1. |
Lying Down
04:26
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War footing means no contact
The drawing of a circle
Measured by my body lying down
At least--at last--today.
Broadcast the next directive
Depends on who you follow
Up and running, take it lying down
We'll weather it ok.
Yesterday someone loaded bags into my car
War footing means we live like kings
My house is on a hill
Three floors and a bunker
I leave a gift to some charities in your name.
War footing tears the contracts
And stitches them together
Redline the language lying down
Approved from home someday.
Broadcast with reservation
The daily serpent's sermon
Scan the lowlights midnight lying down
What does your sleeping say?
Yesterday someone asked if we could make a deal
War footing means hold out holed up for days
My virtue is for sale
Three floors and a way out
I leave a mark in cement before it dries.
This is how we build a bridge
This is when we leave the house
This is why we stay away.
Roll back to how it started
The closing of a circle
Stand up the bodies lying down
Like any other day.
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2. |
Said a Thing
02:54
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I keep track of my consumption
For use in later math
Let alone my core assumption
That it clarifies the path
I monitor my vital signs
Noticing the trends
I'm coloring inside the lines
And straightening the bends
I don't just wanna burn it down unless I do
Someone's beat me to it
All of you
Thanks for choosing in a block
Your serpent-headed friend
Until your other figurehead
Decides to come again
I'll be counting while you wait
The beans against the thaw
But nothing I can calculate
Trumps what you think you saw
You made a wish to burn it down and it came true
Start dancing til it catches up with you
And it will and when it does
That we all said it would won't make a sound
Except to lock us out
Of all those cities you built underground
Did you sanctify the water,
Or is it there to keep your kids alive?
While I run mine into the light
You were right that something would arrive
My numbers came back yesterday
This new routine is clever
"keep it up," the doctors say
You'll live for fucking ever.
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3. |
Where It Lands
04:07
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That was a bit much
I got carried away
I guess I was just having a bad day
Everything’s fine now
Even everything’s cool
I put my headphones in and walk to school
I work in a tower
It’s pearly and white
I get paid to air my laundry in plain sight
It’s hard to believe how
Lucky I’ve been
I knocked on every door and i got in
I know a good farmer
I’m a pretty good cook
A consequence of all the pills i took
That was an outburst
You shouldn’t have said
Focus on your gardening instead
Or take a vacation
Go up to the shore
Spend all our money at the record store
I’d rather be selling
What I’m determined to buy
The limit is a slightly lower sky
I won’t get despondent
That i made a good plan
Professional distinguished also-ran
It doesn’t cut like a razor
That my friends are in lights
A consequence of slightly longer sights
Or a quieter mind frame
When I was scared of the dark
Or my story might just have a longer arc
It bends in its own time
It grows like a weed
It knows the difference between want and need
I need to say something
But that doesn’t mean
That i am being heard or being seen
I fly under the radar
I use invisible ink
And anyways the writing helps me think
I think about old songs
And i think about you
And all that you believe that i can do
So I will do some things
On the days that i will
And hopefully that holds us both until
Something bigger should happen
Like you knew that it would
And it’ll be because you said i could
That’s a bit much
I throw a little too long
But tomorrow is your birthday, here’s a song
It started out about me
And ended up about you
As I would want my better days to do.
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4. |
Aspirational Gardening
04:21
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Speaking of better days this garden has seen
The previous ownership, compulsively competent
It lulls us to sleep then explodes into green
My mode of address more impulsive than confident
I have these ideas how it can vibrate and breathe
The eye ought to travel how the body negotiates
The movement we built into intricate weaves
The mind comes to rest as the water free-associates
At first then eventual cut of a path
An irrigation masterpiece, half predetermined arteries
The rest is as easy as drawing a bath
Honoring the gravity, becoming what it wants to be
But as it stands it’s just overgrown
It goes the same way I’ve always known
Some visionary seeds go to ground
Then I forget where I set them down.
