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They've moved out and I'm still here

Another look at empty rooms left waiting
I see you leaving and you see me fade away
It’s not the distance it’s the gaps we’re making
It’s not the distance it’s the lies in the things we say

Don’t know …

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The No Epiphanies Bandwagon (humble drums)

The No Epiphanies Bandwagon is grating on the ear
And the Lost Articulate Abominables Collection is too far away to hear
While the Belated Reasonable retraction anomalies sit further to the rear

Hurrumph!

The clearing of clogged throats must continue …

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Inert Chaos seeks new keywords

Something-
Particles and their anti’s locked in existential war
Nothing-
Boiling emptiness snapping in and out of being
Something-
From a distance seems the signals beemed alive

How does it begin?

Ideas, restrained and hamstrung,
Tied to the starting blocks,…

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Fit to flatline

flatline flatline
everybody’s lost time
flatline fast crime
find fault- all mine

now repeat after me
what a shock it was
no respect left to see
and don’t ask because

spent kids, spent kids,
can’t you pay the rent kids…

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The Smell of Fish

Oily edged liquidy sickness.
Cold fingers holding gut,
Coiling a knot and not knowing it.

Not knowing it,
Not knowing anything
Instant Education in remission
Value multiplied by time
Meaning and significance,
Laid side by side in brine…

Mottos and …

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Brump

crunch it up and throw it out
where it is when you’re not about
driving home and i’m driving on
with a head of air in sand
Buried there by my own hand

Tear it off and burn it down…

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Keep it coming

Trundling a bundle on,
Pushing the covered wagon
Feet dragging, toes digging into the earth.

The sun obscured and hidden
Dry throat rasping in the parched air
Music retreats in the distance

Fumbling the simple things
Staying distant and affected…

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Blunk… (Blog+Junk)

contact,
no contact-
slip away

counting,
no counting-
not today

closer,
no closer-
giving way

trying,
not trying-
hard to say

packed bags
picking scabs
stood too still to stay

the past chimes
with future crimes
built from the same …

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More of the Same

===V1===
they say that things change with time
but I just keep changing my mind
baby please don’t always keep what you find
the world’s deep but we’re falling behind

I hear age teaches a lesson,
I’m repeating some old …

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Live and Learn

Reality crunchin downwards,
Spitting shards strike pure.
Sudden-stop momentum,
Heart now moved for sure.

Motion burned in anger,
Vented in vacant space.
Twisted waiting danger,
Resltess smiling face

Instinct taking over,
Trust suspended low.
The self withheld and sober,
The …

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Dreamin…

An attempt at a traditional ballad. The speaker is wondering how he managed to dream away his life and let love and friendship languish… when he was young he dreamed of the future, then he tried to forget his distracted

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Rutstuky

Capo 4th fret

G Am C D

Haven’t you heard?

They’re taking pictures of your mind

Haven’t you learned?

It’s getting far too dark to find

Simple and straight,

Soft spoken silence leaves it late

Stand up and turn

Her …

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InFormNation (The Search)

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C
Open window
G
Wayward, she go
F G
I caught you laughing down the hall
Breakfast, maybe
Sunlight, gazing
Might as well leap if you’re gonna fall.

There’s plenty of information baby
But I don’t understand …

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Pains for gains.

Pain is a funny thing,
Screaming voice to stop
Whatever you are doing
Now until it leaves

Many different types
Gangs of mutual enemies
Super villan collections
For every possible weakness

Like everything bar habit
Quickly forgotten,
State of being…

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Dripterium Tremendum

Forget
For old times sake
Forget
Let the self dissolve
Stand in the river of time and pay attention
No preaching now
Only
Reaching out and leaning
Windswept and honest
Neglect
For no one cause
Questions raindrops keeping pace
Osmosis …

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Grumpletilt Mumbles Anew

in from the wild
the cold, the child
a signal born
a signal filed

when everything you do or say
is recorded, reported, distorted

when everything you touch today
is broken, mislaid, contorted

and everyone you try to turn to…

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Working Man

Not as if it’s real work either,
hunched over a keyboard
Trying not to drift
To another website found forgotten

What I wouldn’t give for the ache of an honest day
Shovelling shit into a ditch or aiming some loud …