Dream Worshipers

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Track Name: Falling Through the Halo
The first dream I can remember: unfortunately it’s a bad one. They always started in an inky void and falling through a glowing yellow halo. This was when I was five years old. I was alone in my parent’s station wagon and had to drive home from downtown Cleveland. We may have gone to the Art Museum or heard the Cleveland Orchestra. What ever it was, I couldn’t drive and I was scared. As I tried to drive across the Detroit-Superior Bridge, I ran up on a truss and the car flipped over and fell into the slate grey river below. Don’t know why I remember it. But if I’ve remembered it this long, maybe there’s something I’m supposed to learn from it. Lately, I’ve been thinking dreams are something I can worship.
Track Name: Great Criminal Minds
Blood drop from a star
Fell in a sea of tar:
Ones, zeros cooking through the skin.
Ambitions of a brat
Reborn a diplomat.
Atlases we drew in Ritalin.
I-eye-eye-eye-eye’ve discovered
I’m terrified of history
And air-conditioned hypertension
Earns respectability.
We who found our way
In a volume of Jean Genet:
Stray kids seeking out a bed.
Found a rum soaked bash:
Sodomy and the lash.
Green flashes flashing in our head.
So-oh-oh-oh-oh we’re still waiting
For Godot to tell us where we stand.
Buying sleepless nights and stomach ulcers
From a dogma’s invisible hand.

Wasted!
The flesh love gave us.
Markets!
Ain’t gunna save us.
Grown up!
Knowing nothing at all about life.
Delinquent!
Making us pay now.
Prosper!
Wish I could say how.
Worship!
The great criminal minds, Oh!

Jefferson Street at dawn.
Rest at night long gone:
Strong egos sleeping through the day.
Leo DaVinci’s ghost
Derided in the Post.
Host of smears for living the wrong way.
No recantations
Explanations or apologies.
No regrets ‘bout taking the mantle
“First world refuges.”

Wasted!
The flesh love gave us.
Markets!
Ain’t gunna save us.
Grown up!
Knowing nothing at all about life.
Delinquent!
Making us pay now.
Prosper!
Wish I could say how.
Worship!
The great criminal minds, Oh!

Malapropos
And trim lawn comforts
Never show the way that they were
Were all the heroes
In tintype pictures
Sweating out la fee verte?

Fostered a callow heart.
Life ridiculing art.
Our part to bear a callous slur.
Streetlight halo glare.
Angels in toxic air.
Prayers sighed from a provocateur.
Why-eye-eye-eye fight the judgment
Of a sovereign who’s pronounced us naive,
When there’s not faith in hopes of fiction
Or what cynicism couldn’t achieve?

Wasted!
The flesh love gave us.
Markets!
Ain’t gunna save us.
Grown up!
Knowing nothing at all about life.
Progress!
A ruse of desire.
Anthems!
The ultimate liar.
Sing out!
Until they learn our game and we’re gone,
We’re gone, we’re gone, we’re gone.
Delinquent!
Making us pay now.
Prosper!
Wish I could say how.
Worship!
The great criminal minds, Oh!
Track Name: Blank Dance
Shallow breath and moon burnt pages,
Saw the clouds were getting thick.
Fingers smarting with each keystroke,
Cause they’re chewed down to the quick.
Rose blossom fingerprints,
Ignorance or innocence.
Maybe your careless,
Maybe sick.
Spinning out and tuning in:
Hear the tires slide and screech.
Calm moment before the impact,
Other options out of reach.
The rant of one who’s so inclined
To have an overactive mind
That’s fast but not lucid.
I s-stutter my speech.

You too a hit now,
But don’t you quit now,
Cause this is it now.
Kid you’re doing the blank dance.
Frustration,
Agitation,
Alienation.
Part of doing the blank dance.
It’ll shake you.
Don’t let it break you.
You’ll learn to make do.
Not easy doing the blank dance.
Soaked from a night sweat.
Can’t quit the fight yet.
It ain’t a light bet.
Not easy doing the blank dance.

All right!

