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Maman
04:27
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: Maman, nous sommes à la maison
Where did you keep the body?
: Silly, silly child--
You’ve been walking around with a crow between your legs.
: Oui, Maman--
The crow between my legs is the same crow you once had on your back.
: My poor child-- you’re pale as a ghost!
Have you heard how beautifully the crow sings?
: No, Maman. Please don’t make me hear the crow sing.
: Maman, where did you hide the body?
Did it kwack and thwack when you whacked it in the head?
: Not any more than you will, my child.
Cup of tea, perhaps?
: Spare me your niceties, Maman.
I’m hungry and I’ve come to collect the body.
: You speak in such snaking sentences, child.
Come sit with me a while?
: Stay away from me, Maman.
Why are you holding a blindfold?
: (no response)
:No, Maman. Please don’t make me close my eyes.
: Bon voyage, Ma Petite Cuckoo.
The body you were looking for was yours.
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Pirouettes of Night
03:50
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(March on my soul nor like the laggard stay)
Mine-- on whose heart as a worm you trod
Mine-- on whose heart like a crow doth hover
Jagged as the scribbles of an unwound tongue
Broken as the promise of a soul unsung
Merging imperceptibly into the wind
Where voices of the children are unheard and unhinged
Mine-- on whose heart as a sea you’ve bled
Drowning in the slander of your venomous blight
Reaching for the rhythm of your syllabic kite
Now I lay you down to sleep
I pray the Lord your soul to keep
Baa Baa Black Sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! One urn full.
You promised me the syllables of light
I’m drowning in the pirouettes of night
You promised me the syllables of light
I’m drowning in the pirouettes of night
You promised me the syllables of light
I’m drowning in the pirouettes of night
(I am not your broken promise)
(I am not your broken promise)
(I am not your broken promise)
(I am not your broken promise)
But you-- on whose heart as a dove I flew
You-- on whose heart like a prison does truth
Riddled as the ramblings of a sinful tongue
Taken by the lesions of a god undone
Ceding imperceptibly into his will
Where voices of the dying are unheard and unstill
You-- for whose heart as a sea I’ve bled
Drowning in the hither of your thithering sight
Reaching for the rhythm of your syllabic kite
Now I lay you down to sleep
I pray the Lord your soul to keep
Baa Baa Black Sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! One urn full.
You promised me the syllables of light
I’m drowning in the pirouettes of night
You promised me the syllables of light
I’m drowning in the pirouettes of night
You promised me the syllables of light
I’m drowning in the pirouettes of night
(You were just a broken promise)
(You were just a broken promise)
(You were just a broken promise)
(You were just a broken promise)
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Mr Lumpus Decides to Die
04:44
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Pop?
Wake up.
Wake up, Pop.
Please…
It’s the graveyard diggers.
At exactly 3:61 a.m., Mr. Lumpus decides to die. Legless, but not quite lifeless, Mr. Lumpus is filled with a hypnagogic sense of desire. He thrusts himself on the floor. He makes his way to the door. Wobbles to walk, wobbles to walk-- locked. “The key,” he says, “the key is in my mind! The key is in my mind! And the river-- of rats and wrongs, of cats with songs-- the river is where I can wash (shhh)…” The river, the quiver, the grateful dead forgiver with the death dance.
“Each year, hundreds of people disappear on the world’s transport systems.
They leave their belongings, like suicide notes, on terminal benches,
in the aisles, in overhead luggage racks and under their seats.
Seeming, quite literally, to vanish without a trace.”
And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners-- dance
And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners-- dance
And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners—dance
And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners-- dance
: Pop? Wake up. Please...
: Vanish without a trace.
: Wake up, Pop.
: Vanish without a trace.
: It’s the graveyard diggers.
And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners-- dance
And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners-- dance
And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners-- dance
And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners—dance
At exactly 9:02 a.m., Mr. Lumpus is declared not dead, but missing--
vanished without a trace.
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Dark the Star
03:04
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Dissonance of pain
Jagged letters
Dissonance of waves
Sinking
Dissonance of heart
Slowly fading
Dissonance of time
Tick tock ticking
And the world keeps turning
Though your heart’s stopped beating
And the clock keeps ticking
Dark the star
Cross out the wings
The feathers will follow
With all of their things:
Time
Rhyme
Ring
Time
Rhyme
Ring
Dazzlement
(Dissonance)
(Distance)
(Deliverance)
Dissonance of distance
Dissonance of dawn
Dissonance of sirens
Dissonance of death
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Houdini Whodunit
04:06
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Marhaban, Houdini
Marhaban, Houdini
Nastadai nroohakni tadhari
Marhaban, Houdini
Houdini who did it? Houdini whodunit? Who did it? Whodunit?
Houdini he did it. Houdini he done it. He did it. He done it.
Houdini who did it? Houdini whodunit? Who did it? Whodunit?
Houdini he did it. Houdini he done it. He did it. He done it.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Prepare to lose your minds
As this magician’s bind
Will surely rob you blind
To where you’ll only find
Your heart for him declined
For chains of pain entwined
Abracadabra alakazam
Hocus pocus sleight of hand
Izzy wizzy let’s get busy
Open sesame, open sesame
Abracadabra alakazam
Izzy wizzy let’s get busy
Hocus pocus sleight of hand
Pick a card, any card
Pick a card, any card
Abracadabra alakazam
Izzy wizzy let’s get busy
Houdini who did it? Houdini whodunit? Who did it? Whodunit?
Houdini he did it. Houdini he done it. He did it. He done it.
Houdini who did it? Houdini whodunit? Who did it? Whodunit?
Houdini he did it. Houdini he done it. He did it. He done it.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
This story can define
How this magician’s bind
Will pay for death in kind
With bated breath designed
To free your mind resigned
From catching him confined
Abracadabra alakazam
Pick a card, any card
Hocus pocus sleight of hand
Izzy wizzy let’s get busy
Open sesame, open sesame
Abracadabra alakazam
Pick a card, any card
Open sesame
Open sesame
Open sesame
Voila!
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6. |
The Game of Dying
04:44
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Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream
The game of dying’s easy
We need not realize
That we’re all born champions here
In Death’s misgiving eyes
The game of grieving’s easy, too
Take a shovel and a plow
Then till the soil that memories drew
And watch the night-dogs howl
The game is best when played by two
Three’s a hefty crowd
‘Cause heart and soul cannot undo
Love’s secrets homeward bound
So dig a hole most piously
Come ravens and regrets
I’ve seen the ghosts of Tartarus
Tracing our silhouettes
I rowed, rowed, rowed your boat
Gently down the stream
Heavily, heavily, heavily, heavily
Life was not a dream
The game of dreaming’s easy
We need not realize
That godliness is just absurd
Until we fantasize
The game of living’s easy, too
Take a rope and braid a noose
And with that noose release yourself
With everything to lose
The game is best when played by one
Two’s a hefty crowd
‘Cause heart and soul cannot contain
Love’s chorus sung out loud
So dig a hole most piously
Come ravens and regrets
I’ve seen the ghosts of Tartarus
Plaguing our silhouettes
Row, row, row your boat
(Nothing’s what it seems)
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7. |
Monsieur X
02:52
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Jack of None Chicago, Illinois
JACK OF NONE is an experimental rock band comprised of siblings A.G. Syjuco (composer on guitar, bass, synthesizers and
programming), Maxine Syjuco (poet-songwriter and vocalist), and Julian Syjuco (guitar).
The band has received critical acclaim for their forward-thinking approach to fusing electronically-charged experimental music with spoken word poetry.
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