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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: AZ— VOLUME 3

Hello All,

Welcome to the third volume of my AZ project! I consider this one to be a real treat, as it features more than a mouthful of some of my all time favorite artists!

Hopefully you got something out of the first and second mixtapes.

Again, I am creating this series of MixTapes by selecting songs to represent each artist’s work up on my CD shelf. Yes, that is from an actual physical CD–as for now I won’t attempt to tackle the 10,000-plus “items” stored up digitally on my computers.

Taking this on from A and continuing through the entirety of the alphabet until I touch down upon Z, this certainly provides direction and a forward momentum of its own. However, the challenge lies in selection and finding a flow to thread it all together.

Although every song found on these might not be what I normally would present on a mix, or even be something I’d typically recommend, I’m positive the results will at least be more interesting than a standard music block on your radio. I must admit that in the case of some of this music I might not have listened to it in about two decades, and I’m sure that there will be a few I’ve actually never listened to more than once if at all (I get a ton of CDs from fleamarkets and library discards). However, in my opinion, so far so good.

So here on volume three we’ve got Bal to Big.

Oh and in case you missed it from the first volume, a little explanation on all the inserted scribbles:

In addition to the mix, I plan on pairing each song with a line or two of quick poetic impression. Utilizing each track as a mandala—a target for focus—or perhaps as a prism to refract thought, I think of this aspect of the AZ project as a Solitaire variation on the Surrealists’ game of Exquisite Corpse.  Hopefully in the end I’ll have a few good poems to show or at least a good line or two, but even that concept of “good” doesn’t seem all that important for this project. A psychic investigation and a form of exercise to keep my imagination limber and help the creative juices to continue to flow: sure this may all be a bit self-indulgent, but hell, what isn’t in this world?

Anyway, once all that is completed my intention is to present them stitched and somewhat refined in structure at the bottom of the post.

Oh, I invite you all to create your own and if you like feel free to post them in the comments section below.

Anyways, Come on and click below to continue on what is sure to be a long, long, long and bumpy ride.

…as always,

–ENJOY YOURSELF–

AZ- volume 3

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AZ— VOLUME 3

  • Historias Tristes – La Balteuband (from La Balteuband)
  • Rag Mama Rag – The Band (from The Band)
  • Quedate Luna – Devendra Banhart (from Cripple Crow)
  • Can’t Wait Too Long – The Beach Boys (from Smiley Smile)
  • Pass The Mic/(edit)(Pt. 2, Skills To Pay The Bills) – Beastie Boys (from Check Your Head)
  • Abbey Road Medley – The Beatles (from Abbey Road)
  • Sally Go Round The Roses – Caroleen Beatty (w/ Mushroom) (from You’re Only As Pretty As You Feel)
  • Midnite Vultures – Beck (from Arabian Nights “…” B-Sides)
  • I Think I Might Have Built a Horse – The Beets (from Let The Poison Out)
  • In The Mausoleum – Beirut (from The Flying Club Cup)
  • We Are MTO – Steven Bernstein’s Millennial Territory Orchestra (from We Are MTO)
  • Dog Got A Bone – The Beta Band (from The Three E.P.’s)
  • Unbelievable/Suicidal Thoughts – The Notorious B.I.G. (from Ready To Die)
  • Danger Zone(edit)/ Street Struck – Big L (Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous)

A——————————————————  — —     — ————- ———Z

——————–  – –  —   —– — –    – –   ——-  — — —————  —    –

—”in whose name was opened the atrocity box? “—

Historias TristesLa Balteuband (from La Balteuband)

——– – ——- – – —– —               – – – –

but—Why bother with these pointing fingers when we’re both hot-and-bothered?

but-—Beholden to a moribund heritage, we suffer in the name of habit and being consistent.

Steady—

Rag Mama RagThe Band (from The Band)

—- – – –   —- – – —– –

but—Lord knows, this morning we could just collapse into an ocean

of tar and raw honey…and swim…and swallow.

Quedate Luna Devendra Banhart (from Cripple Crow)

——— – —  —- – – — —————–

How long until then? How long?