Freight train to kill time outside.
Run faster or you’ll trip.
Steep slope, ground’s unforgiving.
Bumpy ride down if you slip.
Tally how much you care
From the sleepless nights you bear.
It’s a way to live.
Don’t let ‘em catch you on the hip!

You too a hit now,
But don’t you quit now,
Cause this is it now.
Kid you’re doing the blank dance.
Frustration,
Agitation,
Alienation.
Part of doing the blank dance.
It’ll shake you.
Don’t let it break you.
You’ll learn to make do.
Not easy doing the blank dance.
Soaked from a night sweat.
Can’t quit the fight yet.
It ain’t a light bet.
Not easy doing the blank dance.

All right!

Long ride home in civil twilight.
Sky is pressing low.
Cold night illuminated
By the faint blue speedometer glow.
Eyes heavy, thoughts depleted,
Hold tight, you’re not defeated.
Did it to yourself:
A lonely feeling to know.

You too a hit now,
But don’t you quit now,
Cause this is it now.
Kid you’re doing the blank dance.
Frustration,
Agitation,
Alienation.
Part of doing the blank dance.
It’ll shake you.
Don’t let it break you.
You’ll learn to make do.
Not easy doing the blank dance.
Soaked from a night sweat.
Can’t quit the fight yet.
It ain’t a light bet.
Not easy doing the blank dance.

All right!
Track Name: These Days
Splinters
In the window sill
In the bedroom where
He spent his younger days.
Tape hiss
On a warped cassette
Cuts through suburban smog
And the summer haze.

She’s staring
Into the sky,
Watching planes fly by
In the cobalt night.
Kids play
In the cul-de-sac.
Streetlights come on,
And the neighbors get into a fight.

These days,
Would you go back home if you could,
Though you’ll never get back that naked comfort
Lost in your old neighborhood?

Grieving
What never lasts
As the radio waves
Give you a broken heart.
Building,
On stolen time,
A truth that no one believes.
I guess we should call it an art.

These days,
Would you go back home if you could,
Though you’ll never get back that naked comfort
Lost in your old neighborhood?

Now we’re lost
In the skyscrapers and subways,
And customs you know that you need to but can’t understand..
Now you’re lost
And the White Rabbit’s left you on your own
To navigate your way through Wonderland.

Voices
Of buried friends
Ring in my ears,
Or was it something more?
Perfume
Of fresh cut grass,
And I still hear their knock
On the rusted driveway screen door.

These days,
Would you go back home if you could,
Though you’ll never get back that naked comfort
Lost in your old neighborhood?
These days
You trip as you try to keep pace.
(Life’s shakin’ you up with motion sickness)
While you try to map out a new place.
These days
Would you go back home if you could,
Though you’ll never get back that naked comfort
Lost in your old neighborhood?
Track Name: Lovers and Enemies
Backwards kid
Try’n to learn his part.
Born with a lisp
And a weakened heart.
Hold on,
Is that a reason to live?
Got a sketch of a song,
Nothing more he can give.
Always making lovers and enemies.

Awake past dawn:
Late night radio dial.
Running away
With a Glasgow Smile.
All right,
Gotta live with the choice.
He’s got the down cast eyes
And a cracking voice.
Always making lovers and enemies.

Innocence fading,
Moans serenading.
It was a lovely wake.
Where’d her blond hair go?
Pupils so narrow.
Hearts kept confined won’t break.

Fun to get lost
In the wrong part of town
On a hot summer night
With the windows down.
Oh boy,
Another panic attack.
Nostalgia might call,
But there’s no going back.
Always making lovers and enemies.
Track Name: Starving for a Chance to Breath
Shiver at the screaming.
Dim the light.
Grey sunrise ending
A sleepless night.

Starving for a chance to breath.
Hush the day.
Starving for a chance to breath.
The world can fan away.

There’s violence down the hallway:
Shattered glass.
Keep still, keep quiet.
Let it pass.

Starving for a chance to breath.
Hush the day.
Starving for a chance to breath.
The world can fan away.

