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散歩(sanpo)
02:27
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散歩、暑さ、太陽が降り出すかのように。雲も空を軽くとんでいる。さっと僕がベンチに座り込み。なんという間にか眩しい夕焼けが。
Walking in heat like the sun could fall. And clouds weightlessly drift in the sky. I plop down onto a bench. Out of nowhere, a dazzling sunset.
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Learn Hello
02:30
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I feel awful poor at this. I feel
as though pretending not to
notice this is keeping me behind. How
do I begin to dig your breathing
wooden skin where the scales
miss, miss? (La la la la)
Look to the ground.
Look to the animals.
Learn how they say goodbye.
Study their tails go.
I'm gonna have you stuck in my mind,
I think I'd like to see you some time
(time) moves over when we get together
buzzing like two feathers!
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Keeping Secrets
02:25
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When ghostly dots become
a thousand million
ghostly dots, it's time. Your palms
begin to sweat. Don't keep closed.
You know,
a salty ocean's memory must
come to foam. I
had a dream before my eyes
there was a dream. I had a dream
I saved the country from a dai-jishin,
cause in my dream
the whole thing fit
inside my palm. Then
the next thing you know, I'm keeping secrets
from John Rhys-Davies. Then
the next thing, I learn my secret
was a lie. I fell asleep before my eyes
there was a dream.
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(Orders)
03:00
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Haunt another time - we don't take orders from the tomb! I wanna sing a song for every little spot on you. Erect your ears in future dreams of Mexico (and if my telephone starts ringing I'll just have to let it go.) If you knew the feelings that I have for you: a world in which even our silence is a gift, and foods taste good. The warmest breath this world has ever seen. I think that's understood. Your golden knees, the middle of your chest. Your sing-song voice takes confidence and slaps it in the ears like twirling thread like rising bread, I feel so strange and hopeful.
May I ask your heart to take me up to see your room? Will your heart answer soon? ...Hey, is it cold? Is it this cold? Are you this cold?
"It is cold in a tomb."
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Take a Number
01:57
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1811, practice Hungarian, discords are in.
(Take a number, う)
1840, heart-stirring stories, girls who like Russian boys
take a number, う
1915, in France a woman sings, "I think love is mean."
(Take a number, う)
1917, give me your singing jazz-machine.
(That's what I need!) It's that number, う!
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Acting Adult
03:36
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Higher! Another nail in the wall.
Another inch off the trim and I'll have you
looking like my princess. Liar!
I see your tongue sticking out!
I see the words on your breath and
none of them agreed
to take confession.
I came along concocting this song
for telling-off everyone. As things turn
out, the feeling gets lost each time I
come up to the chalk.
(That's the deepest hole I ever seen!)
That's the deepest dream I ever seen!
That's the kind of
thought I like to feed. It seems like
thats the only line you ever sing. It's one
after the other, to then fro. If one
can't live in chaos how's it really all I
ever get to know? Here's the only
harp I need to own - let's
make it worth the money.
Higher! Another nail in the wall.
Another pinch on your chin and I'll have you
looking like my mistress. Liar!
I see your tongue sticking out!
I see the words on your breath but
can hardly understand the message.
I wrote this tune
without having a clue of how
to include you, so now
I'm calling you out for acting
adult
and finally stopping my calls.
Went you went home, heart-broke and drunk,
and I wanted to meet you, you
read my note and quickly wrote back,
"I'm sorry. No thank you."
(That's the deepest hole
I ever seen!) That's the biggest talk
I ever seen! That's the kind of talk
I'd like to lead. It seems like that's the only
talk I can't compete with. It's one
after the other, to then fro. If one
can't live in chaos
how's it really all I ever get to know?
Here's the only
harp I need to own - let's
make it worth the money. it's one for
the road, and two for the show.
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Nearer is
where we
peel garlic
hands cleaning
steel pots,
streets stealing
bright flowers
in crops
where we
slip knives
in hot water
knives rainless
curtains,
gardenlike
we peel away
light smells
on our eyelids
as sun
on steel
we lay
tracks, crop
mountains
and rooftops
with snow,
rails with
freight cars
the size of
leaves, I
hold you
nearer now
than a season,
than a whistle
praying in the dark.
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David Plell Seattle, Washington
David Plell is a Seattle-based multimedia artist.
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