Can’t Wait Too LongThe Beach Boys (from Smiley Smile)

————–    —-   —- —- — — – – – –   –      –      –        –                   –

but–The arrow has already landed;

all that is left is to draw back the bow; etc., etc.

Pass The Mic/(Pt. 2, Skills To Pay The Bills)Beastie Boys (from Check Your Head)

————- — — — —  —- – – – – – – – –    — — — –     –   – – – — ——- –   — __ —__–_-__

Observation of Beautiful Forms:

Listen to the room breathe.

Through hexagon peepholes

observe

The chamber set at the bottom of the cylinder turns, slowly…slowly…

—I’d rather the raw mouth full to the brim with robust flowers

than theories of the orifice stuffed with cash—

It gasps, it spits—petals spill slow from parted lips to wash the mind away with this parting toss of a bouquet.

but—The flowers have already been caught; all that is left is to give them a throw; etc., etc.

Abbey Road MedleyThe Beatles (from Abbey Road)

– – – – – – – – ——————       ————-       —    —       —     —     –        –    – – – – – – – – –    — — – ————     – –        –      –

Sure thing, those flowers can burn you—

Sally Go Round The RosesCaroleen Beatty (w/ Mushroom) (from You’re Only As Pretty As You Feel)

– — – —   —- —–    — – – – – ————- —

There is

An area where the surface tension of the membrane reveals a porous access, through

which we might introduce ourselves.

Enter

Tongue first

the labyrinth of streams within the dawn of all things—

Midnite VulturesBeck (from Arabian Nights “…” B-Sides)

————————– ———————  ——————- –   – – – – –  – – ——————-

We ride each other’s hands like tender horses;

I Think I Might Have Built a HorseThe Beets (from Let The Poison Out)

——– ———– ———— ————– — – – – – – — – — ———— ———— ——— —- —

We press hot flowers to perfume the tips and clefts of soft palms;

In The MausoleumBeirut (from The Flying Club Cup)

– – — – —– —– — – —  — – – – – – – – – – – – – – —– – – – ——

We writhe in each other’s hands until a tender divorce.

We Are MTOSteven Bernstein’s Millennial Territory Orchestra (from We Are MTO)

———————– ——————- —- — – ————————————-

but–the cylinder turns once more, slowly…slowly…

Dog Got A BoneThe Beta Band (from The Three E.P.’s)

– – – – ——– —- ———- — –  ————-  – – – – ———————

and once again the masks of Thalia and Melpomene meet and gently press.

Unbelievable/Suicidal ThoughtsThe Notorious B.I.G. (from Ready To Die)

—- ——– — — – –   — –  –  –  –  ————- — – – – – – – – —————–

It’s always going to be down to a choice: hot flowers or some shrug in a morgue?

Danger Zone(edit)/Street StruckBig L (Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous)

—    –      —     –

—— – – – – ————– – – – – – – – –  —   – –  – – ——————————-

BIG (Big Church or Narrow House?)

— “in whose name was opened the atrocity box? “—

but–Why bother with these pointing fingers when we’re both hot-and-bothered?

but–Beholden to a moribund heritage, we suffer in the name of habit and being consistent;

Steady—

but–Lord knows, this morning we could just collapse into an ocean

of tar and raw honey…and swim…and swallow.

How long until then? How long?

but–The arrow has already landed;

all that is left is to draw back the bow; etc., etc.

Observation of Beautiful Forms:

Listen to the room breathe.

Through hexagon peepholes

observe

The chamber set at the bottom of the cylinder turns, slowly…slowly…

—I’d rather the raw mouth full to the brim with robust flowers

than theories of the orifice stuffed with cash—

It gasps, it spits—petals spill slow from parted lips to wash the mind away with this parting toss of a bouquet.

but—The flowers have already been caught; all that is left is to give them a throw; etc., etc.

Sure thing, those flowers can burn you—

There is

An area where the surface tension of the membrane reveals a porous access, through which we might introduce ourselves.