Quick breath and sobbing
Chokes the air.
Holes kicked in the stairwell.
Clumps of hair.

Panic came in off the street.
Resigned to stay.
Panic came in off the street.
We couldn’t hush the day.

Starving for a chance to breath.
Hush the day.
Starving for a chance to breath.
The world can fan away.
Track Name: World Out There
He stayed home again
Listening to the ceiling fan drone.
Staring at dust and crumbs on the floor.
One more day he spends alone.
No one stopping by.
But he doesn't seem to care.
The empty chair at the the table's fine.
He's not from
The world out there.

Down on the street
He sees the art in black sideway gum.
Finds anagrams in bodega signs.
Can't tell you where his thoughts come from.
Clouds of dust and smoke
Blowing through his thinning hair.
He's setting out hunting images.
Terrified of
The world out there.

He can know the time of day
From the taste of ozone in the air.
Fell in love
With a TV mast,
But only hurts
The ones who still care.

He takes a deep long breath.
The late autumn air is dry, crisp, and cold.
As he breaths, his concentration slips.
His daydream begins to take hold.
Enraptured with this thoughts,
His mind wanders who knows where.
No one knows where he'll be found,
Except for in his mother's last prayer.
His mind drifts in the the cold, open air.
A careless man still wandering,
He'll never understand
The world out there.
Track Name: Hymn
Pick me.
Swear to give an honest
History and have something to say.
Too shy,
Please pardon the obliqueness.
Trust I feel it’s better this way.
Might be wrong—
Certain possibility.
Let no one say I didn’t try.
Narration:
Highly unreliable...
Self-aware voices are the ones that lie.

Ambulatory
Locked-in syndrome.
Very grateful that I got caught.
Style or substance?
Grief or declension?
Delightfully useless from what I’ve been taught.

Crafting
Charming mythologies
For stale water liquor noise choking the bars.
Illuminate
Washed out auroras
Brooklyn light-pollution obscuring the stars.
Pipe steam
Leaking from the sidewalk.
Whirlwind twisting in the dust dry air.
Voices
Drowned in the commotion.
Silent desires emerge as a prayer.

Salvaging function,
Personality broken:
Talking and drugs for the schizoid type.
Cigar-box crib,
Oven incubation.
Wearing me down with a familiar gripe.

She asked me once,
I hope she won’t ask me again.
She asked me once,
I hope she won’t ask me again.
She asked me once
I hope she won’t ask me again.
She asked me once…

Amtrak whistle
Over the suburbs.
Lonely murmur of 4 am.
Pleiades gazing.
Phantom amputations.
Black mold mornings left choking with phlegm

Green streaks
Of rain cooper weeping
From the stained glass Mary in the red door church.
Journals
From hi-fi mystics
Rudderless zeal left me stuck in the lurch.
Hungry:
But know I’m still living.
No thought out execution or impulse control.
Desire's
Never gunna tell you
If you’re chasing a mirage for your ultimate goal.

Hourly rooms
From blood donations:
A fair price to pay fifty years ago.
But you know these days
Blood, bone, and sinews
Never gunna cover the price you owe.
Broken teeth,
Broken promises:
In my esteem her legend breaks my heart.
Waiting on a miracle,
No, it’s never coming.
Disillusioned with the grander of art.

She asked me once;
I hope she won’t ask me again.
She asked me once;
I hope she won’t ask me again.
Rain to purify is coming,
But she don’t know when.
She showed me she’s a prophet;
Hope she doesn’t show me again.
Track Name: From the City to the Horizon to the Sea
(instrumental)
Track Name: Hold on Til Daybreak
Dog headed saint
On a faded tempra icon.
Skyscraper nightlight glows.
Living as a thief,
Dreaming as an angel.
Breathing what the subway blows.

So you can take what you want.
I'll still be here to amuse.
At our most dangerous
When there's nothing to lose.

Vicious tempered voice.
Gravel choaked sreaming.
No way that I'll talk you down.
Bourbon muddy thoughts.
Nosebleed explanations.
Gifted student with a teardrop crown.

