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Memorize w/ yr Heart
02:17
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Memorize with your heart.
Not with your head.
You have to put your body into it.
I’ve been trying to see the sounds in my head Been trying to hear the dreams that she thread Above our bed’s a tangled web. Discarded mess. A mess of a bless that says:
Memorize with your heart.
Not with your head.
You have to put your body into it.
Been trying to force these thoughts out instead
but go for a walk and let my lost be lead.
And where I’m lead. Right down from ledge. To take it step by step.
A step from the ledge that says...
‘The only Strokes I was influenced by’ she said
‘Were the strokes I received from you.’
And when we grew all the past was new and we’re all part of it too.
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The Art Of Advertising
03:35
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He’s not susceptible to advertising
He broadcasts his message from the top of his Facebook wall He wants you to know that he’s never been sadder
But he’s not susceptible to advertising
What a strange coincidence
Can’t think straight. Can’t make sense.
I tell you I’m not susceptible to advertising
My head is a turnstile struggling to take in it all I want you to know that I’ve never seen Saturn
But I’m not susceptible to advertising
What a strange coincidence
(That’s the way they get you to pay)
Can’t think straight. Can’t make sense.
(I obey what you display)
What I first want is just what I get
(That’s the way they get you to pay)
What I first wanted was programmed by this apparatus
Said ‘if you think this don’t apply to you
And you’d never set a foot in the swamp
The life that you live that’s just advertising for the shop The art you’re making that’s just advertising for the shop’
For the shop.
What a strange coincidence. (That’s the way they get you to pay) All relations are reduced to this.
(I obey what you display)
What I first wanted now I forget (That’s the way they get you to pay)
What a strange coincidence
When can you be free?
When can you be all you’d be?
When I need a break from the TV in my pocket Pops up self help on the screen
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Art and Advertising
02:59
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Kant held that what makes art art is : purposive purposelessness
If you mapped out the chambers of this epoch’s broke heart: purposive purposelessness
Beauty is forms freely playing : purposive purposelessness
You’re a lovely design. Never had a function: purposive purposelessness
Heart is the mediator between the brain and the hands
Ads help you feel for the world market demands
All shapes surface the status quo: purposive purposelessness
And everyone’s an artist with a camera phone: purposive purposelessness Realism deals what’s already known: purposive purposelessness
But the art of a spark reveals where we’ll go : purposive purposelessness
Art is the mediator between the brain and the hands Ads creates empathy for market demands
Art creates cosmos. Original origin.
Purposive purposelessness : that’s the world we’re in.
BK indie for Sunday brunch : purposive purposelessness
Melancholy ambiance designed by robots : purposive purposelessness A post punk party plus synthesizer : purposive purposelessness
Most so called artists: Advertisers : purposive purposelessness.
The individual is not at war with the market or the state.
The marketplace created individual.
Poems that dance elated : they’re at war with the market and the state. But the marketplace created individual.
Individual.
Individual.
I only am aware of the Wi-Fi when the server breaks down.
Your poem’s like some broken equipment. Revealed design of the dirt on the ground.
I only know the touch of my keychain when key’s lost and can’t be found. Your poem’s like my broken stereo: reveals sound not being around.
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This city’s made for the doers. The movers shakers. Not connoisseurs. This city’s made for the doers. The movers shakers. Health food reviewers.
No - I don’t have time for a call. If word’s urgent you can post it on my wall. I don’t have time to inhale. Waste batteries. Miss the next e-mail.
Hemingway wrote: Stop when you know where to go tomorrow but that was so long ago.
We are living in the days of sorrow. We are living in the buy don’t borrow. Hemingway wrote : Relax when you know what to note tomorrow but that was so long ago.
You’ll be living in the days of sorrow when I post my Kilimanjaro.
Baby it’s making me bitter harder fatter stressed out.
Baby yr making me bitter harder fatter stressed.
This city’s made for the doers. The movers. shakers. Non-connoisseurs. This city’s made for the doers. The humors. Tubers. entrepreneurs.
You need to make both ends meet. Maximize flow Soylent toilet seat.
You need to make both ends meet. Scrounch overhead til yr head touch feet. See I take all my meals to-go.
It’s fast down the tube - delivery - and back to my work flow.
Innovation it waits for no man unless I lose my dongle.
You must will your maxims - only they apply to you : the universal law of the doer. You see this book stack. I have an app that reads econ theory by pillow while I sleep.
They say: this show’s incredible.
