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flub on a church bell
03:57
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"Flub on a Church Bell"
Heard a flub on a church bell
Trust in heaven or trust in hell
Like the tail or the heads decree
The monster that’s flipping me
But I don’t mind
He only weakens the weaker kind
No, I don’t mind
Staring into you darkened eyes
Dreamt a man who’s his only friend
Feedback loop chat with no end
A message board is a messy shame
Surf-awaken to a new name
And you won’t mind
When they weaken the weaker kind
No you won’t mind
Just avoid the serpent’s eyes
I asked, “Can’t you help me?
I’m as lost as a busy bee”
He said, “son, just head south"
Black bile drippin from his mouth
But he didn’t mind
He just was one of those zero kind
In the land of the dead
The rollin stone dont need to stay fed
So just think twice
If you’re planning a vacation or a vice
Return to the coil
The solid snake is worth more than its oil
I see how you had legs
I see how you had hands
Still now, the clock will crawl
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2. |
not your time to ride
01:15
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"Not Your Time to Ride"
And when red flowers bloom
Do yours come too soon in June?
Persistent snowy cloth
Of Michigan winter soft and true
Is it the Iliad?
Is it your final epic fight
Between pale horses
Between dark seasons and pale light
The angels aint ready my dear
The spaceships aint sailin it’s clear
The horses ain’t saddled my dear
It’s not your time to ride
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3. |
woods
02:56
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Woods
“Whose woods these are…”
He quietly read
Three or four times
Before my bed
He was a man
Who gave his heart
To those in need
He gave his art
And I won’t think twice to remember
The words of Robert Frost
He whispered close to my ear
Did he know that I’d get lost?
But find my way back home
Long after he’d passed
“The woods are lovely
Dark and deep
But I’ve got promises
Promises to keep”
And you kept all of those promises
Just as long as you could
But left with the spaceship sailing
To find the final woods
I thank you for the miles
I’ve left to go
You reminded me with your smile
I’ve got a long way to go
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5. |
special bar bay
02:14
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Special Bar Bay
Long dark blues
I feel I have been used
Bird black skyline has no clue
Shrink myself into your shoes
Now my sisters and brothers
Are the city’s cast out lovers
Sing me a song and a heartfelt flutter
The day of tomorrow becomes our mother
(Inst.)
The only game we get to play
Is the 3D landscape of today
The maxed out, whacked out, special bar Bay
How weird this world in its way
How weird this world in its way
How weird this world in its way
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6. |
babybugg pt. 2
03:05
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Babybugg pt. 2
May you always find a friend
No matter the way the road bends
I’ll be thinking of you
May the storm clouds above your head
Rumble a short time instead
Of a monsoon in your lagoon
Inst.
If you’re feeling like a clown
Right is left and up is down
I hope you find the truth
If it’s all such a laugh to them
You’ll know who’s not your friend
I hope you count on you
Inst.
Just keep me in the loop
The text message hula-hoop
Not quite as good as a hug
So you’ll learn to rise above
Fight off the foes of your love
I’ll always miss you babybugg
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7. |
the haunted house
04:21
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The Haunted House
I saw you just a dream ago
You came to me afraid
You told me where to find your bones
Where to find your grave
And how a lover took you under
But never found the plot
You whispered softly on the wind
“When I rest, you’ll have all I’ve got”
My Bible couldn’t shield my face
Shield it from the bright blue light
I saw at the end of the tunnels
The tunnels of your empty eyes
Your flesh it fell straight through the floor
And your words they were like ice
To lessen all those weary words
My heart would not think twice
So when I finally buried you
In a proper plot of sleep
I noticed the handprint on my sleeve
Your touch that went so deep
You said to place a finger bone
In the collection plate the next day
And so when your lover placed his tithe
He wouldn’t get away
Scrapin’, clawin’, it did no good
He couldn’t remove the proof
He’d cruelly choked out your young life
And now he’d get his due
Walkin' from the gallows when
The price was finally paid
I noticed again your handprint
Never would it wash away
The blue light of your empty eyes
I still see
The blue light of your empty eyes
I still see
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8. |
untitled #1
03:42
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Untitled #1
Wait on a cloud
I’ll be coming home
Stillness is your house
When you’re all alone
See me in the sky
Riding dreams to their end
Try a little now
If you fail, there’s no “how?”
Inst x2
What would it take
To find you free and clear?
I’ll try you once again
Next time I’ll be near
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9. |
marble text
01:22
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Marble Text
Hiding where
You find no sideline
Find no sideline
Always want you near
Til the day
Our breath is empty
Our breath is empty
Our hearts are full
The marble text
Spells out your name
It spells out your name
Beloved, my friend
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11. |
sick day improvisation
01:24
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12. |
dog in the fight
02:44
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Dog in the fight
Have you ever felt the pain
When your fight just can’t sustain
Cause it’s already gone
And it’s already won
But I wouldn’t trade it, son
For any other one
When you feel there’s nothing left
Don’t consider it a theft
Cause if the fight’s in the dog
It’s the not the dog in the fight
And don’t trade it, son
For any other one
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13. |
"fame is a shame" - jack
02:00
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Fame is a Shame
I found you out
And all this time
Was wasted doubt
Cause you come on
Like someone new
But now I find
You stole the truth
Right from behind
The wall of those
You said you loved
But now it’s when
Push comes to shove
You stole their voice
And stole their pain
To make yourself
A brand new name
I think your fame
It is a shame
I think your name
It is a shame
I think your fame
It is a shame
I think your name
It is a shame
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Stillness After the Quake
Open up your eyes now
Tell me what you see
Is it always the same
Like you meant it to be
Catch a little glimpse now
Of yourself in the mirror
Do you have to fake
What you want others to see
Don’t you know I’m counting on you
To make it through the night
You’re stronger than that
What would shorten your life
Stay with us a little longer
Cause the fever will break
You’ll awaken to find
Stillness after the quake
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15. |
false proFits
03:02
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☮ not $
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16. |
green light
02:56
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Green Light
I see how you’ve fallen
Fallen for all
Now you name-drop
The home plate call
The evil that spreads when
Too many strike out
The Mudville joy
And colossus of clout
I don’t know why
You came home
I don’t know why
You came home
If I could replay
It over again
I think would save it
For another friend
The ejections pick up
This late in the game
Signing the foul ball
With another’s name
I don’t know why
You came home
I don’t know why
You came home
Who gave you the signal?