So now were suck in a scene
We never thought would begin.
Now our nerves have teeth.
Feel 'em gnaw through your skin.

Hold on til daybreak.
Let's turn the volume down
And get through the night.
Synapses all burnt out.
Don't know how I'm going to make this one right.

If I let you down,
Never say there was no warning.
Quite a habit that I've made for myself.
Afraid you're what I want.
Sabotaged me asspirations.
Put your expectations back on the shelf.

So now we're back here again
With a fight we know well:
The drunken arguments,
White lies we both tell.

Hold on til daybreak
Let's turn the volume down
And get through the night.
Synapses all burnt out.
Don't know how I'm going to make this one right.

The decade flies.
Time will steal it all.
Good faith alibis.
Addicted lovers brawl.

Hold on til daybreak.
Let's turn the volume down
And get through the night.
Synapses all burnt out.
Don't know how I'm going to make this one right.

Maybe the hangovers stop.
Maybe the threats finally cease.
Some day we might both grow up
And leave each other in peace.

Hold on til daybreak.
Let's turn the volume down
And get through the night.
Synapses all burnt out.
Don't know how I'm going to make this one right.
Light on the eastern horizon,
Memories flicker
In the back of my mind.
Bare hand in the fire.
Wonder if I’ll ever leave you behind.
Track Name: Illyrian Blue
Oh, lost at night
In the town where I was born.
Bathed in soft neon light
In the town where I was born.
Knowing every street
In the town where I was born,
Not a single face I meet
In the town where I was born.

Spray-paint
Holy writ
Sidewalks kissed dew
Tell me get home to you…
Get home to you...
Get home to you…
Get home to you
From an exile
Drenched in Illyrian blue.

In love with traffic noise,
In the town where I was born.
Transfixed with industrial joys
In the town where I was born.
All direction gone
In the town where I was born.
Days keeps pressing on
In the town where I was born.

Turned on,
Written off.
Didn’t think it through.
Wanna get home to you…
Get home to you…
Get home to you…
Get home to you
From an exile
Drenched in Illyrian blue.

Strange precipitation
In the town where I was born.
Static on a numbers station
In the town where I was born.
Dozing cyclops moon
In the town where I was born.
Never thought I’d be back so soon
To the town where I was born.

Back lit
Strip mall signs
Ten dollar liquor drive thru
Gotta get home to you…
Get home to you…
Get home to you…
Get home to you
From an exile
Drenched in Illyrian blue.
Track Name: Kids in the Sculpture
How’d we get where we are today?
A lifetime and a world away.
Suddenly I realized
We’re the kids in the sculpture.
Fresh graffiti by our side,
Exhilarated and terrified.
Between broken and scraping by,
We’re the kids in the sculpture.

Twisting yellow center-line
On the asphalt serpentine.
Counterfeit venders shout,
Iron morning stepping out.
Cartoon diesel on display.
Tempera ghetto blasters play.
Elevated foam and wire.
Here cause you’re a lousy liar.
One more submission of your art
Rejected like a transplant heart.
Day-glo steaming manhole sighs:
New York in a child’s eyes.

How’d we get where are today?
A lifetime and a world away.
Suddenly I realized
We’re the kids in the sculpture.
Fresh graffiti by our side,
Exhilarated and terrified.
Between broken and scraping by,
We’re the kids in the sculpture.

Steel grate rumbles,
Stockbrokers stumbles:
Looking up Broadway
Crossing Canal.
Colors smell better
When you’re in person!
Welcome to your
Brand new locale!

Famished and your body’s tired,
Senses sharp n’ nerves are wired.
Hollow cheeks: the price you pay
For something that you gotta say.
Compulsion you know can’t be cured
But, when the hell will you be heard?
Is it crisis or a thrill?
Can do but we can’t will our will.

How’d we get where are today?
A lifetime and a world away.
Suddenly I realized
We’re the kids in the sculpture.
Fresh graffiti by our side,
Exhilarated and terrified.
Between broken and scraping by,
We’re the kids in the sculpture.

