2.2727 : 10/20/12 : Work It

The only kind of magic that's real
And I was a master once
just how did I feel
It doesn't leave a lot behind
And like everything else
it's all in the mind
If I don't break this
latest spell
I don't know what's next
but it won't be pretty
And I keep going back
to the well
How can I still feel vexed
by a substandard ditty
no more getting out
of my head anymore
no more to work it work it
I wrap the cord around
once twice tight
brace my feet and jerk it

what

2.2726 : 10/19/12 : The Other Thing

The other thing I thought of
was too sad to say
So hey, today,
another: come what may
so hey today
pardon my fray
the other thing I thought
was too hard on me
it's not a crime to be lost
or to want to be free
And if there are many
with a better claim on misery
Well it's not a contest
and we're on the same side you see

what

2.2725 : 10/18/12 : Gems

Moments shine out
like unstrung gems
no story at all
no shortage of problems
it'll all be a wash
in a thousand years
but still I've got to deal
with all these nows and heres
Now my gems look shabby
chipped colored glass
If I really had my druthers
give it all a pass
but I must keep mining
This played out claim
pray there's still a few surprises
left in the long game

what

2.2724 : 10/17/12 : Sell Out

If they offered me a paycheck
and a slot to tuck in
I'd sell out this mess so fast
your little head would spin
but there is no they
and nobody is buying
So it's back to the blank sheet
as it seems I'm far from dying
What a miserable topic
You must be so bored
as I struggle to embrace
what I claimed I once abhorred
we who never truly hungered
never truly faced the street
will sell out industry's last dregs
as we drag and drag our feet

what

2.2723 : 10/16/12 : Pile

Pinches or shovels
all add to the pile
but the critical mass
eludes all the while
if only I could
expunge this spark
I could call the pile enough
and eject hope for a lark

what

2.2722 : 10/15/12 : Obscure

The hole is everywhere
and what's the use
what's the point of pretending
What's my excuse
Anger, hunger
envy and lust
up to four already
fucken crazy or bust
this is your brain on
heavy doses
of realism framed
in the usual psychoses
not enough hours
not even making the polls
obscure to vanishing
and obsessed with the holes

what

2.2721 : 10/14/12 : Million

They laugh at me
thinking so small
only a million
you don't get it at all
just want to be great
at something hard
something uncommon
here's my card
like I could ever be
the next million seller
don't even have a rudder
or a damn propeller
try to get personal
Cook it down to one
hope I get enough time
hope sometimes it's fun

what

2.2720 : 10/13/12 : Twisted Wood

I close my eyes and all I see
is twisted wood
what does it mean you ask
I shrug in my black hood
who can search out the meaning
of the metaphors
that condense on the portholes
of perception's pressure doors
I had a dream I was
back in the old shop
Where I used to cook up beats
and engineer the drop
and oh man that brew
felt just like twisted wood
Still stumped me but back then
mystery still felt good

what

2.2719 : 10/12/12 : Phone

If I only want to
phone it in
should I wait a little longer
it begin?
Heaven knows I can
fake it up
but I can't escape the fear
I'll have to make it up
someday
Too samey samey
too long long long
too late I stuck it
in another song
Too late to worry
about solipsism
Everybody may
already be way past
post-ism

what

2.2718 : 10/11/12 : Material

Maybe the good just runs out
You ever thought about it?
The hole will take us all out
But guess who takes the first hit?
Your phone will not deliver
Cause you can't eat the ethereal
And I'd love to make anything
But I cannot stand the new material
What am I supposed to cut out of this black cloth?
How do I fly from the flame like an anti-moth
I never signed on
for a course in dystopia
but we're all getting one anyway
guess you'd call that entropy huh?
In my darkest mind
the streamers of black
wind up every jot and dittle
lash it all to the rack
pull every particle to pieces
in my fantasy imperial
Start from scratch with a batch
of the new material

what

2.2717 : 10/10/12 : Tentacles

Make it about tentacles
and zombies and cupcakes
and fixies
I'll bend it like Beckham
and woo like
the Pixies
I want to be so dated
before the ink dries
what else what else
it's so cute how he tries
always lose my stomach
less than halfway in
you can't always
bull through every
thing you begin
still like the tentacles
they'll stay in the show
as to the rest
guess I'll just go with the flow

what

2.2716 : 10/09/12 : Encore

And for my encore
allow me to say
I stopped short at almost
giving up on everything again today
It wasn't impressive
thanking God it's not all worse isn't a strategy
I'll blame the world for fifteen thousand days
but the rest are all on me

what

2.2715 : 10/08/12 : Extremity

These everyday extremities
embarrassing to protest
I'm so nobody special
I'm so just like the rest
but though it is a poor excuse
I'll take it and I'll bolt
another day like always
stage another dull revolt

what

2.2714 : 10/07/12 : Narrower

Maybe it's really all getting narrower
Maybe I'm finding time is the harrower
Maybe life really has no narrative
And I've cashed in my last imperative
the grass was always greener
in the past
And feeling like my own future's
Outcast
It's just another gloomy phase
maybe true
Feels and works out the same
So hell with you

what

2.2713 : 10/06/12 : No Pattern

Stare at the page
try to crack a code
night after night
it sure gets old
maybe it's nonsense
no pattern beneath
nothing you could carry back
or sink in with your teeth
the same gets samier
a brutal tell
and still I'll wave that motherfucker
ring it like a bell

what

2.2712 : 10/05/12 : Buy My Way Out of This Hole

I've got to buy my way
out of this hole
and I'll pay any toll
In any coin on any day
This is the first installment
a ticket for one night
all ghouls depart my sight
As I prepare to break the enthrallment

what

2.2711 : 10/04/12 : Flight Risk

Am I a flight risk
I think not
not sure exactly why
It's not the kink I've got
I don't dream of freedom
I did my time alone
but I must dream of something
It pains my crooked bone
Could we all run away
take all our problems along
take the debt take the jobs
this ancient curse of song
I don't know if I'm persistent
or deep in the rut
and I don't have a flight plan
no this is anything but

what

2.2710 : 10/03/12 : Fantasy World

So I guess
this is goodbye
fantasy world
how my blood boiled
oh how my toes curled
probably another
cheap scared
laugh in the dark
but there's no more slack
and this ain't
no dream park

what

2.2709 : 10/02/12 : Magic Box

Excuse my quiet voice I'm embarrassed
excuse me staring at my feet
I struggled through a tangled mess to get here
and seeing you my shame is made complete
just let it tumble out I want the magic box again
my efforts to run solo are all mired in molasses
I need a straight up miracle the real childish stuff
that never would get whispered of among the better classes
Excuse my crudeness I'm dull slob
My lack of grace but time is getting dire
My mundane box is only full of scraps of paper
and every slip is begging for the fire
and you of anyone should know how badly I need it
of anyone should know just how the seed was sown
Do I have to mention just exactly whose responsibility
put it in me and how it's grown and grown and grown

what

2.2708 : 10/01/12 : Numbers

Rather than allow dreams in
I run the stupid numbers
And try to figure out the route
run by this ship of bumblers
I haven't got anything else
my bag of tricks is empty
I'm down to my last sleight of hand
Vanish the coin he lent me
There's no escape from the numbers
the numbers never sleep
I wake up every morning to
more numbers in a heap
after another day
of pushing them around
I haven't got a drop left in me
Collapse onto the ground

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