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"Jackson"
03:20
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I left your father's first book of poems
over the fridge in the house
Diego grew up in
Couldn't bear to look at what you had written down
in those blank pages books tend to have
right at the start
I used to think
they were meant for lovers,
proud fathers and the like
never thought they could be of use
for those of us who have learned
to swim in the light
But I can hear you singing "Jackson"
walking around your old apartment
opening and closing the doors
your husband had kicked to splinters
yes, I can hear you singing "Jackson"
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2. |
Great Balcony Visions
02:16
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Our house is filling up
with teargas smoke
I'm dreaming about your face
in downtown Santiago
I'm a young man in your arms
you're cool water running down my throat
we give new names to old things lost
yet the bruise remains intact
and you, you are over the waves
trying not to rhyme
with the sunlight at your heels
and you, you are over the waves
trying not to rhyme
with the sunlight at your heels
Stones fly through the glass
yet the window appears unharmed
took to drawing birds
from our sheets of cremnitz white
You're a woman in my arms
yet a girl when about to drown
numb your eyes against the glare
find the rythm in the noise out there
and you, you are over the waves
trying not to rhyme,
with the sunlight at your heels
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3. |
Shoreline
03:37
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These are my father's bones
inside these boxing gloves
and here is last summer's yield
beneath this winter's snow
somewhere in the tangle
lays a creature with its heart stopped
never thought I'd live
to see a sight like this
Headlights chasing the horizon
I'm in the midsts of transformation
leave my younger body
in the crisp air of empty stations
somewhere in the tangle
lays a creature with its heart stopped
never thought I'd live
to see a sight like this
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4. |
Jab-Jab
02:14
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Why do you have to act so tough?
why do you have to go into the cold
without your gloves on?
why does the oil paint soldify
when everything should remain in pure flux?
got a drawing of her laying naked in my bed, the sweetest crucifixion
used to moan my name,
used to laugh my name,
used to say my name
Empty bottle left in the kitchen floor
taunts me to chase the river
to where the dark days grow
there's a secret in the water
there's a hidden hymn
buried in the ether
I'm just too numb to feel it
I'm just too dumb to hear it
Old lover, hang your dresses out to dry
Display them like religious signs
I'm standing in this blinding light
surrounded by senseless white
Somehow the wind finds the spaces
that leave the buttons of my coat
and, sudendly, your name
blossoms in my tongue
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5. |
Your Hollow God
02:50
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I'm going to scream at the lights
to shake a sound from the silence
your voice sounded so sad
I almost danced to Madrid
Were it not for your sacred vanity
that hollow god you feed with your youth
She keeps emailing me
her books of poetry
signs her name with "forever yours"
and I almost believe her
Were it not for her undying sorrow
how can you love pain so much
you make it your god?
(...descalzo por el lago
escondiendo diamantes
en las olas, nadie los ha encontrado)
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6. |
Pack of Lights
04:01
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Tell me the truth,
did you really understand
what they tried to say?
and if you did,
won't you translate it for me?
all I ever saw were some lanterns
swaying in the breeze
The girl that tends
to the horses looks at me
and smiles
It's a fine spring day
and the air's so pure
it cuts through my lungs
The future is sprawled across her face
in bold new forms
but it's already gone
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