Dawn falls, rays color the grayscale day The fledgling in my tank, doing her best to drive away fate “Feel a sting, take a swing, draining din, medicine, runner’s knee, atrophy, burgundy, byzantine” Hydrochloric happenings amalgamating You’re deciding what to do with this rainbow vomit that I spew The mess is putrid and it’s blue, it sits dizzying but true Use your broken wings to fly Take off into the night All those yonder stars would be ours If broken wings would fly, it was worth a try I refuse to use my eyes to face the concrete splat Why not keep them closed and sleep and rest my weary toes aahs... Well there’s colors but there’s cracks These houses we built in the 90s are brimming with stacks of trash And the 40s are calling they want all their prejudice back When their creditor shows and starts tapping his feet and rapping the brim of his hat Give what you owe flush out all of that crap I’ll give them my hatred my pompousness “take all these quarters” and ask How will I fill up this hollow body What am I left with, and is this Is this the great culmination of my past I turned out my palms to the ocean and stopped for some time To welcome profound change you need to open up your mind

Ice cream slowly melting on the city liquid whipped cream Giant crepes with cherries kiwi strawberries Seaweed and basil blow in the breeze Lox with avocado fancy cracker cheese Tuna jasmine rice with squash and scallions by the millions Mountains topped with chickens rivers flow with tea Almonds and pecans grow naturally Apples of the earth bloom cocoa coffee beans And I don’t need you any more I defeat you My cravings recede Almost instantly after i feed Black beans jalapenos coriander in my curry Menudo and tamales fields of mild brie Cauliflower clouds in the air Pancakes stacked for miles Fancy asian pears And I don’t need you any more I defeat you My cravings recede Almost instantly after i feed And I feel bloated and a visitor approaches My precious food baby My peaches listen It’s time to sleep

I thought I saw you by the ice cream truck You were hoping for mint chocolate chip I thought I saw you at the record store Asking the clerk who sang that hit I thought I saw you on the playground You were bouncing the ball I thought I saw you at the cafeteria You were the shortest one of all I thought I saw you in the game room You were complaining about losing I thought I saw you by the amplifiers Your ears were filling up with hum I thought I saw you on the airplane You were communicating with your network I thought I saw you in the everglades ...Just a gator I thought I saw you hurry to your midterm You flew through the crowd I thought I saw you at the barbers You were cutting someone’s hair I thought I saw you at the burrito bar You ordered chicken I thought I saw you at OVT You had an oversized razor scooter I thought I saw you at the res hall You soaked up my will power I thought I saw you at the track You were struggling breathing I thought I saw you in the clearing We said goodbye for the last time I thought I saw you a few years later Never saw you again I thought I saw you on the subway train You were looking down I thought I saw you while I was biking Whirring all around I thought I saw you at the gym You pegged me with the ping pong I thought I saw you in the lab You worked far too hard and long I thought I saw you in the hallway You wore tears of expectation I thought I saw you in the market Eyeing up the beef tongue I thought I saw you in my bedroom I was probably asleep I went back to the desert I rolled in the dust I went back to the drum set I broke the crash I went back to the ocean The waves crashed like a rockslide I went back to the garage I was the keyboardist I went back to programming I was the 40 hour man I went back to the game room I worked on my end game I went back to the studio It was right where I left it I went back to where I thought I saw you I went back to where I thought I saw you I went back to where I thought I saw you I went back to where I thought I saw you

I’m going to make it through these hard times Nothing can stop me now I’ve seen the bottom of much deeper pits You’ve got nothing Bring me to your proudest war house Show me your sharpest teeth Though I might grit at the sight I’m not going anywhere I can stand my ground I can stand my ground Look at this bravery I’ve found Star spangled banner Wrapped up in a towel Tempt me with all you got I don’t want any less than your best shot I’m just so used to Fridays by myself I don’t really mind it I can turn away I can turn away I think it’s time to celebrate I’m buying dinner Who wants to come? I think i’m shaking from too much soda I’ll never stand still again Let’s run and run on the beach late into the night Sugar feels good Sugar feels good Gives me all the energy I need I got you something You’re gunna like

Meet the open door with cold resolution The accordion can clear pollution up with its meditative billowing and undulating Hold the bellows tight, take them with you Practice through the night until the sound is true In the hours when nobody will hear it but you Help me through my darkest days Hold my sins and lust at bay Keep me calm through lonely times Give me hope and shine your light Watch the landscape change: people, places Let them wander off, don’t let commitment fade The one and only constant Guide me when my road looks feigned Give me pow’r when I am drained Supply resolve when I have doubt Quench my thirst amidst this drought Meet the open door with cold resolution The accordion will clear pollution up

