1. |
EDEN
03:08
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from nothing & of nothing,
conscious in nothingness
where nothing exists-
something formless & shapeless.
without a face. without a name.
I believed in everything
then gave birth to myself
I've been made of dust- my eyes are open.
Androgynous just as god intended.
from nothing & of nothing,
conscious in nothingness
where nothing exists-
something formless & shapeless.
I have no face. I have no name.
But I conceived of everything
then gave birth to myself.
But from where did you arrive? My body's broken.
Torn out of my side in E-D-E-N.
You were so ashamed of being human.
I just could not wait to leave the garden
and pull you into me just as we began.
Truth will set us free of E-D-E-N.
I was just a child, now I'm children:
both who sympathize more with the serpent.
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2. |
Golden Gate
03:08
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are you nostalgic for that time & place
or are you just depressed?
you've got nothing to confess.
the sky just opened up and you went flying to
that man and his tired skin and silver liar's tongue
in that san francisco sun;
god swallowed up by clouds above the golden gate.
red & gold & gray, he said “this fog hangs endlessly
above this masterpiece
so the people here can hide their sins from god.”
"so we can all hide our sins from god"
Your eyes were wide as dinner plates.
bright & freshly cleaned, unspoiled & naive.
To taste the world I know you'd agree to anything.
in paris you walked the river seine & la palais garnier
sat with the ghost of hemingway à les deux magots aux saint germain-des-prés
and you thought the only price to pay was removing all your clothes
for his photographs, exposed.
never knowing what you owed by accepting anything.
(did you know what you owed by accepting anything?)
(did you know what you'd owe for all that?) NO!!
how could you say no to him when you're already in this deep?
with the golden gate looming, the ocean at your feet
the water's rising.
I say burn that bridge and kiss the salty river at her mouth
until your lips give out
and your innocence is floating on the bay.
(leave your innocence to float along the bay)
(your innocence is floating on the bay)
"fly to me & live forever.
you'll see the world.
you can trust in me."
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3. |
Song of Healing
04:59
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did I pour you from a bottle? Misquote you from the Bible?
would the god I know consider both the same?
the bitterness has faded a little, but it's taken too long.
in that solitary basement, I prayed for you to save him
then got high enough to forget my name.
I never found a savior when all the wrapping papers were gone.
my phone is tapped. Some wires got crossed.
hazard lights that won't turn off.
a television flickers and whispers the weather.
it's cold. so cold.
but your warm embrace
in the form of a sedative: relinquish the day.
alarm clock is screaming--goddamn you’re hungover.
there's no shame in grieving
the slow decay of our plans.
is this evidence of madness? I’m diving into rabbit holes
where alice just chose to get out.
recite my sad poetry through lipstick with a bittersweet voice.
I let the mirror sing it back to me. His face is only apathy-
behind the glass he bleeds with each word.
I heard you sing from the garden:
"iloveyourface---lightinyoureyes----
nightintoday----nolampshade----nolampshade"
your warm embrace:
this doorway, this precipice, this means to escape
to a reverie of lavender and blood-red ambrosia.
there's no way I'm leaving.
I just need a change of scenery.
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4. |
The Endless
03:22
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we've been at sea for seven weeks;
for seven weeks we've sailed.
our world confined to balustrades--
in this place, time stands still.
"put the jewels in the bag,
we'll take all you can carry.
should have known when you saw the flag
your homes would soon be emptied."
I walked the earth for centuries;
a plague would see me through.
we introduced the love of Christ
then we killed everyone who refused.
descend into the ocean
I am witness to the deep:
the secrets of antiquity
all flow into the cup as he bleeds.
in the sea for a thousand years;
millennia, i've slept
with bones and blood, the gold of kings
bourgeoisie and proletariat.
miles beneath the surface from
an ancient, dreamless sleep,
the tender touch of a sinking ship
has reawakened me.
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5. |
For Evergreen
03:58
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I see them burn in yellow, red and gold.
it's getting colder- pull me closer to you.
that tragic dance of dying leaves inspired so many songs.
I will sing one.
the artist & her canvas both hang- forgotten.
how brilliant, how transient- she
will be revered
in the next century.
for now, I hold her in my ancient arms
and dress her in shades of green.
push my roots into her skin.
finally, she's free
to decorate an evergreen in the middle of her living room floor
and watch it die for a month.
recreate the scenery of 1920's christmas cards
and never ask why.
see them burn in yellow, red and gold.
it's getting colder- pull me closer to you.
the tragic dance of dying leaves will be performed by us all.
but that'll come later,
because today we're still green.
// (there is a brief moment of struggle before connection is made) //
// (you'll have to keep your eyes closed, so as not to be blinded) //
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6. |
Bel Esprit
03:30
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the old world is changing, so we must re-invent.
I've painted your eyes on porcelain.
A warm orange glow from show windows;
expensive clothes on mannequins.
fabric is left to waste
(on silhouettes)
a marionette
could never choose to live
like you would have done as a girl.
(and with the musette)
she pirouettes,
then I see you instead.
she will have your name.
the scripture is vague but he must find it profane.
(I’ve rebuilt you)
to remake your body from wood
(and dressed you in linen and lace)
you bel esprit, you prodigy;
you masterpiece to be made--
your strings are ladders to Heaven.
and the blackbird did sing
"climb up to me- all that I dream you became"
while my dreams have faded back to gray.
(I could have wept)
a marionette will never move her lips.
her movements projected by the hand
(over her head)
so she pirouettes,
then I see you instead.
she will have your face.
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7. |
Parasol (deep sky)
05:06
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I'm deep into a song now- I think it'll turn out well.
I'll sing it to you if you ask me how it felt
to see my true love (with eyes of shattered glass)
pull silk ribbons tightly down her back...
as we fall into a glass of wine
I recall the dream I had last night:
a breathtaking view
(of) kaleidoscope skies
that collide with the sea;
horizon abloom with hyacinth blue and pink
and you with your parasol:
like a halo behind your head.
into white lace,
the sun begins to set.
If we fall from this height we will die.
But that fear falls easy from my mind
and turns into the joy I knew
when I was a child.
the sun will surely rise in the morning- wait and see.
I'll write something new, so vivid that the world can see
the moon as your parasol
(like a halo behind your head).
and through white lace,
the sun is sending us to bed
and we fall asleep to the sunrise.
curtain call, or daylight's compromise.
an abstraction of you was the best I could do
at least this time
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8. |
The Alchemist
03:39
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I can see it in your eyes: you've given up on me.
this life has been cruel to us both.
do you hold the world in such low regard
to disregard me?
break both my legs or I'm leaving you
and you won't have to make up your mind.
the alchemist is giving in to you this time.
the moon doesn't shine: it just hangs on a string
for the sun's vanity, I suppose.
when it's full and red, we will line your bed
with lavender.
you wake in the bed that I left you in.
nothing changed, but the date on the wall.
the alchemist is living inside you now.
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Canary Complex Raleigh, North Carolina
Canary Complex is the visual kei solo project of Flood District guitarist Canary Kasey: baroque sounds inspired by
impressionistic, soft oil colors and ever-changing moods.
The sophomore album "The Tragic Dance of Dying Leaves" was released on March 31st, 2023.
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