Walls

by Energetic Action

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Recorded May, 2010

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released August 29, 2011

Engineered by Mike Tulley, produced by Mike Tulley and Energetic Action for Energetic Action Recordings.

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Track Name: Drain
Drain

Strain making circles
Hale to stop the mind
Sow from the hand
Dig and it falls out –
after a long emptying conversation I lean headlong into a shadowy meadow country between my knees
( not new to me this place, its smell like unwashed parts
forsaken skin, what little kisses we import
here – and why? the world afloat in amplitudes of lips
soon Vancouver will be sunk – then will the plains remain so dark?
I watched the candles shorten – little voices – there then not –
I felt the heat come off and knew – once a lung expiring
one long lung that burns then gone
) here there are little sparrows
they sometimes hop into the hollows to give a rustling to nothing
as I recite all over everything
I recite in empty halls
I recite on city buses
I recite inside of palms crying holy intercession
but without breath
– what to say? I listen for the laughter of another bird gone pecking
mad, that voice my own, nothing
he or she or that or if could say to which I would object:
silent provincial beaches stretching yawning mouthed bulging eared loneliness picking seeds from sand
for yet another guest to feed – or, should he come –
and should he not, well then he shant
or if he wouldn’t, I guess he can’t and
what matter if the hands stay planted long into the night?
I am empty.
Cacophony! Oh, Consonance!
I lonely rhyme
Down to where the devil groans
I reach a hand and with a fist
Persuade him up to come again
Track Name: Mud Hill
Mud Hill

i am in
then out of focus
the shaking image
on the wall
is all that’s still

i am in
then out of focus
and the blood
on the wall
is all i see

let some light in
please

who ever thought that dying
would be like this?
like losing traction so slowly
it doesn’t matter now
that my heels are gone
are mud hills
just for sliding down?

aperture
let some light in
please
Track Name: In the End
In the End

In the end it may be the people mopping the bloody streets
it may be you and me doing garbage detail pulling bodies from the water
in the end

In the end it may be that the wars they wage are brought to us
it may be you and me being gassed in our homes or shot in our homes
in the end

In the end it may be the cockroach marching victorious
we may be each one of us reduced to shadows watching tv
in the end

In the end it may be

More likely: we’ll all die old and senile
Attack of the heart – Stroke of the brain
Plug of the lung – Bored

But still so bitter never having helped anyone at all
Head – Where?
Where Where Where Where Where

More likely: you hide the blood inside your throat
and you’ll hide the blood inside your throat
and she hides the blood inside her throat
and I hide the blood inside my throat
we all hide the blood inside our throats

But still so bitter unable to help anyone at all
Cigarette in your chest – Blue needled arm
And every gesture tucked carefully from harm

More likely: we’ll all die old and senile
And the bomb may drop somewhere else
And our kids will clean up the mess

In the end it will be your children
Track Name: Wounds
Wounds

I lock the door and windows when I’m alone
I watch the door and windows when no one’s around
I look before I answer the door so you know
I see you before you see me

I keep a gun in the closet by the door
I keep a bullet in the chamber of the gun
I don’t put my hands in my pockets so you know
I am ready when you come for me

I have a freezer filled with eyes that I’ve plucked from my skull
I keep them in darkness so they can’t say what they’ve seen so I’ll tell you
I know my body better than you know me
Track Name: Doubt
Doubt

I’m scared to write
I don’t know what will come out
I’m scared to sing
I don’t know what will come out
I’m too self-conscious to create anything new
All my neuroses keep me from relating to you
Am I too self-conscious to create anything new?
Who are my friends, who are my enemies? Who exactly are you?

Embarrassment
Self-pity
Embarrassment
Self-doubt

I’m scared to talk
What if I say the wrong thing?
Scared to connect
I don’t know if I still trust
There are many for whom these feelings are normal
So much in place keeping us small
Are there others like me? Because I feel alone
So much to doubt, I will stand waiting at the door

Embarrassment
Self-pity
Embarrassment
Self-doubt
Bars over my conscious mind
and I cannot get out

Victim complex
Easy to use
Unless a change comes to this state of thought
We will always lose
Track Name: The Walls Flare in the Sun
The room looked very long
The window opened out
The walls flared in the sun
But could not stretch inside the skull
so slowly I crawled

The plains are endless so travel fast
The past is breathing on your neck

I searched Orion’s belt
I some years missing spent
Following and asking trains
Their words are silences their ends
bend to the places to which they’re sent

The plains are endless so travel fast
The distance echoes as you pass

And the footprint in the snow closes its walls
And the moon between the branches hides in clouds
And the magpie calls and then it does not call
And the moving chest of someone close is stilled
And the photos you had kept you cannot find
It’s gone from here, but reappears in your mind

The Walls Flare In The Sun
The Walls Flare In The Sun
The Walls Flare In The Sun
The Walls Flare In The Sun
The Walls Flare In The Sun
The Walls Flare In The Sun
The Walls Flare In The Sun
The Walls Flare In The Sun
The Walls Flare In The Sun
Track Name: Weasels Ripped My Flesh
Instrumental.