Speaking of better ways I might practice thinking
The concept exists in all the brands that I buy
They say that just sitting there inspires an unlinking
Between the machine and what’s in front of the eye
I have these ideas of more inspired ways to see
Or maybe that striving suppresses the untainted
Looking then running all the code that I need
My mind like a river, my eyes clear, my gaze painted
On to my face to subdue any following
What passes will pass, unconcerned with its measure
Like sediment sinking, like gunpowder hollowing
Out of a bullet, like unburied treasure
It’s in my mouth but I overblow
Nice to believe, harder to know
I spit every seed down to ground
But there’s no water in this town.
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5. |
43:1
05:30
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Making things masks sickness, I will have to give this back
43 days for this 1-day attack
That’s the deal presented from before I had a choice
That’s the cost of having any voice
And when it comes I lean on systems that I put in place
An action plan to follow and the habits to replace
That’s the deal I made with you when you still had a voice
That’s the price of leaving me a choice
Could be worse my good days could be bad at least I make
A thing for you before the earth quakes
And when it does you lean on rails you wrapped around the place
And lifelines that you strung between the sharps that you replaced
With healthy ways to spend my time, with things that might restore
Dynamic equilibrium, before I’m out the door.
And on to bigger, better, more
Beyond what kept me here before
And on to higher, faster, new
My aim consistently post true
Hit the mark if only there were anything to say
Besides a recreation of the low day
And how it almost fucked up everything but then instead
I wound up getting resourced and well-read
In terms of how to think about the steps I need to take
To start to know the nature of the lists I always make
To organize the landscape and flatten all the peaks
Raise up every valley, plug the slow leaks
I’m an airtight capsule, I’ve depressurized this place
And filled the walls with mirrors from a safe space
That won’t reveal my face in ways with which you might agree
From being on the inside of what no one else can see
Walls can talk and tell you everything you need to know
Reflecting back how danger turns to boredom in the snow
And back to smaller, worse, and less
From games of chance to games of chess
And back to lower, slower, old
Just sleeping, keeping out the cold
Hide the mess the company is almost at the door
Ring the bell and get up off the floor.
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6. |
Fair Is Foul Is Fair
04:30
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I hear about the changing of the guard it won't come soon enough
That is if it should come at all I can't get unstuck on that thought
No rest unto the wicked maybe that's the reason I wake up
To check the progress on foregone conclusions running in reverse
Count your breaths
Really be there
Retrace your steps
Fair is foul, foul is far
They say it's only sound and fury fuhrer's fuse is fuming out
A dying animal last slash enclosure keeping us apart
Perimeter that's closing down unless it's growing all the while
What's set in motion goes to ground in time just have to watch the clock
Count one breath
Really see where
Embrace your steps
Fair is foul, foul is fair
I hear that fair is foul and foul is fair we're upside down this year
They say to keep the faith and spread the faith I'm trying half the time
When I breathe in I try to know that I am taking half a breath
What goes up must come down not if but when not if but when oh when
Take one breath.
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7. |
Pre-Post
07:36
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8. |
Post Nova
02:47
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So much dust covers all the tables
Suffocates the cables
Static in the line hums, 60-cycle noise, thumbs,
All my grip on swivel bearing
Loosen drop to stop the staring
Spirit of the stairs, look back before my cells cook.
After it settles
I'll draw in the particles of star dirt
Now that it's settled
I'll build you a ladder out of space sand.
Lean it like it's real
Metallic in its feel
Steady for the faith climb, overhanded pull I'm
Managing my expectations
Accurate about my station
Blocking out the head rush and everything my hands crush
After it settles
Collect all the pictures that I scattered
Now that it's settled
The images form into a canvas.
There is something being born where there was nothing there before.
Something's being born where there was nothing there before
Something's being born where there was nothing.
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9. |
80s Death
02:32
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Andrea Mazzariello Northfield, Minnesota
Andrea Mazzariello (he/him) is a composer, performer, writer, and teacher.
He writes songs,
makes electronic music, and works in notated traditions.
He writes about listening.
He teaches composition at Carleton College, directs the composition program at the Sō Percussion Summer Institute, and mentors young musicians at The Key, a youth services organization in Northfield, MN.
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