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This moment is momentous
The occasion is occasional
The stupor is stupendous
Remarks they are remarkable
Language will be trampled by the horse that she rode in on
Sentences are sent less
Adorable is out the door
The acronyms will eat their larger brothers
Til one day we won’t speak no more
Language will be trampled by the horse that she rode in on
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This is the way we roll – lemming-like in a line
We make it to work on time – for a thousand Mondays
The arteries of the beast
even digits heading east
with odd pathways to it’s mouth
A Thousand Mondays
Upsize – capsize – business is fine
Break lights are towing the company line
This is not the dream your momma sold you when you was ten
The office is like a hive – cubicles honeycombed
But you’ve left the sweetest things at home
For a thousand Mondays
That a billion years of genes
Could culiminate in this
Where we sit before flashing screens
When once there were just days
Upsize – capsize – business is fine
Break lights are towing the company line
This is not the dream your momma sold you when you was ten
So this is the way we roll – lemming-like in a line
We make it to work on time – for a thousand Mondays
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Monk Waltz
02:46
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Amerika
01:47
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Always in the backseat and drinking up the medicine
Amerika
Put your finger on the trigger and tweet about the mess we’re in
Amerika
But I remember you – shiny as the days are long
Youth lends a hue –but now I’m wondering where the color’s gone
Now I’m in the backseat and drinking up the medicine
with Amerika
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Epithet
01:55
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5556
01:47
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Feckless
04:09
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When I was a young man I was feckless and a child
Now after being wreckless I second guess each smile
Can’t let nobody get a hold on me
No one’s gonna enter a door that isn’t open
And if you shutter up the windows
How can you let hope in
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Proof of Landmines
01:52
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There is no ignoring what’s in front of you
When your eyes and your heart, they collide
And funneling for truths in these present times
Is tunneling for proof that there’s land mines
There is no denying what is behind you
There are ghosts if you dare to tune in
Reaching out for you in your happiness
And blossoming into a distracted mess
There is no destroying what is under you
History’s for the victor to write
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Mingus Bubbles
02:00
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The Crossing
02:06
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Save the Nest for Last
03:22
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If I was a bird I could wing it
In the absence of words then I could still sing it
But I haven’t got a beak and I haven’t got the time
To make it rhyme – to make it rhyme
I miss the good old days when I was listless
But no butterfly crawls back to chrysalis
I see the times have changed
Some folks are deranged and less with it
Less with it
If I was a bird I could wing it
If I didn’t have the words then I could still sing it
But I haven’t got a beak and I haven’t got the time
To make it rhyme – to make it rhyme
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Wilson Marks Austin, Texas
Wilson Marks studied jazz in New Orleans and tacos in Austin TX. Pop-sensible melodies over technical, jazz-inspired fretwork. His voice is one part gravel (a la Tom Waits), one part whimsical (more like Harry Nilsson). Songs of love and longing, but more magical than your average fare, like the love and longing from one alien to another, from a merman to his mermaid. ... more
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