Enter

Tongue first

the labyrinth of streams within the dawn of all things–

We ride each other’s hands like tender horses;

We press hot flowers to perfume the tips and clefts of soft palms;

We writhe in each other’s hands until a tender divorce.

but–the cylinder turns once more, slowly…slowly…

and once again the masks of Thalia and Melpomene meet and gently press.

It’s always going to be down to a choice: hot flowers or some shrug in a morgue?

 .—————————————————-

—     —————————–

——–Bobby Calero———————————————–

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: AZ— VOLUME 2

Hello All,

Welcome to the second volume of my AZ project! Hopefully you got something from the first.

Again, I am creating this series of MixTapes by selecting songs to represent each artist’s work up on my CD shelf. Yes, that is from an actual physical CD–as for now I won’t attempt to tackle the 10,000-plus “items” stored up digitally on my computers.

Taking this on from A and continuing through the entirety of the alphabet until I touch down upon Z, this certainly provides direction and a forward momentum of its own. However, the challenge lies in selection and finding a flow to thread it all together.

Although every song found on these might not be what I normally would present on a mix, or even be something I’d typically recommend, I’m positive the results will at least be more interesting than a standard music block on your radio. I must admit that in the case of some of this music I might not have listened to it in about two decades, and I’m sure that there will be a few I’ve actually never listened to more than once if at all. However, in my opinion, so far so good.

So here on volume two we’ve got Ar to Bal.

Oh and in case you missed it from the first volume, a little explanation on all the inserted scribbles:

In addition to the mix, I plan on pairing each song with a line or two of quick poetic impression. Utilizing each track as a mandala—a target for focus—or perhaps as a prism to refract thought, I think of this aspect of the AZ project as a Solitaire variation on the Surrealists’ game of Exquisite Corpse.  Hopefully in the end I’ll have a few good poems to show or at least a good line or two, but even that concept of “good” doesn’t seem all that important for this project. A psychic investigation and a form of exercise to keep my imagination limber and help the creative juices to continue to flow: sure this may all be a bit self-indulgent, but hell, what isn’t in this world?

Anyway, once all that is completed my intention is to present them stitched and somewhat refined in structure at the bottom of the post.

Oh, I invite you all to create your own and if you like feel free to post them in the comments section below.

Anyways, Come on and click below to continue on what is sure to be a long, long, long and bumpy ride.

…as always,

–ENJOY YOURSELF–

Oh, and as somewhat of an aside, I must say that I’ve never heard a rhyme more perfect and playful than Ira Gershwin’s:

 

Yes, Jonah, he lived in a whale,
Oh Jonah, he lived in a whale,
he made his home in
that fish ab-domen.
Oh Jonah, he lived in a whale.

 

 

AZ- volume 2

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AZ— VOLUME 2

  • It Ain’t Necessarily So – Louis Armstrong (ft. Ella Fitzgerald) (from What A Wonderful World)
  • Broken Mouth Blues – Nic Armstrong & The Thieves (from The Greatest White Liar)
  • They Don’t Make Love Like They Used To – Eddy Arnold (from Last Of The Love Song Singers: Then And Now)
  • Children Play With Earth – Arrested Development (from 3 Years, 5 Months & 2 Days In The Life Of…)
  • On A Beach – Richard Ashcroft (from Alone With Everybody)
  • Extra Kings – The Avalanches (from Since I Left You)
  • Chest’ è l’africa – Enzo Avitabile & Bottari (feat. Hugh Masekala) (from Salvamm’o munno)
  • Even Stranger – Baby Elephant (Bernie Worrell, Prince Paul, Newkirk) (from Turn My Teeth Up!)
  • Listen To Me – Baby Huey and the Babysitters (from The Baby Huey Story)
  • The Medicine – Baby Lemonade (from 68% Pure Imagination)
  • La Belle Et La Bête – Babyshambles (from Down In Albion)
  • Slow Down – Backbeat Band (Greg Dulli, Thurston Moore, Don Fleming, Mike Mills, Dave Grohl) (from Backbeat Original Soundtrack)
  • Stone On The Water – Badly Drawn Boy (from The Hour Of The Bewilderbeast)
  • Long Gone – Syd Barrett (from The Madcap Laughs)
  • Individual – Bad Religion (from Stranger Than Fiction)
  • Danger/Think Twice/World Keeps Turning (Outro) – Erykah Badu (feat. China Black & Roy Hargrove) (from Worldwide Underground)
  • Tears Of Rage – Joan Baez (from Any Day Now)
  • I’d Like To – Corinne Bailey Rae (from Corinne Bailey Rae)
  • Who Loves – Matteah Baim (feat. Devendra Banhart) (from Death Of The Sun)
  • Meboli – Balkan Beat Box (feat. Vlada Tomova) (from Balkan Beat Box)

