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| Title: |
The Way Things Are Lost |
| Artist: |
Halaka
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| Copyright: |
2005 |
| Description: |
a conspiracy between Cagey House, Kingo Sleemer, and mux -- for the ones who used to be here but don't come around much anymore, so that Dave's part of the subject of his own song.
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| Notes: |
Dave gave me this and i tripped and fell in; was lost inside for a while, never quite able to twist the part that was caught on my arm or turn the part that was tangled in my hair the right way, the kind of puzzles you find around christmas time, interlocking pieces of metal that can't possibly be separated without breaking something but, we're told, they will come apart. Just keep looking at it.
I kept looking at it; but every time I thought I had I found that it was pinching my finger, my shoulder wouldn't quite fit through, a piece of steel was against my cheekbone. I called for reinforcements.
mux took one end and I held on to the other (what choice did I have?) and we looked at each other and one of us said, "It's not gonna come apart, it's a tric..." and then we both fell on our asses, each with a piece in our hands.
So Dave, here's your puzzle back. Hope we got it solved.
[sometimes you get to the end and you wonder: was this piece in here? where'd this come from? wasn't there a loop with a tangential bar? where'd that get to?]
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| Lyrics: |
-something left unstated
(or)something that she'd said
i had not forgotten
couldn'tfinditinmyhead
somewhere in the distance
(a)shockofstarsk, a light
staring at a streetlamp
drying up the light
squeals of burning footfalls
silent in the snow
path to follow nowhere
nowhere else to go
whatever's left unspoken
something that you've thought
put away as no good
let the silence out+
-disappointed, memory
buriedwhisperfalls
she never heard you say it
never heard your calls
a snowstorm on a highway
a silence unobserved
empty in the distance
past the straightening curves+
-then the stillness holds us
dangling from a thread
wrapped around a streetlamp
against horizon's red
slightest bit of movement
might bring the knowledge back
(shadow distant
still a speck of black)
against the dimming daylight
above the shimmering gray
picture of a landing
balanced on the waves
a ship drifts off that harbor
loose and left alone
there was a crew at some point
who knows where they've gone
dark and bi( )ing ocean
knocks against the bow
we're all bound for drowning
any moment now
inside, all this stillness
supporting all this noise
battering our structure
open out to void+
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