dose one:
star fish, alive, and liquid on the lighthouse stoop.

why?:
the saturday morning four window spotlight
turns into stained sunday bed sheets,
and back again in the end.

dose one:
speaking voices, swapped for specs, the keen eye titles litter,
"after all i found it."

why?:
circle k, shitty coffee, (boomerang) hunger pangs to beans,
(boomerang) the guy's on the corner with a broken can opener.

dose one:
dirt shirts, plastic flower print,
poet headed for bore, the messenger practice.

why?:
a tactile cactus.

dose one:
leaders in the making us drought system.

why?:
no lattice around the naked edges of a trash heap art piece,
i raise my eyebrows when somebody calls me clothed.

dose one:
hands off, better to feel our width.
trash heaple collecting ex-presidents next door,
lodging the lump in our throats.

why?: god's daughter's built for speed, lives on the fourth floor,
we're in the basement.

dose one:
gas main office, tenants speaking.

why?:
where the marionettes hang waiting for wet hands
to stiffen the limp pen.

dose one and why?:
fuck the fashion show.

crumbled bubble limbo's window trapped.

dose one and why?:
trim brushes, paint buckets, second story roof tag,
what it means to have an artist plug a black hole with mortar.
close circuit walk home, broken brick and lease is up,
house is open, keyhole empty.
meet you out in california, rucksack, sleeping on nude beaches,
performing for our dimes and nickels.
sewerside on street corners speaking out our piece,
we'll till the land with a pulled up parking meter
'til the soil churns to wind.
a stretched taffy howl to peacock plume our haircuts,
the painted pigeon dessert's a crust of bread.
the former melon's rhine and open empty shell,
which ones get the poets' bedrooms?
and kicks the pebble loose, a sylvan lot, its painted rail,
a horde of cricket carcasses.

why?:
the same old hat.

dose one:
under open sky sound.

why?
big difference.

dose one:
listen to my head.

dose one and why?:
twin prince dilutions, skip their last super, caislavie, chachkees.
bags packed in boxes our thrones in the dumpster, bonvoyage.

why?:
red

dose one:
pipe

dose one and why?:
33 e. mcmillan st. apt.


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Apt. A, Part 2 song meanings
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    General CommentA tactile cactus.
    EyeRollerFiascoon November 16, 2011   Link
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    General CommentI'm pretty sure this band has Adam Drucker from Subtle.
    The opening to this song gives me the shivers.
    DeadHazzyon January 25, 2007   Link
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    General Commentumm duh it sounds like adam drucker. adam drucker goes by doseone. he is also in themselves, deep puddle dynamics, subtle, 13 & god, clouddead, greenthink. i think thats it but i might be missing some but any way he is awesome and he flows with yoni wolf so well they play off eachother like they were one person
    quickenson April 06, 2007   Link

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