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One Day The Distance Between Myself And God Will Disappear

by Boy Without God

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it’s the season of blacktops not blackboards of high tops and bike rides of ice pops and low tides it’s the season of nights spent on rooftops cold beer and flip flops birdsong and hopscotch and july marches in on the heels of three score elephants with skeleton keys and diamond rings, the lips of god and wild things and july marches in on the heels of three score elephants all clad in white with shining wings the lips of man split wide to sing: songs about himself songs about himself all the names of the ones he knows well they melted: sugar in the sea and when the eye of the lord is past well the world will just be that much more sweet eyes are the windows to the soul (we know, we know, we’ve all been told) existence is proved by thought alone (we know we know, but still we will not go into the dark) there’s naught to fear in the unknown (oh no, oh no, we will not go into the dark!) all the names of the ones you know they will melt just like sugar in the sea and when your days on the earth are grass well the soil will just be that much more sweet I’m afraid of the sound of rain I’m afraid of the way you say my name and everything else that has an end why don’t I feel what I oughta feel, we are unknowable far as stars from the arms of those who hold us close and all the nights we didn’t light with a love that was not love at all
2.
that’s a 20 cent answer to a million dollar question the lasting legacy of the internet generation everybody’s in love with a whisper in a hallway everybody’s in love… five years of leaves on the ground and the truth is coming out we coulda kissed em but we cursed em instead, and swelled to burst they gave head to some other guy everybody’s in love with a whisper in a hallway everybody’s in love with a whisper in a hallway
3.
stay, stay awake we don’t have to eat we don’t have to say words that rhyme with love all the secret sweet things we’re dreaming of move down my chest as the lightning cuts down the past sweet summer rain in your white bedroom our bodies sing (note: I changed my mind after recording this and the lines “all the secret sweet/things we’re dreaming of” have been replaced with “it’s so beautiful/and so meaningless”)
4.
Year One 02:01
I was still standing on a northern corner. Moonlit winter clouds the color of the desperation of wolves. Proof of Your existence? There is nothing but.
5.
Sorry Skin 02:46
once you pulled the trigger I only got sicker I been tumbling down through rows of crooked teeth thought I could sleep it away, so i slept in every bed in town I been throwing rocks at boarded up windows everybody’s saying that the winter’s closing in I’m trying hard to hate you but my body won’t submit every night i tear apart your soft and sorry skin and fall upon your body as the snowfall locks us in to the tiniest circles and the cruelest words pour out in little silver rings only fools submerge them turn your house upside down it’ll never be the same it’ll never be the same everybody’s saying that the winter’s closing in I’m trying hard to hate you but we’re siblings now in sin every night i sink into your lost and holy skin and awake entangled over-warm and abandoned
6.
The boys all blew away, left me freezing on the corner outside the bar just like a movie where I posed for no one in my black hat, overcoat against the red brick, it made a stunning composition, The Boy With The Tears In Just One Eye, and which way was home again? I stayed there speechless as the birds all fell quietly politely from the sky in the backseat of my eye I thought I saw a page turn and a year burn and the trees drop their leaves and bow to the tearing of the fabric of my life the greatest gift, to know the kindest soil the silver trees, that grow alone it’s ashes all, and daughter’s love insatiable, blurred by sweet sun we do go on, words like ants tow our saving grace, a little time bomb inside of us, everything we could ever want
7.
we were living off of stolen bagels from the university cafeteria we were living in the empty margins of the great american novel we were the twisted sheep the brain’s unconscious speech the hearts that are not on the map our rooms were cloudy with the instruments of music instruments of light the race, the race, the race we run dear exploding beauty I wish I saw more of you we were living off of wit and instinct like a good coyote should in place, in place, in place of sun dead men we count upon are failing hearts and straw our father’s shades are drawn we all go out alone
8.
i pulled my lips apart there were no words inside instead a flowing white sheet before my mothers eyes this world devours lies but it won’t devour mine
9.
the kindly white whisp folds us inside of it before those teary eyes ohhhhh we glide through the glass divide between the booths and sky we smoothly promenade simple as lemonade and when we touch the ground in far off fields and towns we know we have arrived devoid of all desire
10.
I’ve been ungrateful don’t I know it to be true I’ve been ungrateful to the symptoms of the flu oh fire I am sorry oh water I am sorry I have grown beyond the son you held aloft and I am leaving but I promise I’m not lost I’ve been ungrateful don’t I wish it weren’t so I’ve been ungrateful to the paint on my front door oh cinderblock i love you so much oh spiderweb i love you so much I am a bridge that ties cathedrals into knots and every place I go is new blood for the clot I am so grateful for the friends I have got I’m in good hands I’m in good hands I’m in good hands I am so tired of this city and its dues no matter what I wear the wind just cuts right through i hear people screaming murder in the night there has to be another way besides just fight or flight but in the hour of my dissipating hope when every christmas light’s an arrow through my throat a hundred arms reach out from all across the globe I’m in good hands I’m in good hands I’m in good hands
11.
Holidaze 01:51
I remember the holidays shelves of whisky and chardonnay and I drank til yesterday I don’t remember the holidays stumblin home singin to the trees all the pretty girls on their knees shadows spin black spider legs fresh snow skin tense tight wet i don’t remember the holidays
12.
Hotel Shower 07:29
standing in a hotel shower awake at some ungodly hour the site of some ungodly act the beast with one too many backs my blood was red against the tile far away horses went wild threw a girl upon her back saved her from a heart attack to tell the truth I only slipped gave blood i didn’t mean to give almost dying can save your life almost living can make you realize the garbage trucks know yr name they breathe yr breath you are the same other people fill you up with things they couldn’t learn to love on the floor of this icy room (hell is white I never knew) i watch my body point to you the only north my compass knew and I wonder clean at last how you know that you’re so sad how you know so much is wrong why you will not trust a song dear skies of blue and grey get the hell out of my way dear pretty girls who pray i will hurt you go away dear staying in bed all day i don’t love you, go away dear girls who drink all day you will hurt me, please stay dear birds in tampa bay how do you make it through your day dear suicides and strays i think i love you anyway

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released January 1, 2008

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