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Mes Villes Vol​é​s

from Temple by Micah Cone and the Em.Onay.Yay

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You've startled me once again, my friend
In my dark, lonely mind, my sweat is building itself
Up, up, up, up, up and out
Into a crystalline obelisk of torrential magnitude
A small crack will start at the top and push
Down, down, down and in
To the soft ground below
That's also slowly sinking through the frailty
Of my ego-centric slumbers
Into a massive cave that rumbles with ancient
Reverberations of a cycle fully embodied in my
Microcosmic identity

When the cycle is complete, and the tower has fallen
A new brew will slowly steep and ooze, steep and ooze
And the muck will flow out of the gaping orifice that
Is unmistakeably all of Humanity

Our dignity has been dismantled!
And startling each other in such ways
Has lost all of its former joys

But the vessel we all navigate shall hold water
For some amount of undisclosed time

Oh brother or sister of the stolen city
Hearken to my energetic cry!
Your thievery is warmly welcomed
By my gracious heart
Said heart is only due so to impositions
Others like you have flipped into existence
(Existence)
Let this find you on the way to wherever you go next
To let you know that I say 'thank you'
(Thank You)
Thank you for your insidiousness
For your courage, and your freezing outers and inners
To find some heat
Thanks for your humanity, break down on me
Show me so more humility
Through your actions, engage me in deep thought
Demand a reply!
For I, like you, am just weak sometimes
Suck that shit dry, then moisturize my rolling, withered
And explosive mind
Yea, though I will reply:
Stricken up! Slicken up!
New, one more time, in little spidered fragments
Of what once was...

Sparkling, shining and clear, a whole
A construction, red hot and alive
For a short while
Like all else
A short while
Is what we have to break through these false barriers
Like you have consciously or inadvertently done

The breeze was quite refreshing, actually
Sun beating down next day on your new coat
And new gloves
Dry them out in it, brother or sister,
Sister or mother, mother or father,
Because I'm dry now also
And in that dryness, that brittle fluidity
I have found my pirate hood!

ARRRRRGGGGGH!

A message from the stolen city, a cry, a decree!
Throw those fucking frisbees, or sell them for food
Or booze, or drugs, be where you are
Sister of the stolen city
City of the stolen spectator sport
City of stolen London, stolen New York
In my pocket, they are Stevie McQueenie
Quite a scene-e
He's still rolling along
Literally...rolling along!!!

Oh brother or sister of the stolen city,
Hearken to my energetic cry...

ARRRRRRGH!!!

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from Temple, released June 20, 2006

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