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Saturday, January 28, 2012
THAT'S NOT WHAT IT SAYS
Ana Ng and I are getting old, and we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence. Listen, Ana: hear my words. They're the ones you think I would say if there was a me for you.
make a hole with a gun perpendicular to the name of this town in a desktop globe exit wound in a foreign nation showing the home of the one this was written for
my apartment looks upside down from there water spirals the wrong way out the sink and her voice is a backwards record it's like a whirlpool, and it never ends
Ana Ng and I are getting old, and we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence. Listen, Ana - hear my words: they're the ones you think I would say if their was a me for you.
all alone at the 64 world's fair 80 dolls yelling "small girl after all" who was at the DuPont Pavilion? Why was the bench still warm - who had been there?
or the time when the phone tangled up the wires to the horn on the pole at the bus depot and in the back of the edge of hearing these are the words that the voice was repeating
Ana Ng and I are getting old, and we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence. Listen, Ana - hear my words: they're the ones you think I would say if their was a me for you.
When I was driving once, I saw this painted on a bridge: (spoken): "I don't want the world. I just want your half."
They don't need me here and I know you're there where the world goes by like the humid air and it sticks like a broken record everything sticks like a broken record everything sticks until it goes away and the truth is we don't know anything
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THIS IS WHAT IT SAYS
"Ana Ng"
make a hole with a gun
perpendicular
to the name of this town
in a desktop globe
exit wound in a foreign nation
showing the home of the one
this was written for
my apartment looks upside down
from there
water spirals the wrong way out
the sink
and her voice is a backwards record
it's like a whirlpool, and
it never ends
Ana Ng and I are getting old, and we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence.
Listen, Ana - hear my words: they're the ones you think I would say if their was a me for you.
all alone at the 64 world's fair
80 dolls yelling
"small girl after all"
who was at the DuPont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm -
who had been there?
or the time when the phone tangled up
the wires
to the horn on the pole
at the bus depot
and in the back of the edge of hearing
these are the words that the voice was repeating
Ana Ng and I are getting old, and we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence.
Listen, Ana - hear my words: they're the ones you think I would say if their was a me for you.
When I was driving once, I saw this painted on a bridge:
(spoken): "I don't want the world. I just want your half."
They don't need me here and I know you're there
where the world goes by like the humid air
and it sticks like a broken record
everything sticks like a broken record
everything sticks until it goes away
and the truth is we don't know anything
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEjutUbgpH8
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