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Ironic Collection
Her virtu for bibelot was risible
Every (single) pendant made her ecstasy visible
Vertiginous she was before curios
Her penchant for buying them seemed fearless
She shined like a shrine to the trinket
Worshiping tchatchkee and locket
She even went bankrupt to hock it
A sad E-Bay sale out of pocket
Handled
Amply, gently, bear-like friendly
Pawed and craving words
Of black and teen with endless brawn
A mogul mascot brown
Lively tipped up piling smile
A thing to put you off
A candle burning, even baking
A time to set apart
Crimson and Clover
Ah, I don’t hardly know her
But I think I could love her
Crimson and clover
Ah, if she comes walking over
And I’ve been waiting to show her
Crimson and clover
Over and over
Yeah, my mind’s such a sweet thing
I want to do everything
What a beautiful feeling
Crimson and clover
Over and over
Standard
Cast down ugly flag star
Heaven bound from upper sky
Wavy molten ideal tail
Its trail divides a truth and lie
Unfurled flapping border-maker
Its pole-ward motion takes us down
Make it fly half mast
And let us wish upon a star
Fit
I like what you have to say
But I’m not sure that I fell the same way
But I’m sure it fits for you
In a way that so few do
It’s just the same
It’s just not my game
But it’s still not the same
What am I to do?
Crowd
Mass mind follows one another
Screams and applause like any other
One by one they gather no strength
(But) together with voice they act as one
Seller
Young adventure capitalist
With site brochures in hand
I’d likely bargain for a few
And you’d likely sell them
If your clothes were washed
But I (we) are so far away
And I don’t really care
Dream Plans
What are your dreams made of?
Linoleum, burlap, tin, or steel
Wooden dreams they burn so quickly
Paper even quicker so
A simple wish will never suffice
To build a reality from dreams
All dreams require artifice
And plan, blueprints, that chart the stars
Winthrop
(instrumental)
Holy Shoes
A culture without flowers knows no weeds
The culture we all live by knows no rules
But we must live and walk with all these rules
And think of all of them as useful tools
The social contracts which we all live by
Give us pause to see just how they feel
The social contracts which we all live by
Give us pause to see just how they feel
Their meanings and their reasons, causes why
And more so uses too make them unreal
A culture without flowers knows no weeds
The culture we all live by knows no rules
Submerge
(instrumental)
Ugly Dog
Every morning at five AM
He walks his mangly dog
A cross between a cat and some sticks
It limps and draws attention to itself
Like a bloody napkin
Here it comes a hobbling
Its smell precedes its gate
Its owner’s to blame
But someone loves it, probably his child