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Brickbat Mansion Comp​.​Vol​.​One

by Brickbat Mansion

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Himself by himself Never all alone Sorrow is concealed in gilded palaces There is no escape He met a stranger on the bridge In the sideways rain Made in his image Sent to take his place He sees but does not see The adversary Devils breed in still waters There is no escape He met a stranger on the bridge In the sideways rain Made in his image Sent to take his place
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I've set myself free From the powers that be Some of us know that the game is rigged I'm no longer moved By voices of religion Who make it a crime just to be myself I'm no longer moved By the poorly painted mask Politicians live in a world of deception No one controls my mind Or tells me what to do with my time No one has power over me I am an ancient tree I am an infinite sea No one has power over me There's no such thing As stability We may as well enjoy the ride There's no such thing As authority They all have something to hide I'm no longer moved By Blind servitude Fear Mongers will shout From their imaginary high ground No one controls my mind Or tells me what to do with my time No one has power over me I am an ancient tree I am an infinite sea No one has power over me This unbearable weight Is rolling off my back A salvation of my own design I'll cut the chains Even if it kills me
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Crimson leaves gather dust on the ground Gold decay underfoot, it's the loneliest sound Each day that I'm alone in this cold I feel a weight possessing everything I know As I look to the skies up above A lone tear hits my cheek as it falls to the earth Help me to see the beauty in all that's beautiful and magical We become constellations Burning bright with a fire Of all the ardent lovers chained to us in perfect trust We become constellations Shining bright like a beacon Of all the ardent lovers bound to us in silver thread Crimson leaves turn to mush on the ground Old decay underfoot, still the loneliest sound Help us in love to succeed in our efforts as we suffer the toils that they create As I look to the skies up above No more tears hit my cheek as I fall to the earth Now I know there is beauty in all that's beautiful and magical We become constellations Burning bright with a fire Of all the ardent lovers chained to us in perfect trust We become constellations Shining bright like a beacon Of all the ardent lovers bound to us in silver We become constellations Burning on in the heavens Chained together forever in the stars
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you speak in half whispers you could have been a dream I had before I got here before I lost myself the most you could have been a ghost I am half measured I am half imagination I am half reassured I am half into resignation I want to tell you you matter to me but I am dark matter to you invisible, invisible invisible, invisible I want to feel something rose city 'cause I always feel so dull invisible, invisible electrocute me rose city
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You are angry with the mother Hunger for a lover You are frightened of the father Haunted by his daughters Oh, the many accusations fly They are bent by your lens Oh, you have to force my hand As we run for defense Oh, Judas is your best friend Never want the night to end You are tortured when you’re sober Adding up the numbers Oh, the many accusations fly They are bent by your lens Oh, you have to force my hand As we run for defense
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This one’s for those time honored jizz stains poetically carved onto sheets of white paper. Bras left by strangers on the filthy tables of consequence, drowning in the contents of the sink while smoking sheets of white paper. This one's for the backseats of taxis payed for with tricks turned full circle tangled in the solos the sleepers and the workers holding up the street lights, pay her with visions in the sheets of white paper. This isn't for you, in your cybernetic, sociopathetic, meandering misunderstanding of the sensual value of sheets of white paper. This isn't for clumsy me, my indirect ineptitude, insisting upon marking the places I fall. My guts on the wall are nothing next to sheets of white paper.
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I've been here for a long time Thinking time away You crawled out from a dumpster Tomorrow is today In my apocalyptic dreams I've always seen you waiting there Knowing someday I would find you You float among the clouds While I'm still stuck here on the ground I've always been one step behind you Now I don't speak your language But I know you understand I've been across the earth My heart is filled with anguish As we wander hand in hand A trash can gave you birth I don't know what emotion means, But I know I've never seen These circuits in my chest light up before Ever lost, I walk alone In this junk pile we call home I never knew what all these parts were for I've been here for a long time I know you feel it too Hand in hand, As we walk across the land I hope we get there soon
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Eyes nailed to light, radiating free. Brightly crucified, nothing left to see. The colors weary, dulled by the glow. A dimension lost, they’ll never know. The hour changes, focus remains the same. Static affliction, consumes the frame. Lost in the fields, of synthetic sights. These sullen prayers, won’t kill the lights. Welcome distraction, electric life. A dull perfection, under the knife. Formats of time, and their expense. Strange reflections, chew up the sense. Too weak to think, too cheated to rest. Peripheral soul, so surely blessed. A vicarious view, serves to remind. Tomorrow’s today, today is blind.

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released October 26, 2018

Cover Photography by Kristin Neuschwander.

All proceeds go to Friends of Lone Fir Cemetery.
www.friendsoflonefircemetery.org

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