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released October 9, 2009

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Track Name: lullaby for genes
i got lost deciphering what i say from what i mean but now i think i know why all the whores in my dreams never speak and they can't sing they just glow and radiate in letterbox impatiently up their skirts content to become the sign that i am less a man than means lord let them dance please let them sing don't let our bodies mean the things that oh i think i know why
Track Name: distractions
maybe i'm distracted but i've known cunts like you before better just to let them bore themselves and go home walk it alone i know you could be honey just as easily throw yourself under the wheels of someone else and with the same results if you were a book you'd be bound back at the stem and read everyone would want to see but i would check you out under the sound of it ok i know you could be honey just as easily throw yourself under the wheels of someone else and with the same results and it kills me too
Track Name: sleep
she said that's a mighty-good reason to die i said i know i tried and she said well here is a reason to try harder we wed in the mighty good season of june-july oh no i don't know when well we wed in the mighty good season of summer remember you you said you were half alive and i was dead we dreamt of all the pretty flowers we would plant above my bed and in the winter when there wasn't enough there was some somehow and in the meantime we were just cities lying around the cats/flowers sang sleep heavenly it's a state you won't regret solemn cities seven afternoons a week remember when you said you were half in love and i was fed bathwater brainwash book endings and utterly mislead but in the middle when there wasn't a hope well there was some somewhere and in the meantime we were just kitties learning to stare cats/flowers sang
Track Name: unbecoming pt 1
inarticulate as unbecoming as the death she was sick and so she slept inarticulate as unbecoming as the death we retreat out of breath these are the last words you speak/think you should know where you lose yourself often determines what you find you were wrong this is a light on
Track Name: unbecoming pt 2
in the light what the night could not sustain takes a lot of empty gestures to mean anything in the line of the sight i know i've seen to be carved from constellation and returned to me i feel as though exiled and irrevocably damned hereafter hereafter the sun crowning no one thing revokes its offering refuses to be seen without its wings undone and all about the aether damning everything in the light by the sight internecine on the edge of affirmation inadvertently by the night it seemed ok
Track Name: no visions (just sin)
assert ourselves only in double negatives we do not not love you and wish that you wouldn't please never not come home soon if you kill yahweh you're no better than he is the hardest part's surely the bone caving thankless the blood from your fists will flood holy to hold your cold feet no visions just cynicism and attention to detail you say you want to know where i go at night you say it never shows well you aint caught sight i say it over flows like a river might you say you never know well we know alright no visions just cynicism and attention to detail
Track Name: hegemon
i come from the land of the hyperactive hegemon they dug the well to place down with it bodies a shovel in hand and the dress you wore to Winfield wherefore the river forks the corpse will find the mainstream what sort of saint do you forsake me for? i'm on the table baby where you going to sleep i'm only able - maybe not
Track Name: golden gods
there are no golden gods no more no there are no golden gods no more his mother held her head and swore that there are no golden gods i know no more the dead will have their day in court and no more and none other sort and the dead will have their day in court and no more and none other brother they'll go and they'll know when they go they will know where the devils go and it ain't home