1. |
The Morbid Florist
00:16
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2. |
True Dormancy
02:43
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Sleeping all day in the bedroom at my parents place
Looking back on photos of lost landscapes
Mowing the lawn into tidy criss-cross shapes
The maple tree grew tall
We marked our heights on the wall
Inside the basement door
Where i fell down the steps into consciousness
When I was 4
And the pond sunk low
Oh the pond sunk low
Sleeping all day on the porch at my parents place
Watching cars drive by looking for a familiar face
My little brother grew a beard
My older brother drinks beer
Not liquor stolen from the big box store, not anymore
We’ve got nothing to hide
Yeah we’re doing just fine,
Thank you very much
And the finches fly by
Yeah the finches fly by
And the kids ride by
And the cops drive by
Oh the cops drive by
Sleeping all day in the park near my old neighborhood
Hiding from the parents and the kids jumping in the mud
I don’t want anyone to know
That I’m living back at home
That I havent written a poem
Or anything good in a while
And the finches fly by
Bright new leaves block the sky
And I’m feeling fine
I’m gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
And the clouds roll by
And the cardinals fly by
Oh the cardinals fly by
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3. |
Kathleen
01:12
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Evergreen, unwilting
Looking for meaning in rose plastic
Looking for answers in a pair of dried up contacts on the counter
Searching for solution in the artificial plant aisle of the craft store
Going there and remembering the roses on Rose Garden Way
All 550 varieties
How we went after the park closed and smelled each of them
Not wanting to leave any out,
Not wanting to walk away not knowing
Pink roses implying a silent innocence
Yellow petals for jealousy in the harem
And large blooms strewn across the river,
A trailing perfume guiding lost travelers home
And anyway, always looking for answers at the art show
Asking the bouncer for answers at a noise show
Missing the Black Mass,
and finding some truth in that
Finally, choosing a new name that doesn’t mean “pure”
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4. |
Singing Lessons
03:06
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5. |
Tender Tinder
00:27
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A truly tender Tinder
Twisted at the tasty dinner
And a teensy-tiny whisper,
“too tactful of a texter”,
Then two take the twinkled tango
Of a toxic tech together
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6. |
Psst...Christ
03:25
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7. |
Sex Song
02:18
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8. |
How High are the Clouds?
01:24
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Amphetamine sleeps on the beach
While little blond kids handstand, scream
Trying to balance on the buoys
And the lifeguard vomits from their throne like
“Dude, does anyone else feel sick from that pizza?”
Another rakes sand to pass the time, a garden game of chess against the wind
Combing over dead fish to the children’s delight
Clouds cast shadows the shape of shame
The sun’s been getting sleepier these days,
Weening off the uppers
In fact, everyone up there is trying to quit the stuff
They made a pact, they’re having meetings and everything
“I just never thought I’d lose control like this” says one far off star
They’re attempting to be respectful and keep the dopesick spit up acid rain within the rim of the lake
But some splashes on the beach, dampening my feet
And the waves lapping on the rocks feel like responses to my thoughts
Mostly, they’re saying,
“No. Starting your period with the New Moon does not make you a sorceress.
This, it can happen to anyone."
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9. |
Amphetamine Xmas
02:21
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Wake up! It's amphetamine christmas!
Get up! You don’t wanna miss this!
It’s the day you get to go to the pharmacy
They'll see you walking down the street with a skip in your feet
Talkin' a lot to everyone that you meet
Oh, they’ll find you lost at the library
Your apartment was messy, now it will be clean!
But when you come down, you might be feelin kinda mean
It's okay cause there’ll be more tomorrow!
Before this week, you were feelin kinda low
You were sleeping a lot and thinking pretty slow
Gone are those days, you haven't slept for 80 hours!
All your work is done, your shoes are even shined
You solved one crossword and then you solved 29
Your fingers tapped 4 holes into the table!
Wake up! It's amphetamine christmas!
Get up! You don’t wanna miss this!
It’s the day you get to go to the pharmacy
You dropped a glass on your floor and made a sculpture with the slivers
You choreographed a modern dance to remedy your shivers
You weren’t hungry for the meal you cooked, so you took it to the woods and fed all of the creatures
Yet here you are...the week is over now
3 weeks left in the month but your prescription has run out
I guess caffeine will have to get you through
Oh ADHD baby maybe there’s another way to fix this
But if you quit the stuff, I know how much you’d miss it
Whatever you do, just know I’m here for you!
Wake up! It's amphetamine christmas!
Get up! You don’t wanna miss this!
It’s the day you get to go to the pharmacy
Its the day you get to go to the pharmacy!
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10. |
Ode to the Mayor
00:23
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The shameless self-starter stole the sheepish servant’s sweetest sugar
Did the shameless self-starter steal the sheepish servants sweetest sugar?