Who gave you the signal?
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17. |
last minz
03:48
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last minz
Is it like
Falling asleep
But with more pain
You could ever imagine
Falling asleep
The dreams that come
Flooding through
Wading so deep
Or the waves that wane
Above your head
Slipping into the deep
All you see
Is where you could be
So I’ll leave
You to the rain
Pounding you under
Just prepare
Yourself a place
To hide from the thunder
All you see
Is where you could be
The church you know
Buried in snow
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18. |
KVJ
03:19
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KVJ
“So it goes…”
The one thing I know
KV prayed the words
Stuck up the middle bird
All those tight ropes
Make it hard to cope
All those tight ropes
Hope you swim or float
The Midwest he knew
The soul it grew
When the art is at heart
Not easily pulled apart
All those tight ropes
Make it hard to cope
All those tight ropes
Hope you swim or float
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19. |
bees in the pantry
02:53
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Bees in the Pantry
Little seashell in the sand
The left will wash the right hand
Try your best to get it right
The black crow swoops down in the black night
Ooooh
When they buried the southern singer
They left a bell, a dead ringer
Irish coffee, Irish cream
Don’t ask the priest what it means
Ooooh
Playin’ dead, playin’ for keeps
The skeleton man never weeps
Nothin’ like the taste of bread
The masses swarm over your head
Ooooh
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"Song from the Mansfield Reformatory (Starin’ at a Shoestring)"
Starin’ at my shoestring
Oh what a strange thing
To think my wife and kids
Would learn it’d serve my undoing
I remember teachin’ my son
To tie the laces good
The bunny hides in the hole
Out the other side beautiful and bold
Lights out
The time is right I guess
All alone in this mess
Is this what
I really want
Or to thread some other way
You can learn all kinds of things
Starin’ at a shoestring
Like the snake that started it all
Like a used car salesman standing tall
Lights out
The time is right I guess
All alone in this mess
Is this what
I really want
Or to see another day
Place my head on a pillow
Polyester and cotton
I think I’ll dream tonight
Think I’ll dream again tonight
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21. |
frogue
01:39
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22. |
family council meeting
03:37
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Family Council Meeting
They wouldn’t let me run
So I staked out with my son
The family council meets at 10
Now the age of 17
My child grew to know my dream
We hatched a plan, armed — waited in the van
Gave him a reassuring nod
Crossed ourselves and prayed to God
“May this crooked tree branch break at last”
Hoods over our heads
Like twin grim reapers approaching a bed
The nest of vipers would soon be sussed
When I kicked in the door
And aimed my Kel-Tec PMR
No look of surprise on anyone’s face
Sharp pain in the back
When I turned, before things got black
My boy had the cold eyes of his name
Eyes blurred, on my side
When I started to smile wide
My uncle leaned close and I whispered the words:
“Freedom at last,
You sons of bitches make me laugh
I’d say, ‘See you in hell’ but you ain’t that good.”
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Requiem for D.J.
In this world of funny changes
It’s not funny when you don’t feel whole
Though I never got to meet you
What you made comforts my soul
Inst
Dead dog’s eyeball was your tag
Keep swingin’ Joe, you’ll make it
Pounding chords until it passed
A Day in the Life, but infinite spirit
Hi, how are you DJ?
Hi, where are you DJ?
Hi, how are you DJ?
I see you on a rising cloud
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24. |
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BART Emergency Evacuation Safety Information
Emergency evacuation
Safety Information
Emergency evacuation
Safety Information
Look, listen, respond above ground
Underground emergency telephone
Look, listen, respond above ground
Underground emergency telephone
Telephone
Telephone
Telephone
Emergency evacuation
Safety Information
Emergency evacuation
Safety Information
Fire extinguisher, Intercom
Emergency Door Release
Fire extinguisher, Intercom
Emergency Door Release
Emergency Door Release
Emergency Door Release
Emergency Door Release
Emergency evacuation
Safety Information
Emergency evacuation
Safety Information
Danger high voltage
Wait for assistance
Emergency evacuation
Safety Information
Emergency evacuation
Safety Information
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25. |
booch
00:51
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26. |
susan jones
02:25
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Susan Jones
Susan Jones
After droppin’ the kids off
Hits the Starbucks down from the slums
Venti latte extra pumps
Susan Jones
I’m sorry you feel alone
You never thought you’d have to be
A real estate worker in the rough part of the city
Susan Jones
You read his emails
The biggest betrayal you’ve ever known
Caught him later on the phone
Susan Jones
If that wealthy doctor
“Forgets” to send y’all his support
I’ll find him, drag his ass to court
You know me, I’m a good lawyer
You know me, I’m on your side
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Perhapsy Oakland, California
KSB album: porchpartyrecords.bandcamp.com/album/kingdom-starlight-bliss
Perhapsy is the
solo project of musician/graphic-artist Derek Barber, guitarist and songwriter of Oakland-based groups Spacemoth, Mahwam, Bells Atlas, and former contributor to Curls (Christopher Owens of Girls), Astronauts, etc., and more
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