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Ars
00:46
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If I get to be too Abrasive...
If only everything was that Grand.
I buried my fangs and antlers in water.
When I went bear hunting, I was almost close.
I was almost close...
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Abrasive
02:04
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If I get to be too Abrasive, let me know and I'll leave you alone.
Vaguely Avoiding
Unsightly Patrolling
I'm Honest
You promised a trip to the ocean
Apparent Directly
Cross Pollinate beside me
You're hiding, You're searching
You're reaching out for something
I clung like a leech, to the skin, just to see
How it feels
How you've known
What I've told
What I've done
You're right
I'm wrong
I can see what I have done
An Ouroboros dream of reoccurring themes
If I get to be too abrasive, let me know and I'll leave you alone.
Are you okay? For now...
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3. |
Grand
03:20
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Look at everything
Because it’s all the same
Year after year
I am led back here
If only
Everything was grand
I’ve tried
To find the divide
Where the pieces fit
Just when I’m needed
I understand that all is lost if I don’t just speak up
All I know is thrown throughout
There’s nothing to lie about
I’ve held my tongue for far too long
I’ve tried too hard to see what’s wrong
But I cannot prevent all that’s going to happen
Why do I feel so empty inside
I’m just trying to make things feel right
If only everything was that Grand…
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4. |
Depiction
02:25
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I’m in love with a man with a hook for a hand
An eye for an eye will keep me half blind
You can’t choke the chicken if you didn’t do the dishes
You can’t hang me out to dry…
I thought I understood secret code until my pedestal was removed
I’m testing out a barrel for Annie Taylor
I’m learning how to read and write
I want to be reborn again
Can’t wait to be a new person
I want to be reborn again
Can’t wait to tell all of my friends
Writing in my notebook that was hidden in my backpack
I’ll brush my teeth until my gums bleed
Can’t grasp anything if I’m always pointing fingers
You’re asking for dessert without touching dinner
I’ve written many versions repeating these burdens
Will people even listen to the second place position
I’ve been trying to perfect this crooked depiction
I’ll never finish what I’ve started
Always saying…I was Almost Close
It’s not a party if you do it every day! It’s not a party if you do it every night!
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B
01:10
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Nothing makes sense unless we speak about the spirits
Sinking in your thoughts until they have enough merit
Trapped in a box with holes poked for air
We all know life can’t be fair
We all know that life isn’t fair
Please be...
Please let me find you there
The sun is in my kaleidoscope
What do you think will happen next?
(If you think that you will burn, you’re already made of ash)
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Six
02:09
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Deep within my dreams there is no sound
Coming from your corpse six feet underground
You speak in tongues through this planchette I move
You’re promising silence once your body is exhumed
How can we go underground?
Beneath the winding sheet is my rival infiltrator
I memorized your epitaph to deride much later
I sung out my dirge as I began to dig
Summoning your soul from the hell where you’ve been damned to
How can we go underground?
I set down my shovel
With plans to disinter
I crack open your coffin for one last favor
I said your name and then you awoke
I carved out your heart like it was a joke
How can we go underground?
Six-feet under
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7. |
Laws
01:17
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I let you read my poetry though I knew that you didn't like me
I let you view my art though I knew you'd tear it apart
Whose loss is it if I'm my own worst critic?
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8. |
August
01:47
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I’m just trying to memorize
The instructions I had left inside
Of my August Jewel case
That I buried when my skies turned gray
I dug it under my perch of pals
It was the remnants of my broken shell
To review when I am half-past dead
A funeral showcase for my friends
What do I do when I am doomed to be
Everything that I’ve repressed in me
I’ll burn like a witch, crisped at the stake
Attached to a weight in the middle of a lake
An immaculate perception, my vision defogged
Always effusive, I’m never involved
I know it’s hateful to assume,
But God has devilish plans for you
*
I’ve been trying to clear my head and keep those thoughts buried in the sand
I keep thinking about what everyone will say after I am buried and start to decay
Was I in fact ever enough for everyone that I gave my trust
Crisped and drowned and buried out of view
My God has devilish plans for you.
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September
02:26
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Who the hell taught you to hammer?
The steeple you’re hitting isn’t getting any deeper
Do me a favor and grease the tractor
And while you’re at it feed the cattle
*Can you show me how to milk a cow?
So I can do it all by myself
There’s so much for me to understand
As a cowboy on a cattle ranch
Approach a cow from the side, not its face
And you forgot to shut the green graze gate
Let out the chickens, and get the eggs
Then I’ll tell you what we’re doing next
Digging in the dirt with the bobcat bucket
Don’t forget about the water trough running
Feed the cats and weigh the calves
Fixing fence and putting in ear tags
*
*
*
The farmer
The square baler
The storm center in September
The horses
The Herefords
The nerve centers of September
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Mountain Lion
01:51
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You are the mountain
I am the lion
I don’t know what anything stands for
I’m just always trapped in the middle
Storm clouds gather right behind my back
But I just see the sunlight where I’m looking at
You can’t belittle me
Liar, Lions, Lost Fur, the Bad Lands
My friends are your friends
But there’s blood on your hands
This is corruption
Leaking like a fountain
With coins surrounding
Me while I’m drowning
If I am the mountain
Are you the lion
There’s nothing left except me
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Oxoxic
02:44
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You’re so sure that you’ve heard this before
You scream like a whisper
And you saunter like a whimper
I’ll spit out an enormous amount
To let you in and wear my skin
How is it? Does it really fit?
