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1100 AM
05:46
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Drop the top on the highway
Tune into a creature thought
Does it read a little sideways
When you know the oblique is knocking?
Take a chance on the byway
Tantalize your sureness of mind
Like a drag, blowing smoke
Lost in schismatic tote
Of flesh and it's kind
And find the words in the car
The radio in tune with questions of man and not
And find these things to be real
Paragon frights and thoughts in stereo reveal
Cut the knot running my way
A nature flange is breaking the lock
Open gates surely flooding
Flush with types that we never sought
Louder thoughts bring the turning
Of grotesque men in alter rooms
Broken axe; caterwauls
Ghoulish masks in tattered stalls
Of flesh we assume
And find these words underground
Nucleic voices spreading the sound
And find the words in your head
Steering the chair and vessel nestled in green and red
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2. |
Ox
05:14
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One day, colder hearts will smolder in their own hate
Charred black, remnant of a father's face
Hands like mountain rills wander beyond the dam
One night, the ox went behind the tiger and bled his brew
Stark contrast; absent of a brother's place
Hands like mountain rills stifle before the lake
Standing in the north, facing wind to the west; I fall
Stranded, sifting culled belated epithets; twin and all
Stand beside the flood, swim beneath the grass
Sacrifice the trust, cut the line that's cast
Bleeding on the phone, clot before the wound
Say your piece and leave, let her leave the room; let her leave the room
Pain is null and void, gain is all that lasts
Sitting lone and sure, share a glimpse that passed
Truly lower you are dead to middle me
See the face that's ripe; washed, effaced; and breathe
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3. |
slowdrive
03:12
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I've been saving up my money
For this tank of gasoline
The roads are feeling slick
And I'm feeling mean
I been tipping bottles, spilling drinks
Feeling mink coats
I don't have the money that I want
I've got to float down
I've been driving while I'm tired
Swerving when I feel your ghost
You tickle my ribs and you grab me by the throat
My words are getting leery
And I'm starting to sweat through my skin
I've got to get on the interstate now
I've been spending time writing words on the bathroom stalls
I've got nothing to say, I've got nothing at all
I've been spending time saying words on the telephone
I've got nowhere to go, you know I have no home
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4. |
The Ghost
01:57
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5. |
Should Have Known Better
04:18
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I should have known better
To see what I could see
My black shroud
Holding down my feelings
A pillar for my enemies
I should have wrote a letter
And grieve what I happen to grieve
My black shroud
I never trust my feelings
I waited for the remedy
When I was three, three maybe four
She left us at that video store
Be my rest, be my fantasy
I’m light as a feather
I’m bright as the Oregon breeze
My black shroud
Frightened by my feelings
I only wanna be a relief
No, I’m not a go-getter
The demon had a spell on me
My black shroud
Captain of my feelings
The only thing I wanna believe
When I was three, and free to explore
I saw her face on the back of the door
Be my rest, be my fantasy
I should have known better
Nothing can be changed
The past is still the past
The bridge to nowhere
I should have wrote a letter
Explaining what I feel, that empty feeling
Don’t back down, concentrate on seeing
The breakers in the bar, the neighbor’s greeting
My brother had a daughter
The beauty that she brings, illumination
Don’t back down, there is nothing left
The breakers in the bar, no reason to live
I’m a fool in the fetter
Rose of Aaron’s beard, where you can reach me
Don’t back down: nothing can be changed
Cantilever bridge, the drunken sailor
My brother had a daughter
The beauty that she brings, illumination
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CUSIQUE Los Angeles, California
CUSIQUE is the solo project of producer, multi-instrumentalist and songwriter Patrick McKay.
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