Blankets of snow Alpine tree line Caught in the throes Of a pilgrimatic climb Ice beyond ice Gasping and wheezing with the Stratospheric breeze Oohs and whistles A consistent but steady drive a lifestyle change a medium paced flame Strip me of my displays take away my games and resurrect my gaze Recall from your lymph nodes the pigments in your skin the ancestral din Your humid breath your limbs our foundation is concentrated stubbornness A lightness of breath, fatigue, patience, a feeling of growth of increasing ease A final affirmative assessment a determination of varying degrees A jolted closeness to nature to realize life’s and death’s sublimity A thousand mile drop just one step right or left unmistakably Gravity pulls me down towards the sea I might as well be descending cooperatively, cooperatively Thick bricks of white are tumbling Deep, grandiose, earthen rumbling Ba da ba da bum bum, ba da ba da bum bum When you reach the tree line will anybody care When your face is purple and nobody is there When nobody is there, when nobody is there, when nobody is there

California is burning My only feelings are yearnings And countless honest people are looking to the clouds Ice is melting Artificial sweltering we’re all gunna liquidate anyways so you might as well explicate your complaints Expected seasonal searing Casual, low-key fearing All of the punches that you’re throwing are bouncing off bruises like rubber by this point One more future evaporated Another blame game we tabulated I might be making tasteless rhymes on the outside but genuinely im frying Contemplate all the fires and the shootings in America See yourself in the smoke and the remains We’re standing by a river, looking in a mirror

I got a bumble bee on my knee its ready to sting and I’m ready to sing I got a baboon heart for this chart I hope you brought out your best to play the part Otherwise i’m not sure how i’ll peacock you without a second songbird to accompany my tune This is an animal rap and im a whale and i’m surrounded by plankton and they all taste different And the ocean is spacious and the seagulls are flying above me looking for fishes that are swimming around me This is a jungle and now i’m a beetle crawling on a decaying log I’m small enough to see the bacteria and bugs and I’m concerned about overpopulation All we have is a world that’s filled with animals All we have is a world that’s filled with animals I wanna fly through the clean-aired sky to clear my mind it’s so wide i’ll have to take my time But there’s a flock of pigeons or migrating parrots or a swarm of bees or some high reaching trees We all share the sky and that’s beautiful so i close my eyes and make my own space and cry do my best to welcome everything and keep it all in my mind Do you guys like trees? I like both kinds, the ones with and without leaves As long as when I walk outside it looks green im usually happy I'm an oc/SD guy so when I look outside I usually see cacti and rolling hills of brush Anything more lush is probably part of the suburban rush Like the vines in my backyard I grow to make wigs of green hair for my friends children They stomp around like sick Vikings Occupying them so we can go mountain biking Just kidding i don't know This one's about plants? Give me too much space and I'll fill it up with rants The sad truth is my backyard is full of weeds I swear that one of them is even taller than me Unlike other parts of the album, this song is not about food Even though I keep thinking about vegetables

Redburn scraped my side cheek, it was high noon at the quay Stormy ships approached me from the high sea towards the bay And though the great white star dried out my eyes with awesome heat I gripped my plastic armchair and stayed planted in my seat Blisters bore new brothers on the tippy of my toes Crusted until crumbled was the pointedge of my nose “Is he but a statue!” cried my local kin “Yes” did I reply and still I overlooked the sin I knew The sailors all were fink rats and were dressed in minor’s clothes Their metal little fingers tap and type for ore and gold As quickly as they came still quicker will they go And leave me and my pool chair in this leather heat to close I’ll throw away their trash and I’ll give their children hugs I’ll brush up the broken pieces of their bright company mugs And as they use their profit to go traveling around I’ll do everything I can to stay planted to the ground And as their ships diminished out beyond the ocean line A single thought emitted from this clunky skull of mine We can all belong together or we can live our lives alone It all depends on where we choose to draw the boundaries of home The "wall of words" at the end is made up of my own poems which you can read here, among others: https://popo3737.tumblr.com/. It also contains the below assonance sequences: A hazy maze of a’s, stay away or you may gaze into a grave Pray for a playful craze of a’s, lay in the lazy hay and graze and stay for days or Raise your tray and slay the grey and faze the laze The brie cheese was seemingly free from fees a real steal Bring cheese this evening so we can feast like kings Dream of real wheat yeast seeds the theme is grease Our cheeks feel week we need new jeans we cease to eat we blink and sleep I lie by the high tide brine flying my kite the sky is white a bright sight The hype is right the time is ripe for pie nine shiny pies why is the kite So high in the wide sky I cried when my nine pies are by my side I flied my kite in the pine so I could pry my eyes from the sky and slice and bite my pie The troll chokes your soul the slow roast pokes and blows Foes evoke woe and the hose soaks most joel votes the host with boast for the provost role So the coast will grow, the crow croaks, gloats Below the moat the boat floats, the bowl holds coal A roll, a yolk, a stove The food mood is true shoot the goose choose the stew You fool! The soup gloop soon grew blue goo June gloom blooms new The moon jewel wooed a muse (hoops and loops) Groom to drool Use the queue, lose a few The loose womb balloon flew, Noon is soon so you are doomed You two bulls duel, fuel the feud Banned! Canned! Hand! Sand! Bland! Crayon! Fan! Stan! Man! Jam! Ham! Clam! Sam! Fam! Bam! Lamb! Jam! Band! Ran! Van! Tan! Tram! Can’t! Pant! Rant! Gram! Lamb! Wham! Pan! And! Pam! Cram! Am! Ant! Amp! Yam! Flan! Sham! Camp! Stamp! Tramp! Cramp! Ten gentlemen beg again trent spent the yen Help yelled kent the month’s end spells rent dread The redhead fled legs bent tread sped when Pelt! “hell!” she yelled “gentlemen? no, pretend” Feds meds mend again, hell hen Trill riffs, dimly lit, quickly win Fill the grid built with bricks by limbs Hit, hit, sit, dip and drip and lick Whipped then hiss then drill A fit shift will nibble the ribs Tick tick pick your sin Trick the prick fix it with sticks His slip in the pit The bug rug stunk up the slum and the plum gum was stuck in the mug but the bum still wanted the rum The mutt dug up a rusty bust and lugged it up what a rukus! clunk drum hum what a fuss Her rural fur curled, whirled The herd lurked, a burden She yearned to learn verse Dirk merely flirted, twerked and swerved Like a worm, vermin, squirming and fervent A germ purpose disturbed and worse Quirky words, her cure, in her purse Sermons and terms be curt with the sir A turkey, a turd, burned and hurt

