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Mazzuhchusettes
03:45
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Viola smoke cloud
Making a mouse of a bouncer
But you were busy partaking, taming a flame
To see the vicious horde of approaching
Raucous pups sniffing for a bone
At the fizzle strike
Before it drops a cinder plank
So we went three deep
Charming karma to catch
The 11:42
“So you’re going to Jacques’s?”
“Yeah, we’re all in the same program at the fac…”
You said you spent two weeks of summer in Mazzuhchusettes
Studying English but you don’t really remember it…
I’m just humming along
I don’t know the words to the song
And so I’m jumping stoops, throwing keys in loops
Until isles of ease, seagulls and breeze
Drifting from the cracked AC vault
Now you’re hugging hips with the stove to fit
Into a kitchen, bankrupt of cushion
“Have you…” a start to a question
But you drafted and scrapped it
“It’s really fine… I’m already thinking in your tongue”
“…You’d be derailing a train with a few more words”
You just shook your head to smile and say
That you liked the accent
I could see I was talking italics
Scolioticly locked but moving around
You said you spent two weeks of summer in Mazzuhchusettes
Studying English but you don’t really remember it…
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2. |
Meandering Pockets
02:43
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I was lying low, but decided to give it a shot
You and your friend’s house was a pulpy fluff without a prickle
Draped in damask décor
So I spent weeks trying to settle in and find my place
Nestling toes into shag carpet
But you were talking and I lost focus
Gazing into a plaid abyss
I woke up with a corduroy grill strung across my face
I’m starting to question my comfort here
We’re all friends now, but I’m beginning to feel the brand
Tickling hairs along the edges of the tag
I caught myself laughing at jokes I didn’t properly hear
Off on some rainy day reflection
I tried to make things clear
Watching dueling raindrops merge
Racing down along the glass
Sometimes it’s like I’m trying to swim and you’re all seaweed
You were talking and I lost focus
Gazing into a plaid abyss
I woke up with a corduroy grill strung across my face
I’m starting to question my comforts here
I found myself meandering pockets
Nails scraping lint sockets
To a feather
I found myself meandering pockets
Nails scraping lint sockets
Just to pretend I had a call
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3. |
Jaywalker
04:21
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When I look down on all the world
I see Olivia Reed
The nonsensical and diabolical pathways in between
Projecting overturned into a set-sun nether
Flecking lights along the lakeshore and Milwaukee Ave.
Sleeping titans wake shot up on telescopic stilts
Perched on ledges, tucked in corners that sly size
In brooding contemplation overture
I’m a jaywalker Chicagoan
Sophisticated and apologetic
I’m a gargoyle zigzagger
Tiptoe in a daydream state
I’m a jaywalker Chicagoan
Exit buildings enter the streets
When I look down on all the world
I see Howard and Leah
Two dozen… Brandon, Mathilde
Do they look back at me?
Around the corner weather funnels by the high-rise
Seeking shelter, some perspective guided inside
The belly of urban behemoth biology
In brooding contemplation overture
I’m a jaywalker Chicagoan
Fickle-footed, shy middle child
I’m a gargoyle zigzagger
Tiptoe in the Prairie State
I’m a jaywalker Chicagoan
Exit streets enter in big buildings
Impatience ejection, projecting overturned…
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4. |
Sunday Crunch
03:44
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Out of a deep sleep, into a T-shirt
I’ve been hiding from clocks, mangling keys into locks
Slip my hand into a cereal box
Swipe refresh and the stack has grown
On top a pound of pressure
Deplete a week so trivial
Now even sets of numbers are scrambled
Waiting for the Sunday crunch
Deserters say it’s too vast to attack
Waiting for the Sunday crunch
Once I’ve finally shaken away the day
I’ll return to you, sweet equation
But my circuits are crossed, my wires are tied
And the code’s not coming back
Stirring noise in the salt and peppery airwaves
Now even sets of numbers are scrambled
Waiting for the Sunday crunch
Deserters say it’s too vast to attack
Waiting for the Sunday crunch
I need to wrangle it together, get sorted
Ugh, I just can’t
I’m too blasé, grayed out and efforts are null
Trying to force a fit, grit through
I need to take another shot at the Sunday crunch
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5. |
Aragon [Hidden Track]
04:12
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Alex Amuhi Chicago, Illinois
Chicago-based artist.
Questions?
helloamuhi@gmail.com.
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