There’s a hole in my back where you tried to attack
And a fang lodged in my throat
Snagged and burned in a pile of urns
The board is talking in distance slurs
Tell me Ouija is it them or me
Is this a part of your prophecy
A mirror of magnets and an ego so frail
Take your hands and raise the sails
A ship so vast that it won’t move in a hush
Your internal struggles aren’t really worth that much
It’s happening again
and again
You’re so sure you’ve heard this before
It won’t happen again because of this
I’ll get your poison out of my skin
And then this is it
It won’t happen again
This time I won’t let you in
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Fangs
01:37
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Ludicrous Sobrietist
Cannibal Cosmologist
Rethink your guess when reaching for the light switch
Conscious Accuser
Danger Ensuer
Putting all the bad thoughts
Away in a lock box
Venom in my veins
Leaking from my fangs
I’ll show you what I mean
When you throw a curse at me
Wipe that look from your face
Will you ever learn your place
Mocking moments I arranged
I’m a victim dressed in chains
Steam hinged hijack
Reinforced relapse
I finally understand now
The reasons you are without
Your blame infested Hell hole
Wrath will dwell through your home
Constant replays
Blocked passage ways
Will this ever end for you?
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Antlers
01:18
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If I had Antlers the size of towers,
Would you back away like a coward
If I had thorns that entangled my horns
Would you survive if I impaled your heart?
I have tusks growing from my mandible
Thick black spikes coming from my spiny shell
Quills that can prick the highest defense
A beak that can spit and claws that can skin
If my tentacles could latch on your skull
Would you dart away if I uncoiled
If your whiskers can’t sense what this concerns
I suggest you mind your own feathers
My dorsal fin saws off your snout
My spine has curved and my furs ripped out
Ill kick my hooves
Deflect your stinger from my veins
And use my fangs to devour your remains
If I had Antlers…
This is enough…
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Sink Water
02:59
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I’ve been characterizing myself through my own apprehension. Wearing out my body through my double-checked self-doubt. I quake throughout letters I’ve written and rehearsed for years. I never swallowed the blood that pooled inside of my mouth
What’s your favorite film? Care to tell me about yourself? I’ll fill you in on travels that sailed no further than the trash on my bedroom floor. Will you actually listen? I’ll wash the dishes and tell you about wisely choosing your words.
How does it feel to be the one that everyone wants you to be…Like being dragged by a horse across fields and oceans and off the sides of Earth? I’ve been leaning on certain feelings revealing themselves for something simple like the same deck of cards being shuffled for the fifth time. What am I to do when I am just ruins? Buried underground with no friends. Will I stand the test of time? But how can I, if I’m always picking up the broken branches of others that are midway through soaking in my own sink water
Doubting my intentions while soaking with the dishes. Where have you been since I last came to visit? I brought my notebooks to prove who I am, but of course you don’t even look at them. I got my scars from cuts, from friends, that you said I’d never see again. But here they are poking knives. Just like the old times. Walk the neighborhood at night.
What did you want to be when you grew up? Have you tried to rest your affliction? Are you still trying to touch yourself just to get attention? Driving towards home thinking of what you did. Repeatedly taking showers to get rid of the filth.
And with every storm, the trees begin to shed, and here I am picking up branches again. I’m the leaky faucet dripping into a clogged drain. No one’s home, fill the sink. Never knowing when exactly the house will flood again.
I think I’m happy and I think you’re lying. You’re crying over spilt milk that you poured inside me. Turn the lights off if you’re not going to use them. Close the front door, you’re letting the cold air in. Take a short shower, use all the hot water. You’re not the same, you’ve changed. What’s your lucky number? It plays in my mind one step at a time. I was trapped in the drain when the flood began.
(Your branches are soaking in my sink water) You didn’t visit me in my dreams when you died that night, but it’s all right. I never wrote you letters when you were alive. I can’t decide if I’m terrified or if it’s right to face my fears one last time.
All my life I’ve dreamed of branches growing out of sink water. I’ve filled notebooks about nothing but how I am reacting to everyone and everything. I’m always picking up the broken branches of others that are midway through soaking in my own sink water
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Bear Hunting
03:33
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How can I compare my hand to the bear claw of a man?
I sit like a wolf at the table waiting to dig his fangs in the neck of his dinner.
I grin with my lips, hiding my teeth, and that’s the first thing you notice about me…
Will you take me Bear Hunting?
Do you think we’ll find something?
Will you take me Bear Hunting?
Will you take me there?
I observe from a distance and exam the task.
I set the bear trap and wait for the attack.
To see these scenes of repeating history
If you’re not the liar, then what does that make me?
*
The first moves been made...
For the second I’ll wait.
You miss all the shots that you don’t aim.
The poacher craves the thrill of the hunt.
Are you afraid of a loaded gun?
Will you take me Bear hunting?
It’s becoming all or nothing
I just want to feel something
When you take me Bear Hunting…
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ArsAuctor Nashville, Tennessee
Flawed, but honest - Ars Auctor extends his artistic hand into creating sounds that detail his life experiences with harsh vocals, droning instruments, and thick wordplay. Influences such as Interpol, At the Drive-in, Joanna Newsom, Björk, MeatLoaf,The Fiery Furnaces, and The Residents lead Ars Auctor to a distinct Art rock sound reminiscent of that drunk friend at a party that found the keyboard. ... more
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