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BRIAN MORNAR |
from Lyrics Without Beats, Chords, and
Choruses
The Mouse
Hide the mouse, please
He's in my dreams again,
Startling the corners
And the-behind-things
Not a fledgling
but whom I've known...
Who is more scared
or smart? I or he?
There is no beat
To this please
Only the sadness
You can taste far away. . .
As dry breath
and
Settle down and rest
Spot a corner and let
Me find a sleep, free?...
Nothing but
what's in my mouth
Rooms feel their nooks crooks
Of stolen space
without hands
The inns of abiding no vacancies
Abodes feel the shelter &leave you out
The twist of a paper clip a spout
Taken from the hands a bit of fruit
If the grocer saw you do it
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This slight of hand and the dreams
Weighs upon you the father's
On your temple
sacred alone
Wolves predators rain down
Spider, your arms hanging there
Finding a way
to feel upon
Pull up
and begin again
From above your setting mind
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Take my credit card the value is taken
Spread about into the night the bus
stop
And the woman who asked you to unzip
Hold please your pocket is beside you
What you learn
stings the bees
out of you the agility feels you
beside your self a spider disappeared
into the eaves the walls you don't know
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Spider disappeared
into its nook
And you're back hook your facade
Onto what's familiar Home
Which is that you tried
Once I Told a Farmer
To the farmer
I say
"Bury this in your hill"
And remember what I show you
Allegory of place I smile
And the youngest
of them
The fields have suggested
Is what there is
blown away
For tomorrow by moons and crows
And lift you up I do
With the ease you'll have
Always above my eyes
And the above I hope to shed
Where the simple thinking bleeds
Complex patterns in a mouth
You (hopefully) reciprocate in kind
The buildings
I create the mind and
I leave as
the ice drug
The
So they say so they say so they say
Without a course
mindless. . .
So they say
no coast
And no other
bleeding
From the salt imbibed
At every setting down
When I leave I roll around
All the grasses dumped along
The lakes has
spread a care
And carelessness over towns
So please take these tries
To care for the coast-less
And find those mirrors
And mires that shine the best
Operatic
He's singing in the street tonight
Summer speaker is what he's
Suffering into the Fall
Raise the cornfield, so close
Instinctive, is what I tried
So stop your running, I cried
Ancient, felt breezes you can't hear
Blunted over the power, the river
Suggestion flows of the loss
Of yourself in the lines I’m drawing
And cross the ways you don't know
And the way I'm moving my mouth
Sing each night, once, I think
And be with me as the air
Connect as wildly and thick
It's only you, my friend
Say it to me, and I'll believe
In the stray utterances, likely
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