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Buzz Cut
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The job it's all about the roots and recognizing cowlicks, and knowing when to stop. I'm going to a party tonight, thought I should write—I won't, maybe never will again. I haven't written for weeks. At first I was scared, thought "I'm a writer, not a stylist." Last June to May I haven't written a word. So now my favorite's the buzz cut, a fresh start! It's not always what they want, but you know what? It'll grow. I might cut my own hair, dye the rest blue. I can start over too. Not what I want, too. Terrible at what I want to do.
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Remember Little Satan
03:33
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Weekdays an intern building new printers plays with the PC screen. Stocks and benefits, set up for retirement and Ashley makes his lunches. She's an early morning substitute, part time to make payments on the red Volkswagen they named "Little Satan." Together five years and one night it goes like, "Maybe we should get married?" "First pay off the college debt." "I'm afraid of losing you." "I've got to go to sleep." Weeknight classes trying to get the B.S. "Is this seat taken?" "Would you like to go to the Decadence?" Break the news to you, the other night at school I met somebody who's going to change my life. Going to move out west, clear my head with desert air, scared to move out of here, scared to move in with her. "Scared, you should be Jake. You're messing up your life. You've known this girl a week—like what's her middle name?" "I honestly don't know. She's more fun than you though. Like yesterday she said she loves Klimt." Later, Jake's eating a sandwich Astrid made for him. It's not quite, though, not enough ham. Lunch at sunny bus stop, a red car passes by and remembers Little Satan, remembers he was happy. Ashley, I'll miss you.
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In the Movies
04:59
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In the movies they can sing out of tune. And their whole lives are spent practicing moods. Almost always prepared to hide from the rain. In the movies they can keep a straight face. And their whole life is 18th-century champagne. Almost always building mountains of air. Almost always marching down spiral stairs. I don't mind if you're leaving me behind. I'm already there with my friends up on the screen.
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That Swingin' Rubicon
03:06
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This fellow with a happy laugh, he plays longs songs on his bionic guitar. All about the swinging' Rubicon. He maintains that history is full of people. He runs a modest little joint where the kids can go see the local bands playing. It's called Der Humdinger Haus. God bless and preserve Robert Blake. And he's planning to eschew his microphone. He's thinking of doing without his mic.
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No. 263 in Norway
02:40
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Knockout to dispense, that's what we say about this Norwegian presence. You're full of secret suspense. Don't you know that you're a knockout—a knockout to dispense…
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The Estuary
04:00
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At one time I new I would always love you… We were on a vacation down to the ocean, where it was agreeable. Growing old with you has been so easy to do. Like that sing-song morning with your left hand in my right hand, at the confluence of the estuary.
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Winifred, emergency! Inger gulped down Demerol. Not sure how much—enough to frighten me. "Enough for four of me, could be," spoken as her volume rose. Shouting now as I asked, "Sit still for a photograph?" The light is low and I don't have a flash, sit still your face'll blur. Light from Christmas strands is beautiful. When we got here you were beautiful, but now your eyes can't focus. Please not another drink. I think the picture's wrecked. She's in the living room playing guitar. Can't see her through the crowd, that's her voice though, singing in a key, higher than this noise. "What do you think, Winifred?" "I had a friend who did the same thing. He took too many pills, and he turned out fine. Just couldn't sign his name for three weeks—his hands shook. I can't watch you through another round. I can't take another photograph. This moment's not supposed to last past this night. This party is showing me something that I didn't want to see.
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You Wanna Get Lost?
04:15
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You could stay for a while or you could stay even longer. Your house is a wreck, you should come over. "I'm quite alright." You're not okay, you're coming over. My dad isn't here, crash on the couch. You wanna live like in a dream, sleep straight through afternoon. Tom Petty playing and I want your ears covered up by comforters. And I love you. I can just see your eyes moving around, way too much make-up. Time, time will move, and each of us too, sometime next year. School, school is through and we are too. Later this spring I'll miss you. I'll make you a tape and decorate the cover with pics from Geographics. Sent through the mail to your home, if you still live there. If you don't live there, just give me the number where you're going to be.
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All those bombs and sound effects are stealing hours from architects. Kings need crowns to be a king. They claim they don't need anything. I was thinking about how I hadn't thought of you in years. Saw you as you were approaching the canvas for the last time. I haven't painted in so long. Back when we were going to school together. It was the end to a lonely time in my life. I came upon you while you were reading a book on art. It was a start.
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I swear your hair is such a perfect mess. And I confess it's a guess. But you're broken hearted more or less. Here you are without a car, walking through the rain. Waxing poetic, but all in vain. You wane you wane you wane you wane you wane… Nine times out of ten—he'll come running back again. Six times out of eight—you tell yourself it's not too late. Three times out of four—keeping your eye on the front door. One time out of two—he loves you. Oooh, and the rain won't stop… The world would be lost without raincoats. There, there, don't despair. There's plenty of fish in the sea. One for you and two for me. Let's go inside and make some tea.
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