 hand and its accurracy. To the actual size of everything. The desert is the sand. You can't hold it in your hand. It won't bow to your demands. There's no difference you can make, there's no difference you can make. And if it seems like an accident, a collage of senselessness, you aren't looking hard enough. I wasn't looking hard enough at it. An argument for consciousness. The instinct of the blind insect who makes love to the flower bed and dies in the first freeze. I want to learn such simple things. No politics. No history. Until what I want and what I need can finally be the same. I just got myself to blame. Leave everything up to fate. When there are choices I could make, choices I could make. Now my heart needs a polygraph. Always so eager to pack my bags when I really want to stay. I really want to stay. I want to stay. The arc of time. The stench of sex. The innocence you can't protect. Each quarter note. Each marble step. Walk up and down. That lonely treble clef. Each wanting the next one to arrive. An arguement for consciousness. The instinct of the blind insect. Who never thinks not to accept its fate, that's faith. There is happiness in death. You give to the next one. You give to the next on down the line. The levity of longing that distills each dream inside my head. By morning watered down forget. On silver stars I wish and wish and wish. From one to the next one. From one to the next right down the line. You give to the next one. You give to the next on down the line.
A house of cards. The supple heart. Is not a place to dwell. Now you have your cake. Don't hesitate. Just do it. C'mon, just do it. Put it in your mouth. There is only now. Tomorrow has to wait. But know there is no backing out. This will really be reality. You can never dream it down. I have no way of telling the two apart. So I have made ammends in the general sense. But the devil is in the details. And I know the cause. And I want to stop. But I can't do it. I just can't do it. There was love I meant. There were accidents. Tell me which are which. Because I just can't work it out. But for memory and clarity we had better write it down. I have no way of knowing. The truth with time disolves. I put the past into the ground. I saw the future as a cloud. If ther is still time to turn around I'm going to. It's just one day I fell asleep. And now all day and night I dream. I am the first one I decieve. If I can make myself believe, the rest is easy.
I want to be the surgeon that cuts you open and fixes all of life's mistakes. I want to be the house that you were raised in. The only place that you feel safe. I want to be your shower in the morning that wakes you up and makes you clean. I know I'm just the weather against your window as you sleep through a winter's dream. Something's churning the earth. Something's stirring the sky. Every color at once in a column of light. Bacteria breeds on a microscope slide. The worm in my heart is the apple of your eye. Don't adore what is impossible. We have built this ship in a wine bottle. If we knew how it worked we would have to grow old. Something's eating at you. It wakes you up in the night. If you dig in the past who knows what you'll find. Read the newspaper print off the microfeash slide.  Don't you love what is intangible? I have built this ship in a wine bottle. If you knew who I was you would never grow old.
John A Hobson was a good man. He used to loan me books and mic stands. He even got me a subscription to the Socialist Review. Listening to records in his basement. Old folk songs about the government. ìIt is love of money, not the market,î he said, ìThese fuckers push on you. And freedom yells it don't cry. Whatever sells will decide.  So don't look so worried. He got a night life. Lost his day job. Pushing paper, swinging pendulums. Anything to serve a fuction or to occupy some time. You have got to earn this living somehow. You are good as dead without a bank account. But it is funny how alive he felt, down in that unemployeement line. With all the trash at his feet. The pools of piss in the street. All of that filthy empathy for the way we're feeling. The billboards shade. The flags they wave. The anthem was playing loud. The baseball game was letting out. Then all at once he saw the dust and heard every tiny sound. He got in his truck and turned around. Drove out through the crowd and the cops. Drove out past that center mall. Out past that sickening sprawl. Out past that fenced in gold.  But I bet the stars seemed so close at the end.
I wish I had a parachute 'cause I'm falling fast for you. I can see the ground approaching but I'm not sure what to do. I feel like a pinata won't you take a swing at me. If you could just crack the shell open I think inside you would find something sweet. I hear you like a hunter now. Your footsteps in the leaves. And I would gladly leave my hiding place yes I'm hoping to be seen. So let your arrow fly and sing I'm well within your aim. Lay your traps for a thousand miles, please don't let me escape. Winter came to Omaha and left us looking like a bride. A million perfect snowflakes now and no two are alike. So it's hard for me imagining the flaws in this design. I know debris it covers everything but still I am in love with this life.
Did it all get real? I guess it's real enough.  Another century spent pointing gunsanything that moves. Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot. My twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts. I never really dreamed of heaven much until we put him in the ground. But that's all I'm doing now. Listening for patterns in the sound of an endless static sea. Once the sattelites deceased it blows like garbage through the streets of the night sky to infinity. But don't you weep for them. Don't you weep. There is nothing as lucky. Honey don't you weep. Don't you weep for them. There is nothing as lucky, as easy or free. Don't be a criminal in this police state. You had better shop and eat and procreate. You got vacation days then you might escape to a condo on the coast. I set my watch to the atomic clock. I hear the crowd count down 'til the bomb gets dropped. I always figured there would be time enough. I never let it get me down. But I can't help it now looking for faces in the clouds. I got some friends I barely see. But we are all planning to meet. We'll lay in bags as dead as leaves. All together for eternity. But don't you weep. Don't you weep for us. There is no one as lucky. Honey don't you weep. Don't you weep for us. There is nothing, as lucky, as easy or free.
This record is dedicated to Stella Marie Mogis and RoseMarie Gentile whose coming and going have somehow helped this whole mess of a world make sense.
But never forgetting it either.
Mixed by Mike Mogis at Presto!
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