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Tripwires
03:21
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Turn on the tide
Turn on the wind
Turn on the mountaintops
Total precision of the waves
Ever control the atmosphere
Ever control the sphere
The here, the now, the all of it
How to explain
I’ve never been so measurably alive
The orbital plane
Appreciably contained and organized
I see the tripwires
In empty cockle shells
But I want for nothing
In the house you’ve built up
Oh how dependent I’ve become on artificial light
You feed it to me in the morning
I am a tree returned to soil
I am the spider plants
The overreaching verdancy
Under your spell
I press my body up against the glass and breathe
In the thinning of air
The fog betrays the cracks in your design
Float over tripwires
In hollowed bivalvia
But I want for nothing
In the house you’ve built up
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Got a Good Job
02:43
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Yesterday a satellite fell out of the sky
Houses on the cul de sac completely vaporized
My books and my drawings
The paper blackened and brittle
My treasures evaporate
With me in the middle
All this talk of a feather
All this talk about anything
You got a good job, keep it
You got a good job, keep it up
Drive a car onto the tracks and split the flow of time
The thread in which you make it
And the thread in which you die
And out of the fire my apparition walks free
Spirit beats fiberglass
The universe speaks:
All this talk of a feather
All this talk about anything
You got a good job, keep it
You got a good job, keep it up
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The Microscope
03:48
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Terra life begins and ends in ground
Fruit and gardens
And the genius of man alone
Who triumphed over nature
And I, a boy who played in soil
I dug for worms at your suggestion
But came up empty-handed every time
Fungal houses and inhabitants
Cataloged, accounted,
Genius, man, alone
Who draws no wing nor beak in his lab book
I once snuck a peak at it
Render, observation, back to the microscope
His stains will settle the
Science and the signs ungiven
Polystyrene, immaterial
Pray for bugs in my economy motel
Whispers of creatures as of now never seen
So what’s the point of it all?
I’d trade my voice, my reasoning
For the bones, the clues, the evidence
All of life in our terrarium
Nothing breathes beyond the geodesic dome
You say you found a breach in it
Jamie, I have missed your leadership
Write me into your ghost story
I never lost my faith in animals
These pages domino
You got your reasons
Manuscript overflow
Work through the seasons
The more that you push
The more that I retreat
The more that you check your notes
The faster I vanish
Breath, or was it only wind?
Death, when did it ever win?
The more that you push
The more that I retreat
The more that you check your notes
The faster I vanish into the dirt
My soul becomes the nitrogen
The honeypot, the melody, the bank account
I wait here suspended
Inert in the ball-fisted
Shake of a snow globe
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Giant Egg
05:10
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I worry that I left something behind
After I lace my boots and shut the door to follow him
Or the spectral form he’s chosen
The shadow of Jamie as he was
He has become my guide
And we move blindly in the fog
Where he leads me to the evidence at last
The smell of the rain
An ovular form aglow in the dark
Am I still dreaming?
What secrets do you contain?
I will take your song to my people
Trumpet the news of your arrival
And if science doesn’t believe me
I will show them where the asteroid hit
Oh, what will the tabloids say?
Is it parade or parody?
Is it parade or parody?
Oh, what will the tabloids say
When they discover the giant egg?
Is it parade or parody?
We are alike under the hood
Always recalibrating our loose aims
Twin cannonballs lobbed between opposing towers
Now look where we stand, feeling the glass
This is the sign and every whisper of zoology
Goes quiet in my mind
Because it’s real, finally real
Finally something you could photograph
Or put inside a box
The hauntings weren’t for nothing
And I will sing your song to my people
Warmth of the membrane on my fingers
And if science doesn’t believe me
My value isn’t the work I’ve done
Oh, what will the tabloids say?
Is it parade or parody?
Is it parade or parody?
Oh, what will the tabloids say
When they discover the giant egg?
Is it parade or parody?
What of the neon lights in the sky?
What of the chemical burns in the twilight ?
Ours are the days of data forever
What of the oil spilled in the streets?