Feel a little colorful today This illness induced artfulness intact unarranged Like a handful of improvised wordplay Or an opening day flop Or the asymmetric tuffs of carpet sprawled upon the ground Or obdurate transilience that hits you like a brick The impact makes you sick Tie dye on my shirt and on the acrylic toilet lid Too inspective! this bulky expression is not for viewing It’s what i’m using to pass all my hours away All this arabic chanting well it’s what i’ve been listening to these days It’s what I was raised on All these untrained and strained voices they take me to simpler days They transport me to an easier place Put your headphones on and turn off all the lights What are the images that you make? What is the world that you create?

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Slowly but surely i noticed their numbers Rigorously filing in Habitually scavenging for our supply room Hungry to steal our fish Disgusting dark bodies leaving mucus behind Almost like drawing a map with their blood The beautiful off-white of our drywall corners Contaminated, adulterated, polluted I observed the aforementioned with utmost disgust And plotted and thought to myself I’ll kill them all! I’ll kill them all! I’ll crush their dowdy low souls on the floor I’ll leave out their corpses for kindred to see I’ll foster their fear till they’re forced but to flee I’ll kill them all! I’ll kill them all The piles of crumbs, all that’s left of our bread, Will resemble the crushed brittle bones of their heads And if i’m so thorough as I think that I should be They won’t reproduce they’ll just be gone for good (echo.....) Numerous camps staged just a bit beyond our moat A race of migration, they want to take over our home They’re patiently waiting for us to flinch or us to blink But we will not budge we’re gonna meet them face to face I got what I earned I take some pride owning this place I put down half my savings I demand to live in a clean space! Clean... clean... But during our slumber they creep They tickle our tongues with their feet They kackle and roll on the floor Selflessly dealing out gore Their charcoaled black skin is diseased They blissfully decompose trees They break down the world like a chore And don’t know what their doing it for See I did my research and I took a stance I gathering our chemical-ready defense I’m vetoing cruel and unusual bans And I am taking matters into my own hands (5 beats) I killed them all! I killed them all! I puffed them up and I dried out their blood I basically nailed their bodies to wood I broke down their slight exoskeletons good I killed them all! I killed them all! I drowned the lot, the children included There was nobody left to mourn for the wounded I noticed a big one it must be the queen I took out a hammer and smashed her with ease Then we got dynamite and laid it out for miles The desert air was silent in anticipation Even the vultures were smart enough to keep their distance The barren land was cracked And I knew that peaceful days were ahead Ants are super tenacious, but even they Could not have survived such a cleansing

Roll down your windows Let the windy racket pull you underwater Welcome the flies in Gather the extended family for conversation Dotted lines and crazy neighbors Country miles of blues and greens One director who spins and twists As three or four have fallen asleep Blast the speakers loud Show off your music heros to the crowd And feel the bass and tap your feet There’s some windshield water Splattered on the window and its Splitting through your reflection Its been thirteen hours I’m a hundred miles from anybody who would be listening All those mountains That used to outline landscape portraits Well I’m around them Bush and brush and cactus fruits And country miles of greens and blues One director taking hikes and Climbing hills and starting strikes Blast the speakers loud Show off your music heroes to the sunset Welcome in the freezing cold Lay down your head on the rock Feel a sharp sensation Below your navel shut it all down