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Parking Lot
04:24
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They pulled the car around to pick you up
You sat on the sidewalk by the grass
Held your cigarette up to your mouth
It took forever for the feeling to pass
A little shaky from the alcohol
Or from the lack of it’s warming bath
You want to wake up feeling normal
Is that too much to ask
You were sick the other day
And you were sick the day before
I want to meet you on the promenade
But I think that I’ll sit on the floor
You called your mother from the waiting room
You dial 9 before the tone
You wonder if they will remember you
Or if you’ll still feel all alone
It’s all the little things you tell yourself
It’s the gas station across the street
You wait around for something happening
You wait around as you retreat
You got high the other day
You were high the day before
I want to meet you in the parking lot
Can you drive me home so I can't feel no more
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2. |
Rocking Chair
04:00
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I can put my best foot forward
And be on my way
But I stumble on my shoelaces untied
And the silver slips of daylight
Give me a headache
Though quiet autumn air still feels alright
I want to be the raging river that feeds the ocean
I want to be the woman you need to feel safe
I want to be able to make it through a day shift
But I’m crying in the bathtub and I don’t know when I’ll get out of this place
I can wear a little wire
Can you hear me
I thought I saw you standing there
At the clinic they remind you
take your medicine
If you’re lucky you’ll be asleep in your rocking chair
I want to be a blueprint laid out by DaVinci
I want to be every letter in the god damn abc’s
I want to tear apart the distortion of all creation
But I’m crying in the bathtub trying to manage this fucking disease
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3. |
Studied Psychology
02:06
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You should’ve gone to Berklee
Or studied psychology
You should have moved to Paris
But you got your G.E.D.
You should allow yourself some patience
Instead you’re just our favorite patient
Should have kept your paychecks
And been better to your wife
You should think about investing
Listen to who you’re addressing
Stop expecting roses
when you deconstruct your life
You could’ve worked a little harder
You could’ve been a little smarter
You could have made an impact but you lived your life asleep
The overlords all make their money
Everyone hates everybody
Another day in paradise
Now collectively let’s weep
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4. |
A Poem
02:49
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It’s the same
Seven lines that you wrote before
Floating on the ether
Looking out for more
And the words
No one ever spoke to you
Your resentment and your baby blues
Building your own home
Your sold on a life of forgiveness
On a life of giving
don’t take that away
Somewhere it’s warm
With my wife and my ambition
With my heavenly visions
Just tell me once more that you will stay
And I’m all tied up and safe
In a calm and quiet place
No more knocking on my door
With the houseplants on the floor
It’s the same
Seven lines that you wrote before
Floating on the ether
Looking out for more
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5. |
One Eleven
02:37
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Slow down
Pick up
freak out
Know how
I don’t know what I should do
Your life
Your wrong
Too much
Too strong
I still rely on you now
And I know I’m still out there
In a world full of purpose
And I know I’ve been down I just can’t figure out
What I am doing here
Grey hairs
Strung out
Your head
Face down
Spiraling into the night
The thirst
Decay
It’s long
The day
Breaking your own cryptic code
You know you’re afraid
You can tell what has changed
You still count the hours
And check your heart rate
When your body dissolves
And your sick of it all
You won’t have to wait
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6. |
Summertime Massachusetts
03:33
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Summertime Massachusetts
Dusky haze of angst and disbelief
You got home from your long day at work at the insurance company
Tired from the commute that dragged you
Overtired from your loneliness
My frustration boiling like a kettle
You always had to stand and try your best
And I told you I was done being your family
And everyone would one day up and leave
I shouted at you from across the kitchen
Never really knowing what it'd mean
And I can't remember what it was about
Some tantrums have a way of losing sight
But i know that you went to bed crying
One of those defeated empty nights
Sometimes we hurt the ones who love us most
My words were like a cauldron of despair
I know that you can't wish away a feeling
Sometimes it's like I don't even care
But as I sit here in my own living room
I think of all the pain you had to face
Your heavy eyes when my words cut right through you
Sorrowful with distance and disgrace
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7. |
Yogi Bear
02:58
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These repellent trees and slate gray rocks
Pass by me in my absent thought
Cinder and lightning on the hill
No more airplanes or water slides
That kid in me is dead inside
I search between the concrete and the clouds
And when I think of ecstacy
I think about what it has done to me
No longer the subject of desire
There's an angel floating mildly on the breeze
You try to hold it but its always out of reach
And i think of Mary Oliver
And my many points to ponder on
"What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
You trace a pattern through the air
With your smirking smile like Yogi Bear
The answer is a question that escapes you every time
There are angels floating wildly on the breeze
But you lie down in the grass and realize that you are at ease
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8. |
Psychedelic Angel
03:03
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In my cradle In my keep
Never write my poetry
These words feel like a sin to sing
But I just keep on dancing
When I saw you you were there but I was packing somewhere
Too far now to hear my prayer
But I don’t really care
You fed me when I was a kid
But that cul-de-sac abandon won’t leave and let me live
I’m alright in outer space
I have the time to contemplate
The inward and the outward hate that spits and can substantiate
The quetiapine and alcohol
It’s all over baby doll
There’s no one writing on the wall it’s tucked away inside for all to see
Oh you helped me to understand
You had everything against you but you did the best you can
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9. |
Haibun for Phil Elverum
03:11
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I peel the apples and place them on the cutting board
The silver of the sink, dishes begging to be washed, though my attention stays in the present
A gentle light peaks through autumn's window
The focus of the blade and my task at hand in the cyclical web of times delight
No questions bark
To be useful
A tool in the utilitarian belt
Shared space and autonomy
I dwell on work to be done
"I build", says the sparrow to it's tangled nest
No longer tangentially present
A soft proximity pulls my limbs towards absolution
A final resting place for a light heart
No more outer world
Only this crescent
A chilled wind under my breath
Underneath this shallow stream
The rocks dormant, still, and unsettled
A pine tree rests to the left
No longer frost on the nettle
No more roads, or stop lights
All silent save for the water pulled away from the noise
Just my thoughts and my overbite
You're awake now
After years of slumber
Build what sustains you
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Little Heretic Worcester, Massachusetts
Little heretic is a depiction of my relationship with art. I feel liberated in this music and I hope that you can find some liberation in it as well.
<3 Zack
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