A——————————————————  — —     — ————- ———Z

——————–  – –  —   —– — –    – –   ——-  — — —————  —    –

They’ll tell you that there are only a few avenues, four perhaps, through which to take it and go:

swallow, spit, smile, or chew.

But it’s not true, and much more likely some confluence of those along with some other unknown element.

It Ain’t Necessarily SoLouis Armstrong (ft. Ella Fitzgerald) (from What A Wonderful World)

——————  —-  — –  ———————– – —– — —–    –

We take it on the arches only to return with feints, jabs, and other charms of learned behavior.

He’ll tell her that there are only five cognitive functions:

perception; memory; attention; language; and intelligence.

but I just don’t know about these ideological assumptions.

—“Is it getting better?”-“Are we getting worse?”-“What works?”—

And over the remote, row-upon-row of massive servers roaring away, adverts ask:

“Who will you be a year from now?”

Broken Mouth BluesNic Armstrong & The Thieves (from The Greatest White Liar)

———————–  — — – —————      –        —— – – ————–

Respire in the subtle all.

They’ll point out to a portion of the fluid and shout:

“Look! New moving parts!”

But some of us focus on

the alchemy in stomata and lungs;

trading in diamonds and coal.

“What works?”

With this ring

I thee wed;

with these songs

We will make it work.

They Don’t Make Love Like They Used ToEddy Arnold (from Last Of The Love Song Singers: Then And Now)

—————– —– ——–        — — – – – – — – —————      ——— –

So we dig out and dig in:

O Great Creator

Let us now water our gardens in the morning

Let us now join in play in the dirt for another afternoon

And in the evening, let us supper together

before we join in on that other dig…dig?

Children Play With EarthArrested Development (from 3 Years, 5 Months & 2 Days In The Life Of…)

—       –           –                    –              –      ——————————— — – –     –

Suicide at a cellular level.

and as we arrive to a point where we think there’s nothing left but all this & perhaps a bit of all that,

We point,

We tell ourselves stories.

We know there’s something more.

On A BeachRichard Ashcroft (from Alone With Everybody)

————– — — ———–  —-  — — ———————–  —- – –

The familiar game of catch-and-kiss-and-jealous-and-kiss-and-release—

Someone will get you.

Extra KingsThe Avalanches (from Since I Left You)

——— –           –            –          – —————- – – – – – – – – – –  –

Enjoy your meal

The four courses have been prepared

Enjoy your meal

Chest’ è l’africaEnzo Avitabile & Bottari (feat. Hugh Masekala) (from Salvamm’o munno)

————– — — — – – – – —- – ———

We dance with callous…

…before we unveil the soft orbit of our hearts

Even StrangerBaby Elephant (Bernie Worrell, Prince Paul, Newkirk) (from Turn My Teeth Up!)

–        –    –     ——— — – – ——————– – – —-     –

If there be anyone who still feels

they still have something left to say

still

listen and speak

why not when

after all

We’ve been falling all this time

Listen To MeBaby Huey and the Babysitters (from The Baby Huey Story)

————— – —————–  ——      —————- – —-

Particularly those that please,

All volatile chemicals are symbols,

through which we come to understand,

given enough time.

Let us now have time enough

for all this & perhaps a bit of all that.

