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Countervalue
01:14
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I’m waiting for a day of sirens
Of evil men with holes to hide in
A jet black sky, the sunlight frightened
By eerie, hissing, braindead violence
A mass of all the lives we'll have to lose
Won’t even have a fucking chance to move
Their tvs screaming, their house on fire
I hope to have a moment saved
to take stock of the life I’ve made
and if it’s really all going to end
I’m thankful that you were my best friend
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Blue Jaunte
01:16
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You need to have this lock and key
to find your way from there to me
A destination, context too
so timespace still keeps track of you
It wouldn’t take too much to crush
your skeleton into the dust
Your organs, eyeballs, conscience, you
erase them all when left to blue
But if your gully isn’t foiled
Thy burning man forever oiled
A nomad on the dim horizon
who proved that one man was an island
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Resurrection Biology
01:37
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Spinning inside a freezing maelstrom
Witches laugh on creation's broom
The last one wavered, the last one's dead
The doctor put a gun up, right up to its head
But out of black magic there beats a heart
and history remembers when it had its part
A vile, sucking cycle of blood
A second chance exhumed from the mud
The creature's stirring, it's but a child
and soon will have revenge on the wild
For life from which it was made bereft
Swift retribution, there's nothing left
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Gashodokuro
01:52
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Deep into the nightmare’s fog
a giant shadow defying the gods
Moving slowly nearer still
His only appetite to kill
A gnashing, crashing, tower of bones
Who lives to decimate your home
and in practicing his quest
he roams at midnight right into your nest
Your city is like a slab of food,
your spraying blood his gratitude
An evil ringing in your ear
The ending that you’ve always feared, it's coming back
Famine and sickness, murder, war, calcium cracks!
Famine and sickness, murder, war, it's all come right to your door
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A Life in 4 Hooks
02:19
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Song for Matthew Mara
01:43
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A fallen angel fallen on hard times
Matthew Mara sings with stridulation
Diseases kept at bay with lemons and limes
Just a street rat without vocation
And hips and nips won’t save you now
Their teeth are inching nearer
They’re sniffing at the scar on your neck
Even curs get Jesus fever
Once a man of the cloth
Master plan which you scoff
as shit now hits the fan
Your wounds are on your left
I pray you make this right
You say that you have sinned
It’s not yet darkest night
Your ears are spiteful, deaf
to god and his pale light
Your faith has lost its sight
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My Hand Is a Spider
01:40
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My hand is a spider
You brush it off the same
Eight limbs pull themselves tighter
and crack over the flame
My hand is a spider
You flush me down the drain
Now down here in the sewer
there’s never any rain
to wash me from the spout so
I can climb back up again
My hand is a spider
whose venom failed to maim
My hand is a spider
I dare you speak its name:
ARACHNID
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Execution Breakfast
02:06
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The man approaches the gallows
across the street from your seat
He’s dejected, looking so hallow
and you are just about to eat
The waiter jots down your order
as the crier speaks this man’s crimes
The cook cracks open an egg
and hides the sound of a snap
His feet shake after his legs
as you’re daydreaming of naps
The crowd disperses uncaring
as you are mopping up your plate
But all is settling nicely
You’re moving like a tortoise
His body’s still looking sprightly
despite the rigor mortis
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There’s an angry scorpion under my hat
who sure likes the dark but hates being trapped
and my belly sloshes white with boiling water
as the nails in my feet drive a little bit farther
Every morning I wake and I brush ‘em with lead
‘til my gums start to bleed from the force
and when night comes around and I climb into bed
I’m kicked in the head by a horse
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The Last Night in Texas
03:23
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On the last night in Texas
the entire desert died
All the bones started walking
Crows fell from the sky
Their limp wings pointed upwards
as the dogs trembled with mange
and the wind screamed all around
“No more homes on the range.”
On the last night in Texas
there was nowhere left to hide
Death was on the porch and knocking
from his scythe he hung your spine
On the last night…
On the last night in Texas
the earth let out a sigh
and its breath would leave a trace
on the tombstone of the sky
On the last night in Texas
the wells finally ran dry
and you held your burning face
as the dust took your eyes
And the mountains laid bleeding
as it all closed its eyes
And the ocean died gasping
as we saw through our demise
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Andy Klingensmith Chicago, Illinois
Multi-disciplinary artist concerned with place, pace, and tape since January 2020.
The center is always open.
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