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Montecarlo

by Folk Damone

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1.
Sad Street 05:11
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Violins and trumpets Cellos and trombones Torpedoes chase the water The sky is filled with drones And the square is empty Where we used to meet Even the dogs are crying On Sad Street I hear a woman screaming In a house across the way The hand that shows no mercy Came and took her man away Now the kids are playing volleyball On both sides of the net Tonight they will get a visit But they dont now it yet Come closer, come closer Im lost in the clover The fear will be gone when its over The war is never over Until the last man falls The party has just started When a stranger calls Pilots falling from the sky Into fields of the dying The trumpet sounds, a cat meows Even the dogs are crying Come closer, come closer Im lost in the clover The fear will be gone when its over And the square is empty Where people used to meet Even the dogs are crying On Sad Street Even the dogs are crying On Sad Street
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Montecarlo 03:45
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In You 07:46
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In you Rests a city fractured in glassy timpani skies Pulled across faces airy with time Blurred in the petrified etch of bone Unstretched, loose, thinly divined and found In you This city that was my city Now facaded by mesmeric elves Pounding sandworms into primer holes Peering through badly textured gelatins Looking for hard nails that can be found only In you This place where the children play inside Corpses dried to dust before they died False butterflies crawling out of jinxed cocoons Into the fluttering open hand of a child in the child In you A dish of butter A dish of mayonnaise An artichoke heart divided A city divided against its own city A river divided against your flesh A river divided against my bone Mysterious grasses between the bread Browning the nests of birds and crashing them Into you This open mouth, this broken beak, These buildings warped and smiling through plastered arms, Mud layers slapped around windows where kangaroo ghosts Watch baby birds feeding In you Sediment is scraped from the city’s eyes And we see ourselves still hatching Through shell upon shell upon shell upon shell upon shell upon shell Of tree circles slashed across your belly in birth strokes of hot paint Pressing compass points of numbered fingers against the wall, Aside the wall, into the wall A circular shiver of touch Opening In you Children, lost in candied forests where stale gingerbread breaks the witch’s teeth, Feed on the caramelized windows of slivered houses In the rotten wrappings of a city restored In you The city restored The ashes recovered The avenues reborn The air the air of the air before Off inlets In you Projection booth lights of third avenue movie houses fill jazz clubs and art supply stores with “Une Parisienne,” “Curse of the Faceless Man,” and the rhino safari of hatari hunters pairing off like gaffers and costume designers in rented trailers on location in Africa, France, and Mexico In you Attendants return from their jobs in elevators to padlocked gaming rooms where padlocked actors perform dreadful re-enactments of “A Christmas Carol” to audiences glimpsing Jim Morrison’s shredded snake prostate through a curtain of 27 years in which I dwelt undestinated Without you While the helpless fell in love with the dead And the haircuts fell in love with the haircuts And the lipgloss fell in love with the lipgloss But the mothers never fell in love with the fathers And the brides never fell in love with the grooms But now the pawnbrokers have returned to first avenue And I fall in love With you.
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Telegraph Avenue 02:44
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Boy of the Year 04:40
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When I was Boy of the Year They made a mask of my face Those who refused to wear it Met a terrible fate When I knocked out the Italian Stallion In a Golden Gloves fight I was the King of Philadelphia But only for one night I knew I could do better So I put an end to war And rearranged our RNA Sickness was no more The officer and the laughing girl Were painted by Vermeer I was alone on the cover of Time Magazine The Man of the Year None of it was real All was done for sport My life had too many chapters All of them too short I traded the gifts of the spirit For the fruit of the flesh At the reconciliation My brain was repossessed Man of the Year Boy of the Hour Child of the rain brings life To Our Lady the Flowers
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Last of the Democrats 03:31
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truman had a sign on his desk it read "the buck stops here" somewhere down the line that sign disappeared pass the buck to joe round and round it goes where it stops, you dont want to know some call me a stooge some call me a quack i might not be much of a president but im a helluva quarterback you can only call a man a man if hes a woman you can only call a woman a woman if shes a man you can only call a person with a high IQ a retard and a perfecly co odinated athelete a spazz a fish is not a fish unless its a elephant a horse is not a horse unless is a snake a liar is the one who tells the truth the honest cop is the one who is on the take there once was a man who knew the way to go but he was was running a club just like john doe there will always be copycats, autocrats, plutocrats, but tulsi was the last of the democrats
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Kruladip 06:16
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written by Folk Damone piano Folk Damone
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Venus 03:23
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There is a planet called Eden In the Western skies With budding life, it is bursting forth And nothing ever dies But in the East, hearts are torn And eaten from the breast We give a piece in tribute to the devil and death
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Ambulance Chaser 03:14
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Your Cruddy Face 03:10
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i throw the food back into your face you ask me whats the matter ill never take another taste of your cruddy face on a silver platter your glocky eyes your crusted ears your reflux throat your mouth a smear pile it all up my plate it wont be as bad as what i just ate you roll the dough with your left hand the metallic taste of a wedding band you spit on the crust and fill the pie with birds of prey and sugared lies your nose falls off and still it leaks the pus is running down down your cheeks your phlem comes loose each time youcough and dribbles down into the broth i throw the food back into your face you ask me whats the matter ill never take another taste of your cruddy face on a silver platter
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The Year The World Stood Still 06:22
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waiting for the laundress to press and fold my clothes i watch three buses go by witth no passengers taxos the avenue none can find a fare a few stores are till open bit there isnothing on the shelves chorus it wasnt just one innocent on the row not even a natipn quarentned at guantanamo world, interruted from beijing to brazil life, interrupted in the year the world stood still the rabbits on my balcony refuse to leave their cage the rabid dogs are silent now having lost all their rage the slickest wheler dealers are down on their luc someone opens up a window because the sliding doors are stuck chorus a pigeon stumbles from its perch onto a sicky trap i try to help him out but im afraid his legs wil snap so i take a two by four and smash that bird to bits toss the mess into a bag and throw it to the shit chorus papa drank all the whiskey mama polished off the beer theres nothing much to celebrate on new years eve this year as the slobs of the old world order take their place on tv i look into the future but there is nothng much to see chorus

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released February 9, 2021

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