The Medicine Baby Lemonade (from 68% Pure Imagination)

——— —– — – —    –     – – – — —    –   – — – –   –    –      –      –            –

Beauty & The Beast & Bread & Circus

That familiar game…the clip-clop of horse-hooves & heartbeats

La Belle Et La BêteBabyshambles (from Down In Albion)

———– ————– ————– ———— ——– ———– –

“Slow Down”

:in all things, no better words of advice were ever passed from lips:

“slow down”

Slow DownBackbeat Band (Greg Dulli, Thurston Moore, Don Fleming, Mike Mills, Dave Grohl) (from Backbeat Original Soundtrack)

—— —- – –  – — — —    — – – – – – – –  – ———-   –     –      –          –

We go

headlong into the dissolve we go

We go

but it need not be frightening for no one

Sad

Sure

we remember sometimes

We go

Stone On The WaterBadly Drawn Boy (from The Hour Of The Bewilderbeast)

———— ———- —- – – —- — — — —- — — ——————–

Return,

to what?

Drop the feint and jab of your mad bird act

long enough for our orbits

to go

where they will

Long GoneSyd Barrett (from The Madcap Laughs)

—————————————–    —     ———————- – – – – – – –

Let us now fall through the cracks together

Who cares for forgot

or remembered?

Let us now fall through the cracks together

IndividualBad Religion (from Stranger Than Fiction)

— — — — — — — —– —– —– —– —– —– —– —– —– —– – – – —— —————

—(you’ve got me feeling-some-type-of-way/I’ve got you feeling-some-type-of-way)—

Danger/Think Twice/World Keeps Turning (Outro)Erykah Badu (feat. China Black & Roy Hargrove) (from Worldwide Underground)

——— —————- —————— —————— —— ———————

Betrayal?

Sure

Forgiven

Hurt?

Still Here

We Go On

—I Love You—

Tears Of RageJoan Baez (from Any Day Now)

—— – —— – –     – — — –     — – – ——————– – –  —- —- – — – – ———

tender orbit

touch

tender orbit

I’d Like ToCorinne Bailey Rae (from Corinne Bailey Rae)

— — –            ——– —              – —               –                     —

Return,

to who?

Who loves you, baby?

Who LovesMatteah Baim (feat. Devendra Banhart) (from Death Of The Sun) [photo by Lauren Dukoff]

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — ——————

—I Love You—

MeboliBalkan Beat Box (feat. Vlada Tomova) (from Balkan Beat Box)

————————–  — —    –  ——- – –       –     –     –   —————– – – –

BAL (Ballast Tank Prayers For Those In Love, and Other Dialogues With God)

 

They’ll tell you that there are only a few avenues, four perhaps, through which to take it and go:

swallow, spit, smile, or chew.

But it’s not true, and much more likely some confluence of those along with some other unknown element.

We take it on the arches only to return with feints, jabs, and other charms of learned behavior.

He’ll tell her that there are only five cognitive functions:

perception; memory; attention; language; and intelligence.

But I just don’t know about these ideological assumptions.

 

—“Is it getting better?”-“Are we getting worse?”-“What works?”—

 

And over the remote, row-upon-row of massive servers roaring away, adverts ask:

“Who will you be a year from now?”

 

Respire in the subtle all.

They’ll point out to a portion of the fluid and shout:

“Look! New moving parts!”

but some of us focus on

The alchemy in stomata and lungs;

trading in diamonds and coal.

“What works?”

With this ring

I thee wed;

With these songs

We will make it work.

 

So we dig out and dig in:

O Great Creator

Let us now water our gardens in the morning

Let us now join in play in the dirt for another afternoon

And in the evening, let us supper together

before we join in on that other dig…dig?

 

Suicide at a cellular level.

and as we arrive to a point where we think there’s nothing left but all this and

perhaps a bit of all that,

We point,

We tell ourselves stories.

We know there’s something more.

 

The familiar game of catch-and-kiss-and-jealous-and-kiss-and-release—

Someone will get you.

 

Enjoy your meal

            The four courses have been prepared

            Enjoy your meal

 

We dance with callous…

…before we unveil the soft orbit of our hearts

 

If there be anyone who still feels

They still have something left to say

still

listen and speak

why not when

after all

We’ve been falling all this time

 

Particularly those that please,

All volatile chemicals are symbols,

through which we come to understand,

given enough time.

