray one mitt for the woman
who takes a stand
near the middle of lost and found
Paint both legs on the snake
So everything can stand
in the middle of lost where I’m found
Now take those mittens off
And if you catch your death of cold,
remember how
gracious was your skin!
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8. |
Expensive Attic
04:42
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Expensive Attic
If our landlord caught our defenses down
would we move right up
from our basements bare
past our bargain to forget higher views?
Would we move to an expensive attic
with no personal view
where it’s automatic what to do?
Though we only wanted to catalogue stars,
It’s only natural to be part
It’s automatic!
It’s up to you
not to choose
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9. |
Leaving Me My Eyes
03:57
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Leaving Me My Eyes
Oh Lord, the vision I count on has come undone
and now I want to be done
and I’m seeing blue crows in the sun
and, though I’m married, I see a coffin for one
and I’m eyein’ a lonely gun
But oh, I can only die compared to those
who live beyond my million miles of no -
who take from time its “No, No, No, Yes”
The world You have set beside me is so much fun
It’s where I want to belong
It’s where I’ve been looking for you since I got young
and I found trumpets in the floor
and I’m finding that I’ve been married before
and I’m sewing the slits in my wrists
and I’m keeping my eyes in my fists
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10. |
Getting Over Joy
04:55
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Getting Over Joy
‘Honest’ is the only form of life
that takes a beating
It’s better not to say
but the victim here says: “who am I to say?”
Virtue could be your only hope
or it could hurt you
You’d like to give it a name
but the choices flop
If you freeze the rain, it’s gotta drop
Don’t have to waste your time or money
donating what you can’t afford
Don’t have to sacrifice your honey -
they’ll only make it into gold
Then, honey, you’re bound to get sold
I wanted to become overjoyed
(that’s why I worshiped with a severed mind)
But with my will I’ll be getting over joy
(no longer worshiping the severed tie)
My word, how You oversee
I haven’t been honest with me
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11. |
That's the Moon, My Son
03:00
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That’s The Moon, My Son
There’s a separate economy
Circulating blood inside of a soul
It’s how we were wired
It’s the Architects’ design
It’s not enough to admire
it needs help to grow
To bring joy and love to rest
in our breath and bones
It’s how we were wired
If for better than for worse
If you’re caught up in the why of it
You might never think you know
So how can I sleep another day
Now that my soul has yawned awake?
You’re caught up in the wiring
Yeah, but that’s the moon, my son
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June Panic Vienna, Austria
June Panic is a singer-songwriter from Grand Forks, North Dakota, currently residing in Vienna, Austria.
Since 1990, he has
recorded 13 solo albums of indie pop/folk/punk songs in addition to records with the bands Free Jesse and June Panic's Wife.
June's 7th album, Glory Hole, was the first release of the indie label Secretly Canadian.
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