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Intro
04:24
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2. |
Desaparecere
06:10
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3. |
The Empty
04:30
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How do I stare
At squares not aglow
Learn lack of care
Your empathy is showing
Find enough within
You don't need to face the empty
Why be alone
I'm at your thumb tips
Don't speak at all
The feeling's implied
Take time for each reply
While driving alone with no reply
Panic seeps in you're wondering why
Why have I never felt alone at all
Find enough within
In between it all
Find enough within
In between it all
Oh that is where you'll find the empty
Searching for that rush of empty
We all need to face the empty
To learn to feel at all
Learn to feel at all
Learn to feel at all
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4. |
Ugly Beauty/Rant
06:03
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Rant
You cannot write a single line w/out a cosmology
a cosmogony
laid out, before all eyes
there is no part of yourself you can separate out
saying, this is memory,
this is sensation,
this is the work I care about, this is how I
make a living
it is whole, it is a whole, it always was whole
you do not “make” it so
there is nothing to integrate,
you are a presence
you are an appendage of the work, the work stems from
hangs from the heaven you create
every man / every woman carries a firmament inside
& the stars in it are not the stars in the sky
w/out imagination there is no memory
w/out imagination there is no sensation
w/out imagination there is no will, desire
history is a living weapon in yr hand
& you have imagined it, it is thus that you
“find out for yourself”
history is the dream of what can be,
it is
the relation between things in a continuum
of imagination
what you find out for yourself is what you select
out of an infinite sea of possibility
no one can inhabit yr world
yet it is not lonely
THE ONLY WAR THAT MATTERS IS THE WAR AGAINST
THE IMAGINATION
THE ONLY WAR THAT MATTERS IS THE WAR AGAINST
THE IMAGINATION
THE ONLY WAR THAT MATTERS IS THE WAR AGAINST
THE IMAGINATION
ALL OTHER WARS ARE SUBSUMED IN IT
There is no way out of a spiritual battle
There is no way you can avoid taking sides
There is no way you can not have a poetics
no matter what you do: plumber, baker, teacher
you do it in the consciousness of making
or not making
yr world
There is no way out of the spiritual battle
the war is the war against the imagination
you can’t sign up as a conscientious objector
the war of the worlds hangs here, right now, in the balance
it is a war for this world, to keep it
a vale of soul-making
the taste in all our mouths is the taste of power
and it is bitter as death
bring yr self home to yrself, enter the garden
the guy at the gate w/ the flaming sword is yrself
the war is the war for the human imagination
and no one can fight it but you/ & no one can fight it for you
–Diane di Prima (1985)
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Anyone
Anyone
Anyone
Anyone
You can blame me
Try to shame me
And still I'll care for you
You can run around
Even put me down
Still I'll be there for you
The world may think I'm foolish
They can't see you like I can
Oh but anyone who knows what love is
Will understand
I just feel so sorry
For the ones who pity me
Cause they just don't know
They don't know what happiness and love can be
I know to ever let you go
Oh is more than I could ever stand
Oh but anyone who knows what love is
Will understand
Will understand
Will understand
Will understand
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6. |
Cold Sand
06:54
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Cold sand
Between my soles again
How can one hold a new amend
Sad one you stun
Stay where my eyes can't stare upon you
No you
Sold through my only claim to you
Now we have only pride to prove
If being present is ideal
Maybe presence should be real
Stay where my eyes can't stare
Upon you
No you
Stay where my eyes can't stare
Cold sand will fill the air
So stay where my eyes can't stare
Upon you
No you
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7. |
Count On Me
05:05
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Crawl to me
Make me bleed
Take me down
And I'll fall forward into this
Obsessive
Fated state of love
Cover me
With your hands
Round my neck
And feel the burn of love in
This obsessive world
I don't sway very easily
You can count on me
Count on me
Say you're here
And it won't be clear
I can't count on you
Count on you
It's ok we'll just swallow everything
Mind is playing sour tricks and surely you should know that
You can't live as though it happens everyday
Run run run as fast as you can say the words
And you'll be far away
I don't sway very easily
You can count on me
Count on me
Say you're here
And it won't be clear
I can't count on you
Count on you
It's ok we'll just swallow everything
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Chris McCarthy New York
"Pianist and composer Chris McCarthy is proving to be one of the most imaginative and impressive forces on the New York jazz scene."-Hot House Jazz Magazine.
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