Let us now have time enough

for all this & perhaps a bit of all that.

Beauty & The Beast & Bread & Circus

That Familiar game…the clip-clop of horse-hooves & heartbeats

 

“Slow Down”

 

:in all things, no better words of advice were ever passed from lips:

 

“slow down”

We go

headlong into the dissolve we go

We go

Sad

Sure

but it need not be frightening for no one

we remember sometimes

We go

Return,

to what?

Drop the feint and jab of your mad bird act

long enough for our orbits

to go

where they will

 

Let us now fall through the cracks together

Who cares for forgot

or remembered?

Let us now fall through the cracks together

 

—(you’ve got me feeling-some-type-of-way/I’ve got you feeling-some-type-of-way)—

 

Betrayal?

Sure

Forgiven

Hurt?

Still Here

We Go On

 

—I Love You—

 

tender orbit

touch

tender orbit

Return,

to who?

Who Loves you, baby?

 

—I Love You—

 .—————————————————-

—     —————————–

——–Bobby Calero———————————————–

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: AZ— VOLUME 1

Hello all,

Welcome to the first post of what is set to be quite a long form MixTape. With a whole other slew of priorities and projects currently occupying both my plate and back-burner, here is my solution to keep this blog going steady and fun for the moment. This is something I see as a perfect medley of autopilot and challenge. I am creating this AZ series of mixtapes by selecting one song to represent each artist’s work up on my CD shelf. Yes, that is from an actual physical CD–as for now I won’t attempt to tackle the 10,000-plus “items” stored up digitally on my computers.

Taking this on from A and continuing through the entirety of the alphabet until I touch down upon Z, this certainly provides direction and a forward momentum of its own. However, the challenge lies in selection and finding a flow to thread it all together. In a pursuit for clarity I am going to skip all the various compilations, soundtracks, tribute albums, genre box-sets, and the like that I own on CD. Perhaps I’ll create one for just those someday.

In addition, I plan on pairing each song with a line or two of quick poetic impression. Utilizing each track as a mandala—a target for focus—or perhaps as a prism to refract thought, I think of this aspect of the AZ project as a Solitaire variation on the Surrealists’ game of Exquisite Corpse. Once all that is completed my intention is to present them stitched and somewhat refined in structure at the bottom of the post. Hopefully in the end I’ll have a few good poems to show, but even that concept of “good” doesn’t seem all that important for this project. A psychic investigation and a form of exercise to keep my imagination limber and help the creative juices to continue to flow: sure this may all be a bit self-indulgent, but hell, what isn’t in this world?

Now I know that these scribbles may only serve to distance the listener from the core of these artists’ work, as opposed to hinting at a new lens to view them; so I invite you all to create your own and if you like feel free to post them in the comments section below.

Although every song found on these might not be what I normally would present on a mix, or even be something I’d typically recommend, I’m positive the results will at least be more interesting than a standard music block on your radio. I must admit that in the case of some of this music I might not have listened to it in over two decades, and I’m sure that there will be a few I’ve actually never listened to more than once if at all. However, I must say, I’m pretty pleased with how this first one came out.

So click below to commence what is sure to be a long, long, long and bumpy ride.

…and as always,

–ENJOY YOURSELF–

AZ-- Volume 1

————-(CLICK TO LISTEN & DOWNLOAD)———————-

AZ VOLUME 1

S.O.S. – ABBA (from The Millennium Collection)

Between The Bridge And The Chapel – The Actual (from In Stitches)

Nobody Girl – Ryan Adams (from Gold)

What It Takes – Aerosmith (from Pump)

When We Two Parted – The Afghan Whigs (from Gentlemen)

Five Star Life – Damon Albarn (from Democrazy)

Over Now – Alice In Chains (from Alice In Chains [Tripod])

Tricky Dick – Ben Allison (from Cowboy Justice)

Little Martha – The Allman Brothers Band (from Eat A Peach)

Color Humano – Almendra (from Almendra 1)

Do Fa Self – Apache (from Apache Ain’t Shit)

Slowly/Slowly (dub) – Aphrodesia (from Shackrobeat Vol. 1)

On The Bound – Fiona Apple (from When The Pawn…)

Talk To Her – India.Arie (from Voyage To India)

A——————————————————  — —     — ————- ———Z

O how the desperate learn to dance upon the decks by any means.

