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Future Islands 

Painstaking, brutal
Human metaphor
Stretched black
White bold
Against the New York
Currency sky
Beauty in the balding
Growl voice,
Blood money burner
New, New, new
Emperor
Of the things I can be
Will be
…hope to become
5:45
July 28th
Two thousand, seventeen

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Show Alone

24, in a crowd staring down that new adrenaline
Era of punk releasing amp deaf riot on generation (fuck the letter)
Why has it been so hard to coax $12 out of friends to take part?
It’s turbulent in my psyche, I’m sure I’ll never get it
At least sure as fuck that I hope not
Things are passive for people, easily avoided in favor of a night of rest
Meanwhile future biographers contemplate suicide as they try to find something beyond sleep and solitude to enliven the success of man
It’s too young in this life to grow old, maturity is a poison noun that emboldens the risk averse with a sense of pride in their cowardice
I’ve come to learn that breathing fire will always burn the tongue
And it should
For how else will you remember the taste when you set your patch of earth ablaze
Ignited from your core, to light an effigy to every coming moment of your existence
So fuck it if you can’t come
In the end,
maybe you never had the spark to take part

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Sweet Jesus, Crucify Your Heathen Boy

Vibe children, great defeaters of the pestilence
Cruise movers, street sweeping the mundane
Lock into the sound mash, light blitz frenzy
I remember
The Bible talk of the chosen
Bullshit
Sanctify the willing
In the dying rain of unquenched, longing lips, the empty bucket of the deserving
Find me tossing rocks at the abyss
Listening…
For echoes, not answers

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Can we have our weekend 

Saturday, I think I spelled beret right
Anyway there’s a girl with a beret in front of me and Isaiah Rashad is the modern manifestation of rap ideals
I think she might get it, maybe
But she walks away and there’s more purple light on my mind, rising dark night
Bad beer hydration
Bouncing hands
Focus, blur evening orator
Whispers of politics, politics, politics
Bleeding into our venue doors
Don’t take the picture, revolutionaries draped in escapism
Saturday,
Saturday still dripping

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Come to the Rap Concert 

Hold a candle light vigil to who you were before the tranformation
I forgot when I go out of pocket blow the rocket burn elation
And did I tell you what I saw when I caught a glimpse of god
Nappy hair low lights raw people bone rock
It’s jazz it’s fast it’s formulating fleeting
It’s lost it’s found it’s searching finding its believing
Instruments in my rises and valleys
Find my way on the board while minutes form on chalk talleys
Let’s flame the money and go broke together
Denim jacket white tee can’t afford the the leather
But youre here…

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Finding It

And and and find me lost, time tossed, too tied to the metronome
Finding life love happiness and the definitions of where we make home
This love is a take home embrace
A one love life drug find me in this place
So tell me I’m beautiful because I want to reciprocate
I always saw it in you we didn’t need that time to hesitate
Let’s cherry bomb mind and heart with this feeling
Splatter paint collective soul all across the ceiling
So I’ll play drunk night seraphim
If you’ll be the tigress with the saber tooth grin
Quiet dream demeaner
Stark naked out in front sleep prophet believer

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