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This is not my first choice of setting
Linens soiled by chronic bed wetting
The walls are stained from bouts of blood letting
This is not my first
This is not my first choice of setting
This is not my first choice of setting
Enmeshed in three square acres of mosquito netting
Losing my footing I fall, forgetting
That this was not my first
This was not my first choice of setting
There’s cruelty to precision
That previously wasn’t clear
One deficit; indecision
A chipped pint class of good beer
Of all the choices of setting,
Why here?
This is not my first choice of setting
Mechanical bad dreams not worth the fretting
A rash from the endless nights of sweating
This is not my first choice
This is not my first choice of setting
This is not my first
This is not my first
This is not my first choice of setting
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Uncouth
02:53
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I know you find it hard to agree
on a place and date to share my company
But that's always been uncouth
(always been uncouth to me)
I know you find it hard to agree
to my diagnosis of your personality
But I've always been uncouth
(always uncouth and mean)
Everybody's gone away this weekend
but if they were here, they'd be on their telephones
so who cares? who cares? who cares?
Everybody's stayed at home to shower
so if they were here, they'd have lousy, limp locks
not clean hair, clean hair, clean hair
Everybody's got a case of sniffles
so if they were here, they'd be spreading all their germs
so stay put, stay put, stay put
Once in a while, you blame the baby
he's colicky and cranky and he thinks I'm too hirsute
big foot, big foot, big foot
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Sucking up the Room
04:18
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I simply thought you were congested
actually that's not true
I didn't think about it at all
But I'd been meditating like you'd suggested
I just wanted to tell you about me
but I was sucking up the room
Leaving hardly a trace of space
After that fallout I have theories to propose
one, it was a head cold
two, you had been crying
perhaps someone smashed you in the fucking nose
I just wanted to tell you about me
but I was sucking up the room
leaving hardly a trace of space
It was hard to like you
and most didn't I assume
you had this manner
tender time bomb
in brackish perfume
patent-pending creator
of sucking up the room
you had this manner
vampish victim
attention vacuum
worst of all, you prattled endlessly about your dreams
not waking, walking metaphors, but literal dreams
You can't imagine how boring your dreams are
You can't imagine how boring your dreams are
I just wanted to tell you about me
but I was sucking up the room
leaving hardly a trace of space
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Going to Bed Early
03:18
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I am so busy going to sleep early
so I can go to sleep early
I wake planning my very next snooze
Ambien swallowed in twos
I can't spend all day in my twin bed
So I spend all of the night instead
I won't go out and meet an old friend
just another frayed end
I'm done drinking by quarter past three
whiskey impedes my night's sleep
I can't spend all day in my twin bed
So I spend all of the night instead
nothing more enters my head
What's more, crazy as it may seem
I hate it whenever I dream
Good night, it's obsessively planned
circadian rhythm be damned
Insomnia
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Stressful Over Here
03:16
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I can tell you all the little things which make me so ugly
it's probably more than the little things
you would probably agree
I've got a bottle of chardonnay from the Russian River Valley
you've swallowed two glasses now
you bet I'm keeping tally
I know it's stressful over here
what can I say?
It's stressful over here
You make such little sense as you mope around the house
burn some sage, some frankincense and push a mop around the house
but in the future tense
it will perfume your new blouse
I'm despotic at my own expense, an annoying, gnawing louse
I make it stressful over there
you're telling me
It's stressful over there
It's not a question of geography, it is more like inclement weather
a thunder storm, high pressure clouds when we merge together
It sounds like I'm an ugly drunk; a bossy, picky miser
I'll drink your microbrew and replace it with Budweiser
I make it less full everywhere
clear out a room
less full everywhere
say it ain't so
less full, and stressful everywhere
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Empiricist
02:53
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I have a knee jerk reaction every time I hear you use the word faith
at once I'm appalled, semi-curious, but mostly appalled
A gag reflex from every taste of your spiritual goulash
add some pepper sure, but you can't remove any of the salt
You called me an empiricist, you meant it as an insult
It's a rolling of the eyes that I'd describe simply as involuntary
if you had my respect you've lost it, if you had it at all
You called me an empiricist, you meant it as an insult
It's cardiac arrhythmia each time you say a little prayer for me
what's good I know I've earned, but when I fumble that's also my fault
We only speak of faith when we wish to substitute feelings for fact
see so many others fake, or just confuse their symptoms for emotion
I have a natural inclination to escape all conversation about Virgos,
bar hop, change the channel, stay at home, pub crawl
It's a churning of the stomach, gnawing of the teeth, shivers up the spine
binary code: zeroes, ones, do you recall?
You called me an empiricist, you meant it as an insult
We only speak of faith when we wish to substitute feelings for fact
see so many others fake, or just confuse their symptoms for emotion
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Rudderless, Lost
03:16
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It's not daylight saving time
but you are changing all the clocks
you seem embarrassed
rudderless, lost
you leave the microwave
it remains an hour behind
but still it warms
and defrosts
You were late to work
because you altered the reference of time
a still, druggy sleep keeps you
rudderless, lost
your colleagues sign in
while you brush your faded teeth
your doctor puts you down
insurance covers the cost
and still you take
your haul of daily pills
stripping you of all your common sense
(a nightly amnesia
makes each day a guess
eating pickled herring,
standing in
underwear
whatever happened to sleep)
I could have reset the clocks
so you wouldn't be late again; I didn't
I prefer when others are
rudderless, lost
and still you take
your haul of daily pills
stripping you of all your common sense
(a nightly amnesia
makes each day a guess
eating pickled herring,
standing in
underwear
whatever happened to sleep)
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