They say: oeuvre indelible.
Who is they and why are we constantly seeking to defer authority?
Huh?
It’s making me bitter harder fatter stressed out.
Baby it’s making me bitter harder fatter stressed.
This city’s made for the doers. The movers . shakers. data accruers. This city’s made for the doers. The movers. shakers. non- connoisseurs.
If you stroll for a walk in the woods and I snap photo on my phone of goods: For all millennia you’ll alwalys be stuck in the woods.
How you gonna manage that?
Ten minutes : calendar
Ten minutes : Bandcamp
Ten minutes : wiki browse
Ten minutes: planning my next ten minutes.
It’s all about auto bio of Benjamin. Ten minutes: Ted talk
Ten minutes: Notepad
Ten minutes: Amazon
Ten minutes : planning my next ten minutes. To thine own shelf be true.
This city’s made for the doers. The movers. shakers. Non-connoisseurs. This city’s made for the doers. The humors. Tubers. entrepreneurs.
It’s making me bitter. Harder. Fatter. Stressed out.
Nikki it’s making me bitter. Harder. Fatter. Stressed out.
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5. |
Top Hat No Rabbit
02:29
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6. |
Everybody's Sad
01:27
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It’s time to stop top hat No rabbit.
We must stand tall. No ruse inhabit.
Be not top hat no rabbit.
We must stand tall. No ruse inhabit.
Scene:
Rotonde. February. Clock: Nine PM.
Fragments form together. Join: run on the band. In top hat. Crowd’s still.
Stone pillar by the garden.
My stale beer sits still. It’s a pillar on the organ.
Let pillar of the hat be empty. Don’t fill with fear from past. Let pillar of the hat be empty. Stand it tall. Make it last.
Let pillar of the hat be empty. Don’t fill with fear from past. Let pillar of the hat be empty. Stand it tall. Make it last.
But I can break from the past at this moment if I will or can I? - if I will to deny.
Testify:
To stop top hat no rabbit.
We must stand tall.
Be example.
Be a classic : Voyage fantastic.
Pythagoras defined beauty: many reduced to one.
But many were reduced to nothing as history rolled on. Cyclops defined truly : many voiced but eye of one. Only one eye have I as history rolls on.
Cause history’s a rolling stone rolling down a hill side. Whether sliding left or right it’s always getting down. And history’s a circle. It’s turning down a hillside. Whether leaning left or right your body makes a sound.
Stop top hat no rabbit.
We must stand tall. No ruse inhabit. Be not top hat no rabbit
We must stand tall. No ruse inhabit
Well every choice is a negation of another.
Yet every step springs from a father and a mother.
In crowd: light spots fleshy face. Graceful lack of grace. Sings a verse ‘name escape’. Sings with me taking back days. Does he also eye himself in I?
The singers I yearned for saw themselves in time. Well : maybe you’re the same as me.
We see things they’ll never see.
But you and I won’t live forever.
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Everybody’s sad at the top of the Billboard Everybody’s sad at the Chase bank gala So many Frank Oceans down in the valley Success always comes with depression Cuz everybody’s sad
Yeah everybody’s sad like you. Everybody’s sad
Your heroes heartbroken like you. They’re just like you.
Everyone’s sad at the top of the Billboard
Everybody streams sad furniture tracks
Top forty asks ‘Where is my klonopin?’
And the underground sound : folk rock depressed Cuz everybody’s sad
Yeah everybody’s sad like you. Everybody’s sad
Oppressors heartbroken like you. Darth Vader is sad too.
Beautiful famous sad alone
Studying the metrics on new phones Piping fade trades into their headphones At the top of the throne.
Relating. Thrown.
Beautiful fat and sad alone
Studying the metrics on new phone. Piping syntax into my headphones
On my toilet throne
Relate cuz I’m thrown
When everybody’s sad
Yeah everybody’s sad like you.
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Somewhere in these private minds
The last one comes just in time to
Clear out the chambers, sew up the lips
That's the price to pay for hoping
Every slip's not a slide
In other words, not to get it wrong
Pointless to walk when it's past time to run
Secure under the weight of watchful eyes
Lulled to sleep under clear, expansive skies
Somewhere in these prying hearts
Competing histories tear us apart
We hope we won't get what we deserve
Hide behind the targets in front of
All the people we serve
Somewhere in these private minds
The last one comes just in time to
Clear out the chambers, sew up the lips
That's the price to pay for hoping
Every slip's not a slide
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