lunes, 25 de abril de 2011

fort recovery: rock y raíces

CENTRO-MATIC – FORT RECOVERY (2006)







covered up in mines

don't mind the new hilarity
just find the space in which you'll need
all your gases and your war paint
you always said the sanctity
of your transmissions to the sea
was destroyable & colorless
now i fall into the lines of some new detriment

the tradesmen covered up in mines,
they won't hesitate
you're crowning all the nominees
ignoring scrap technologies
from the roadway to the drunk tank
you found the plan
it was so wasteful
throughout your vast repellant feed
it was precarious & disgusting

calling thermatico

we're calling thermatico,
'cause he may have options within
the sequence to which we abide under the railway
he left colossal papers & medicines
to keep us alive
we were elated that thermatico
had never passed us by
unintimidated by the officers & prostitutes in line
early in the century he was the larcenist
the gasohol arsonist,
the consequent flier and later as a centerpiece,

he was discovered dealing with raven kissing the liars
so out in the courtyard we held a meeting
a summit of quality
but he told a lie and off went thermatico
into the sunset
he had lost options, he had lost ties


patience for the ride

so we're beginning at the end
with a message transmitted by the accident
send the damage was with us from the start
but you can't touch the forces
of our hurricane hearts
eleemosynary was your call
but you lied to the lonely hearts
on your desperate fall

and false was your figure from within
and gone are your golden ones
to their desolate pens
they stand battening the hatches, yeah

and we hope you brought your patience for the ride

you question our character and our kind
you say we're so unintelligent 'cause our pockets ain't lined
but we're collecting all your press of self-destruction
and your corporate mess


i see through you

sun's up, the stars are sleeping
and the morning's come
i'll see all that's creeping
til our work is done
and the more i learn about this world

ooh don't talk,
just listen to all the voices nature brung
pray the light will keep you til your final song
because the more i learn about this world
the less i find that i'm afraid to die

the day's gone
the nighttime's breathing
and our work is done
i'll note all that's golden
til our morning comes

the more i learn about this world
i learn through you


in such crooked time

when you move,
your eyes they twitch like mine
in such crooked time
so it goes, my friend and
when you call, your voice it shakes like mine
your hands they sweat like mine
it's all you could have done
and when the sun finally falls down
from your skies
don't you know that i will come find you just in time
on the shores of your decline
on the campsite of your fears
the four ends of this earth

you know i'll meet you there
and when the sweat & shakes depart,
ain't it justified through the course
of days and night
the error did us right


for new starts

you are correct, we are wrecked
and to give into effect,
this is the season for a response
see, it's your place and your part
slipping slowly off the mark
you are the reasons for the remarks

toes to the line,
now's your time for to publish & define
your new position, your new heart
we're carefully placed & disgraced
in this battle trash and waste
that's no condition for a new start

a connection i thought would not crack
now it's skin right off our back
that will surround us
when deputies arrive,
automatons, triple crowns,
and your gallery of sound

part-time attention ain't what
friendship's all about


the fugitives have won

you're running,
your mouth won't help
keep stride
cantankerous the missives that force recall
you'd hide & i could taste the salt
from your dishwasher eyes

imperial & weightless
much to all of our surprise
the fugitives have won
and i will occupy abandoned station tonight
i'll call upon some invitation of light
cause the fugitives have won

if i held you up to fire
i would see a reddish frame
of rust around your soul's transparency
and you, you with your beauty
and i with my spleen
i'll hitchhike to your bonfire
in my suit of gasoline


monument sails

it's a number four gain
on this viking terrain
surprise, a needed relief
for a thirty-year pain
came with all allegiance high
to the monument sails of the southern skies

never to deny the magnitude gained
on the final drive
and if there's time,
just rearrange everyone for a
change of scenery
add to that moment an electric victory
that you will surely see

this airborne attack on a suspect
DB was planned
a false sense of safety on enemy ground,
a band stand but they have been missing
the calls to the line,
their time has run to some point where
their motion is locked down
and the consequent range
of their crisis and change
at hand was the right combination
in wrecking it all for them


triggers and trash heaps

well the host number dropped,
and your vision's corrupt
and your thought for today
was vetoed by hedman
but your parameters and your reasons alike
had the strength of mache,
or some hollywood wedlock

and it's hard to believe
the mess you're creating
with your triggers & trash heaps
hidden and waiting for their prey
it's a much-needed start
for a parasite heart

but a quick isolation,
you know it tends to inspire
so we left with our wreck
in the hour of refresh
and identified blazes
on the blacktops of texas

nothin’ i ever seen

this is like nothin' i ever seen
'cause you been a friend to me
in love & war & in all the combinations of the two

time's got no sympathy for you and me
we lose to eternity,
that's when you said:
try to make the very best of what you got
'cause forever never brings us what we want


take the maps and run

you take the maps & run
i'll be the human stain
cause you didn't know
that i was under the august tides
i saw the light
and fell into the shack and dwelled
but you didn't know
that i was under the august tides


take a rake

take a rake to each of our minds
meet us north of hornersville side
bring your gloves, see us out
right by the vines, bring your match,
and bring your best lines

tell us tales through alcohol eyes
count the refills until the sun starts to rise
there's a point beyond the old trees where
the goatman terrified me
twenty years stuck in my dreams
undefined and the time
it cannot erase
all the crusted ruts of that face

get your maps and polish your knives
and we'll ride
into night we'll ride

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