What of the glyphs drawn in the wet concrete?
Now is the age of data forever
What of the demagogues and the spies?
What of the chain of command in the high-rise?
Ours are the days of data forever
What of the rising sun in the east?
What of the firemen called to the gas leak
Now is the age of data forever
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Black Snow
04:52
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Resume making
Weather clouds your read
What are you thinking?
This is all you need
Black snow in the street
I think about you when I’m orbiting
The hard ground
Low rattle in the brush outside
Dead calendar
Hear the rocket’s flight
Sit there on the carpet
Unburdened and safe
Me and my compass
How alone we became
Those days in the heat
Unremitting wonder of your expertise
Black snow in the street
I think about you when I’m orbiting
The hard ground
Ace pilots calibrate instruments
And proud sailors mouth off to the winds
Long shadow when I’m walking home
You still follow me
But the distance has grown
Wild mountains and seas
Quietly recede into the fog
Left incomplete
Black snow in the street
I think about you when I’m orbiting
The hard ground
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The Power Plant
04:33
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Found work at the power plant
Doing safety audits for sycophants
I live where the concrete grows
Metal skeletons and alarm clock radios
I miss your material form
Though I see the worth of what you’ve become
Reappear corporeal friend
Things are better when we both pretend to feel it
Terrarium, terrarium
Vacuity beyond shared experience
Terrarium, terrarium
Vacuity beyond our awareness of
Terrarium, terrarium
Vacuity beyond our awareness of you
And I see too much of my own reflection
In the telescopic lens you left to me
And though the sky is alight with stars
The gamma rays don’t ever seem to reach me
Dead leaves disappear in the burn
Should have figured it out, but some things we refuse to learn
Bare hands that return to the heated glass
Containing us within this floating mass
I’ve seen unactivated space around the dome
But only you can paint the nothingness ahead
And I’ve seen in the power plant
The spark of all creation in the mechanisms grinding us away
Terrarium, terrarium
Vacuity beyond shared experience
Terrarium, terrarium
Vacuity beyond our awareness of
Terrarium, terrarium
Vacuity beyond our awareness of you
And I see too much of my own reflection
In the telescopic lens you left to me
And though the sky is alight with stars
The gamma rays don’t ever seem to reach me
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Jungle Rain
02:50
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Save for the rumble in the belly of the beast
It isn’t yet as bad as it could be
Save for the hiccups and confusion in the scene
It doesn’t bear the mark of tragedy
Until the part
When dinosaurs and maniacs
Unleash the darkness
Jungle rain
I’m sleeping in the car
Save for the cloudy motivations of the maker
It isn’t yet as nasty as it seems
Save for the cuts and scrapes on the children’s knees
There isn’t major cause to disagree
Until the part
When dinosaurs and maniacs
Unleash the darkness
Squeeze my hand before we disembark
I need you
Baby I’ll be sleeping in the car
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Afterglow
06:16
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Suddenly it comes apart
The shell, the heart,
The ground beneath us
Even still I feel your breath
Unsettled debts
The whir of the machines
We are lost in outer space
Waiting out the days
Taste your ashes on the wind
Before it ends it stomps me out completely
Find you hiding in the grass
And in the glass refraction overhead
This is how it all plays out
The tiny house
The fever dreams alive
We are lost without the cage
Stray marks on a page
Then your cheeks go pallid gray
You drift away
And leave me to the excavation
Ask you for a gentle word
And in the dirt I write your name and wait
But this was all an accident
A star that sent its own explosive dust to cool
We are lost above the clouds
What will happen now?
Nothing grows of its own will
It holds until its habitat demands it
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Monster Furniture Brooklyn, New York
"Giant Egg" out now!
Monster Furniture is the moniker of Brooklyn-based recording artist Gabe
Smoller. Across genre-spanning albums and with a rotating cast of collaborators, he writes songs about dogs, death, containment, illness, and home renovation, finding complexity in the mundane (and with just enough DIY eccentricities to keep things from getting too heavy).
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