City gets busy,
Husltin’ ‘n dizzy:
Can’t afford what’s on the billboard.
Styrofoam jetsam
Drifts through sewers.
Keeping afloat:
Your only reward.

Red Grooms scenery:
Our morning route.
Acrylic tones
Are screaming out:
Fin’lly hear the workmen shout.
Find out what it’s—
“...”

Gettin’ lost and it feels all right.
In the bastard of a monk streetlight.
Hear the stalls of Chinatown.
We’re the kids in the sculpture.
How’d we get where are today?
A lifetime and a world away.
Suddenly I realized
We’re the kids in the sculpture.

Sidewalk gum in a drizzling rain.
Brakes are screeching on the R train.
Today the gallery came to life.
We’re the kids in the sculpture.
Fresh graffiti by our side,
Exhilarated and terrified.
Between broken and scraping by,
We’re the kids in the sculpture.

Grace Church ‘neath a hazy sky.
M-5 goes rolling by.
The world rushing through a fantasy:
We’re the kids in the sculpture.
City view from a fire escape:
Daydream blessed form and shape.
Dizzy but I don’t wanna go.
We’re the kids in the sculpture!
Track Name: ƨhortwaver
Ionosphere
Propagation.
Static
White noise poem.
Nocturnal
Transmission.
Encode the voices
And send them home.

If you're broadcasting in the dark…
Broadcast,
And I’ll be there.
If you’re sending out your voice,
Send it out
And I’ll be there.

Enchant me
With new technology.
Steel tower
Red beacon crown
Stands vigil
Above the city.
Kilohertz spirit
Gliding down.

Border blast,
Let me know you’re there.
Border blast,
Let me know you’re there.
Been so long,
I need to hear you.
Border blast,
Let me know you’re there.
Track Name: Yo, Ezekiel!
Waiting…
Waiting for the thaw.
Warm relief now winter’s over,
For skin that’s cold and raw.
Sunset...
Sunset stereo.
Vapor trails and Monet cloud banks--
Where did twelve years go?

Yo, Ezekiel!
Tell me what’s it
Gunna be.
Quit your talking.
Them bones walking or not?
Guess you ain’t go not time fore me.

Restless…
Restless, wide awake.
Same age now as when his mother passed on:
Wisdom from a tough break.

Yo, Ezekiel!
Tell me what should I expect?
Hear me callin,
When I fallen down?
Ain’t no chance I’m one of the elect!
Yo, Ezekiel!
Scratching notes on these Cold War streets,
Try to write it,
Try to fight it out.
Rearranging words on tattered sheets.

Naked and exposed
Exactly as you had proposed:
Strength is tested, ordeals composed.
Vulnerability exchanged,
Senses gorgeously deranged.
Are you catching what they throwing?
Are shrinking, are you growing?
Are you knowing how
They’re showing how they'll get the best of you?

Cynics…
Cynics boring me.
Callousness is safe and easy,
But safe is all you’ll be.

Yo, Ezekiel!
6 o’clock siren screeching out.
Where could we go,
Now my ego's shot?
Arrogance dressing up as doubt.
Yo, Ezekiel!
Crying vainly at the saints.
Now defenseless,
Sobbing senseless prays.
Need guidance, don’t need constraints.
Yo, Ezekiel!
Illuminations lying prone.
What’s it taking,
Since we’re breaking down?
Can’t pay ‘em back with what I own.
Yo, Ezekiel!
Does disappointment make you strong?
How the bold go,
When they’re told no more!
Best lessons learned from being wrong.
Track Name: 10 Years After
The world has changed since he has been gone.
He wouldn't recognize it.
Now she's gone too.

11pm news
In the summer air.
Slouching half asleep
In the worn out chair.
Country music static
On the radio.
Drinking by myself
And the demons I know.
Watched 10 years go.

10 years after
He was laid to rest
We’re only left with the photographs
In a cedar chest.

Glossilalia purge.
No spirit held to shout.
But 9 holes in each hand
Breathing in and out.
Sanguine, warm, damp air
Held a poison touch.
She let the humor out
To break miasma’s clutch,
But bled too much.