The shady sheriff says the sheepish servant’s simply squealing sinful slander
If the shameless self-starter didn’t steal the sheepish servant’s sweetest sugar,
Then where is the servant’s sugar that was seized
From the sheepish servant’s secret safe?
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11. |
City Spells
02:09
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The city, a cycle
It swells with heat and spits up bile
Roaming packs of plastic bags
Caught up in winds that spin for miles
Inside our lives, inside the framework
One can find countless containers
Bits of organic scraps in piles
Make homes for little lives to hide in
Folks idly chat of needing nature
Feeling apart of something greater
But the open sky’s a scary mass
In the shadow of imminent collapse
Everyone can sense a looming apocalypse
The sun’s getting tired of floating on top of us
Aliens are waiting for a crack in our core
Watching 'til we lose sight of what we’re living for
The grid’s so big that people lose their minds
Smog in the sky throws off our count of time
Tiny birds can live in the thickness of a cloud
When it gets too crowded liquid plastic rains down
I don't know what to tell you!
I don't know what to tell you!
We are floating in a vacuum
One slice of bread baked in Carl Sagan’s kitchen
Looking in a microscope wont tell us what were missing
Cause the city is a cycle
That spins round and round
Skyscrapers climb up, locals get kicked out
At the very top of the tallest building
There are hungry humans fishing
Snatching up the empty lots
To fill their soul’s big empty spots
I don't know what to tell you
I don't know what to tell you
I once found god lurking in a chatroom
He told me he was searching for his next big design
Asked my age, sex, & location then he signed offline
The city is a cycle
That spins round and round
Skyscrapers climb up, trees get knocked down
Autumn leaves they fall and make
confetti that surrounds
Mothers building nests made of plastic
strewn on the ground
Towering creations change one’s sense of the sublime
Old statues overwhelmed with the grandeur of time
Crumbling constructions, remind us of the endless chase
What doesn’t last forever just fades and gets replaced
The city, a cycle
It swells with heat and spits up bile
Roaming packs of plastic bags
Caught up in winds that spin for miles
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12. |
Terrible
00:40
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As the terrible trump talked tactlessly of taxing tea,
His towering temper was tacked to a tree
Twigs tore tweed, threads trailing, untwilling
And the two-timing trickster tripped over a trunk,
Toes stubbed and trapped on his knees,
The tiny teary trump pleads
“tree o tree, why me?”
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13. |
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The good good dog didn’t dream of getting on
When the governing god declared dapper doggies don’t dabble in undignified doodles
Now, newly no regard for the governing god
The good good dog’s getting going down the dunes,
Digger deeper, drawing diptychs, dancing to doom tunes in a dark room at dawn
The good dog reckons when the Guggenheim’s gone,
Dapper doggies do need dum-dum dazzle doodles to keep on
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14. |
Three Apples
02:24
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The day the pagans lost the sun
I saw but didn't tell no one
They were gathered round the trees
Singing “shine bright” through the leaves
The men in robes and fancy clothes,
They’d been silent in their homes
Plotting how to overthrow
This honest worship for their own
I heard them scheming in my dreams
Knew the truth but didn’t want to believe
So when they built up their domes to shut out the sun
We were scared and we were stunned
The day the pagans lost the sun
I saw but didn't tell no one
We were gathered round the trees
Singing “shine bright” through the leaves
They lined us all up, one by one
Made a point to show us their gear and guns
They blocked our roads, oh they made such a fuss
They yelled “get on the ground and pray with us!”
But they didn’t know about the our secret plan
To never get stomped out by the evil man
We had magic dances hiding up our sleeves
We all spun and turned to mice on the count of three
You see mice are special because they multiply
They’ve got strength in numbers on their side
A mouse can master how to jump really high
So that’s what we did, we jumped those bad guys!
We grabbed onto their backs and bit their thyroid glands
We punched their nazi faces with our tiny mouse hands
We really got em good like Pow! Bang! Boom! Wham!
They screamed “we’re so sorry” and they ran and ran and ran
The day the pagans lost the sun
I saw but didn't tell no one
We were gathered round the trees
Singing “shine bright” thru the leaves
After the whole ordeal went down
Things were pretty different around that town
Word spread faster than cat can lick its ass
And nobody messed with mouses habitats
The day the pagan’s lost the sun
The world felt so dark and cold the whole time it was gone
But the good folks got it back in not too long
Because their vision was clear, and the resistance was strong
The day the pagans lost the sun
I saw but didn’t tell no one
And from the sky fell 3 apples, one for you and one for me
And one for the idea of always feeling free
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Kit Parks Hamtramck, Michigan
Kit Parks is an artist, word witch, music maker, and youth worker forever based in Southeast Michigan.
e: kit@parkspc.com
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