Collected Works 2005​-​08

by David Knight

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1.
04:27
we made our own little houses out of clay and children to play with fire to burn all our names into the wood we shaped into knives to claim our own little place in the sandbox to hide from the monsters and demons we made out of clay though they came from our imagination - - - now greed and temptation follow from here we have always known we've seen from the earliest ages only now, only now it's full-grown
2.
there it goes crawls out the window you terrorize no one more than i but i'm not dead i'm very much alive tears running all night all night come on what are you afraid of? pick up your feet malinger no more i'm not dead i'm very much alive mind racing all night all night
3.
millions of cell phones are trained on my ear built-in computer taps and drugs for my fears i'm all they have it could be anyone else's luck. muscles and nervous system are you there ? brain stem make him get out of his chair i'm all i have i'm in the middle of a bad, bad dream. all i can do all i can even think about is running away from all the bills i have to pay tap into my line make some harmony all i can do all i can even think about is taking my soul anywhere i wanna go weaving my life into a twisted harmony it's a brainchip in the motor cortex take it offline power off the server abandon your post it could be anyone else's luck. how do i get out of here? it's one man to reverse
4.
i have to say don't wanna believe that it's a passing phase i wanna believe in life after death don't wanna disappear into full-blown nothingness so don't delay the clouds are peeling back on another day no time to play it safe when there's hell to raise your spell to break gotta get this crooked line running straight so would you please leave me in peace would you spare me the gried i want a carefree love and not a tease so would you leave me alone i hate to say it but this whole affair was always ill-fated cos i'm just a little boy in grown-up clothes what do i know about a cynical borderline schizo have i lost my mind to an idealized notion of you? do you understand? cos i don't understand you anymore.
5.
03:13
hands tied and torn in tow some part of me was left with you and it won't blow over my desert bloom i sit up in bed a screw loose in my head torn in two the better part of me is at the zoo with the monkeys and it won't blow over my desert bloom dear desert bloom it will all be over soon my desert bloom dear desert bloom we'll return to our present moods my desert bloom dear desert bloom it will all be over soon
6.
03:26
7.
04:48
you say "wait for a way to make your kind of life one that sticks" under rainfall you wait with me every week fingers get so numb one waves an adieu one builds an igloo for the coming year gobbles me up and while i transcend biologic ends on a sea of ice you will learn the sun apropos of your impatient goodbye some days an anvil these cartoon scandals blow everywhere leaves me so numb once i start to know u the cold takes ahold chills everything the shovel is no fun and while i transcend biologic ends on a sea of ice you will have learned the sun apropos of your impatient goodbye who doesn't yearn for a jangly pocketful of change? a happy-go-lucky reservoir of peptides in my brain? irresolute evolutions culminating in apocryphal refrains? an igloo on an arctic sea you're little spot on the distant arctic plain
8.
04:12
we are lost in the wilderness wholly incapable of happiness we are lost in another kiss wholly incapable of feeling a lonely shower falls it's time we break these outer walls we are lost in the wilderness wholly incapable of happiness we are lost in another kiss wholly incapable of feeling a lonely shower falls it's time we depart from it all
9.
u may be right about me but i intend to find the answer i'm not a hypocrite i'm just saying you are the antichrist takes one to know not that you even care coz, well, you're insane i'm not kind of guy that gives you pride only you can turn the tide and should you fall into anyone's hands well baby you can just die, cry just remember... i'll be your pot of coffee i'll be your cigarette i'll be the movie u put on to fall asleep to if you would love me like in olden days kiss all those fantasies goodbye i'll be your pot of coffee i'll be the boy upstairs kiss all those fantasies goodbye and just kiss me i'll be the movie star you're dying to go to sleep with
10.
airplanes fly above i look up to find them gone and the heavens open up pouring rivers upon the ground and the fortune cooking was lying when it said things were looking up cos it doesn't look so on my end it's neither cozy nor rosy it's a zigzag parade all the streets are full of rain i'm a tourist in my skin with no sense of where i've been and if the sun dripped from my lips i'd break my nose to catch it like the fool i am maybe these thoughts are the planes that would explain where they've gone and maybe the rain is a metaphor for the conscious will of god and the fortune cooking is meaningless without a satisfied mind and that's why the notions and feelings i get are neither cozy nor rosy it's a zigzag parade all the streets are full of rain i'm a tourist in my skin with no sense of where i've been and if the sun dripped from my lips i'd break my nose to catch it like the fool i am

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This hodge-podge of aural glimpses into my musical thinking runs the gamut from lo-fi minimally produced [demo] tracks to more elaborate productions. Some are gems, some are raw and uncut. All contain the blueprint of my soul ...

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released October 1, 2008

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