S.O.S. ABBA (from The Millennium Collection)

—————————————— — – –              —         —–   ——————–

The four-cornered barb is cast out with the twine unwound into the grit of young love.

Between The Bridge And The ChapelThe Actual (from In Stitches)

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some-come—some-go—some-come again—

some are forced to live forever

sealed-over under

the masks of Thalia and Melpomene.

Nobody GirlRyan Adams (from Gold)

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Back then you could kick and feel

often

enough

but now all that’s been hammered so thin…like fine iron.

What It TakesAerosmith (from Pump)

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So we slip on in our robust costumes and roll forward; stumble from stoop to doorstep to pillow, but we don’t stop.

—Stop!

—Sleep!

When We Two PartedThe Afghan Whigs (from Gentlemen)

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Here we are in America, where the brittle are given some fluids to shine,

—nail polish and dentures—

and if they’re lucky, for a rare majority, their very own television show.

Five Star LifeDamon Albarn (from Democrazy)

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The seep and chime from pipes of lead, the stabbed then dead, the sop of thin blood,

—Stop!

—Sleep!

Over NowAlice In Chains (from Alice In Chains [Tripod])

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Hormones may roil about us,

but I’ll make you love me one day on this boat from which we paddle.

Tricky Dick Ben Allison (from Cowboy Justice)

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We get clean, we get well, some-come-heaven—some-go-hell—

Little Martha The Allman Brothers Band (from Eat A Peach)

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The far river shore is boiled down to serve as a window of stained glass, through which we may peer out at the near river shore.

Color HumanoAlmendra (from Almendra 1)

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It’s all a juggle

of tinfoil balls that bounce, and hubris, and hurt…

Do Fa Self Apache (from Apache Ain’t Shit)

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—slowly, slowly, slowly we bloom— slow we come towards the honest blossoms of orgasm.

Slowly/Slowly (dub)Aphrodesia (from Shackrobeat Vol. 1)

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We hunger for patterns on which we may spit the weight and fret of all our coils.

On The BoundFiona Apple (from When The Pawn…)

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…and spill and coil and spill and coil and spill and coil…and spill…and coil…and speak

Truth

with soil on our tongues…

…say so slowly…

Talk To HerIndia.Arie (from Voyage To India)

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AR (Are We Still Swimming?)

O how the desperate learn to dance upon the decks by any means:

The four-cornered barb is cast out with the twine unwound into the grit of young love.

some-come—some-go—some-come again—

some are forced to live forever

sealed-over under

the masks of Thalia and Melpomene.

Back then you could kick and feel

often

enough

but now all that’s been hammered so thin…like fine iron.

So we slip on in our robust costumes and roll forward; stumble from stoop to doorstep to

pillow, but we don’t stop.

—Stop!

—Sleep!

Here we are in America, where the brittle are given some fluids to shine,

—nail polish and dentures—

and if they’re lucky, for a rare majority, their very own television show.

The seep and chime from pipes of lead, the stabbed, then dead, the sop of thin blood,

—Stop!

—Sleep!

Hormones may roil about us,

but I’ll make you love me one day on this boat from which we paddle.

We get clean, we get well, some-come-heaven—some-go-hell—

The far river shore is boiled down to serve as a window of stained glass,

through which we

may peer out at the near river shore.

It’s all a juggle

of tinfoil balls that bounce, and hubris, and hurt…

—slowly, slowly, slowly we bloom— slow we come towards the honest blossoms

of orgasm.

We hunger for patterns on which we may spit the weight and fret of all our coils…

…and spill and coil and spill and coil and spill and coil…and spill…and coil…and speak

Truth

with soil on our tongues…

                                   …say so slowly…

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———All the best to you and yours,

——————————Bobby Calero——————— — —