10 years after
She laid down to sleep
We’re left guessing by the sickness
That she hid so deep.

Heard it from a friend now,
Bout an ugly trend now.
The all made their bed.
She said “they’re a memory.
You gotta let em go.”
Master planning crashes.
Brown eyes turned to ashes.
Never coming back.
They’re in the past tense now
and for ever.

Tapes with both their faces
Still on VHS.
Now they’ll never age
As the years progress.
Trips around the sun
Now made cold and still.
Wide awake a 3am
Held against our will:
Long nights to fill.

10 years after
They both slipped away,
Another decade of existence
Passes by and
10 years after,
And I’m still wasting time.
The definition of a failure.
Life gets squandered,
But 10 years after
We heard the news they’d gone,
We’re closer to the time we’ll join them,
But for now
The world keeps turning,
So we’ll carry on!
Track Name: How Do We Be?
Chemical creatures,
Bio features
Learned to laugh,
Learned to be dizzy.
Ash and water
Knows it’s breathing.
Maybe knows it knows it
Only this once.
Womb and semen
Woke up dreamin’
Is mind a verb
Done by matter?
Sun and moon
Have heard the living.
Life’s a trip
No one survives.
Slate-grey ocean,
Churning motion.
Staring at the home
That bore us.
Compassion needed
‘Cause life’s a virus:
Am I scared
Or am I in love?
Blind collision,
Hourglass vision.
Listen to the car door
Scraping on the concrete.
Seeking joy
Before the curtain:
Universal symptom.

I can’t find the words for this question
That’s wearing on me.
Dunno if we can even have an answer to
“How do we be?”

Cinders in the furnace glow
Feeding crying ex nihlo.
The stars fell into the sea.
Waking up, his pulse is gone,
Does the story carry on?
Will these bones still be me?
Cinders in the furnace glow,
Feeding, crying ex nihlo.
Diamonds, filth, and glee.
Blooming in the cold, wet ground.
Stomach turning round and round.
How do we be?

All perspective
Born subjective.
Accidents
Might build the cities.
Gods and angels
From the mirrors.
Who would ever
Ask to be born?
Smokestack plume,
FM bloom.
Burning through the 21st cent’ry.
Young eye glare
Reading history
Will be history—
No escape.
Ozone prism,
Spectral schism:
Gems in the making
Swimming in a heat bath.
Opal stain
To milk and blood.
Reason alone
Withers and dies.
Ending is nearing
Keep on cheering.
Tangent ‘tween
Infinity and zero
Unified
‘pataphysics
Joyful brief and foolish!

Dread blessed
Cathedral bells chiming
Above the marquee.
I doubt we’ll ever
Answer the question
“How do we be?”

Cinders in the furnace glow
Feeding crying ex nihlo.
The stars fell into the sea.
Waking up, his pulse is gone,
Does the story carry on?
Will these bones still be me?
Cinders in the furnace glow,
Feeding, crying ex nihlo.
Diamonds, filth, and glee.
Blooming in the cold, wet ground.
Stomach turning round and round.
How do we be?
Track Name: Dream Worshipers
Insults shot deadpan,
Dry quips they spoke:
The joke
Was lost on us.
Deaf to the subtext
So we're the punchline--
That’s our yoke:
Dream worshipers.

Ashamed of what you cherish,
Frightened by sincerity,
So agree
To not speak up,
Or be ripped by well dress cowards
Accessorized with irony:
Dream worshippers.

Maybe you’re wondering
If you’re wrong to give a damn.
Maybe you learned how foolish you are,
But still say “I defined what I am."

The timid shield where they're injured
With jaded, bitter prose.
So goes
The century.
But guarded ideology
Ain’t a part of what you chose:
Dream worshipers.

Maybe he found something
That can’t repeat on plasma screens.
Maybe she was branded a pariah
For the vice of saying what she means.
Maybe we’re naive children
Hellbent on more than ourselves.
Maybe we’ll pay for our visions
Once we chase a vision where it delves.