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Tomorrow's Problem
03:00
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up all night on a Sunday
Like I don't give a shit about Monday
But the heavy eyes and yawnin'
Are tomorrow's problem
This THC and nicotine
Burger King and Micky D's
Are distractions made for stalling
Tomorrow's problem
But the sun comes up
And tomorrow's still on the hook
For getting me unstuck
But I'll attempt to stifle
Some tongue twisted metaphor
I'm sure that you understand cycles
I must admit I've considered it
That I'm pushing my luck and I can't outwit
That encroaching threatening goblin
Of tomorrow's problem
the days they come and weeks they go
They come for months, to seasons grow
'Til that menacing autumn
Of tomorrow's problem
But the leaves turn brown
And whaddya know, here we go
Right back around
And I'll attempt to stifle
Some condescending metaphor
I'm sure that you understand cycles
the laundry's piled high
My bed is like a sty
Empty boxes of cigarettes
And the bags and cans you might expect
But eventually I'll clean
And hopefully I'll glean
Some threshold of tolerance
To be ascribed to other aspects
Of responsibilities
That I'll complete with ease
So I can thread the bobbin
And stitch and patch tomorrow's problem
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2. |
Slow-Mo Hobo
03:46
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I'm gonna tie myself a bindle
Pack it full of food
A few extra pairs of socks and underwear
A sewing kit and a few more tools
Gonna hop myself a freighter
Run along side the tracks
Make a little bed of hay to lay my head
I'll drift off and not come back
As far as I can see
there’s no need
To even bring a watch
I'll be a slow-mo hobo
Go anywhere the wind blows
No more dough owed
Except from the pies off windows
I'll have some stone cold crow beaus
mark my foes with secret codes
I'll be a slow-mo hobo
So everywhere feels like home
I'm gonna knock on the door
Of the next farm house I see
Ask if they could use my hands
For a few bucks and some company
I'll pull up weeds and feed the sheep
Swap stories with the farmer's son
I'll thank them kindly for the cash
Tie my bindle, then keep moving on
At this tempo
Adagietto
So much different than this song
With my new found riches
I'll buy a sandwich and a bath
And a pack of smokes, sell one for a joke
Wealthy in darts and laughs
And the few bucks I might have left
I'll save to pad my shoes
For a rainy day or for sunny play
Or if I settle somewhere new
There’s no worth
To knowing it’s the first
If you don’t have to pay rent
I'll mark the time
By the sun
Let it flow
Like rivers run
It might stretch out
Like these endless rails
It might compress
But who knows or cares?
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3. |
Fantasia Express
02:01
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We're all tiny toons
A trip to the moon
In linear stop-motion time
Like Betty boop
In a cycled loop
We dance and step and mime
we've rotoscoped our motions
Made dynamic backgrounds
CGI rendered likeness
Score in 5.1 surround
We go 'round the facts
Like Lionel tracks
Our city scaled to lies
With paper churches
Toothpick birches
Constructed ideal lives
Descend into the model
A tiny handmade paradise
Designed specifications
Of whimsy, taste, and vibe
Where we can outrun time
Let's face it,
We're escapists
Who always need another life
One where physics
And the cynics
Can go take a fuckin hike
With all that's wrong with reality
You can hardly fault taking a leave
So for our health
Let's lose ourselves
Inside our wildest dreams
Animated fantasies
Stitched with train track seams
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4. |
Lightspeed
04:25
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I Leave the city through the tunnel
In the darkness I might find
A little light bent at the end
But most I’ve left behind
Into New Jersey’s shadowed garden
The sun is in my eyes
Heading west would have been best
In the morning’s eastern shine
But I’ll follow the road to home
as behind me turns to night
I chase the setting sun
Towards the horizon
It sank below
Now just a glow
But I get a bit confused
Because filling my rear view
Is haze
From a city scape
when i navigate by light
New York’s is a fright-
-ening one
A second setting sun
Through hours of Pennsylvania
Lumbering mountains loom
From peaks i can peek shining cities
Good - I need to stop for gas soon
Onto flattened out Ohio
Rub my eyes with my sleeve
The light I’m focusing on now
Must be Akron or the Cleve
These roads all look the same
Passing under my headlights
I’ve never learned to find
The North Star in the sky
Orion’s sparkled eyes
Or my mind’s relative size
I can never discern in time
planes or satellites
Planets or fireflies
Semis or Christmas lights
big cities or the sunrise
at dawn
so ill just keep driving on
Once I get to Indiana
Another coffee and a stretch
The light now keeping me awake
The cherry on my cigarette
Behind me dawn begins to crack
Leaking rays into the sky
But Chicago’s penultimate glow
Looks like a western sunrise
One last push though the city traffic
The streetlights turn off as I park
i flee the rising sun
from the mirrored horizon
it creeps above
one last final shove
but i get turned around
because filling up my foreground
is haze
another city scape
so i navigate by light
my bedside lamp inviting
me home
to rest my bones
I flip off the switch
As dawn shines bright and rich
Through my window
A warm pleasing glow
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At the beginning of everything
On the big bang's exponent arc
The two from one stellar atoms
Became our respective sparks
(the entire history of the universe)
Just before pure heat death
At penultimate entropy
The last two embracing molecules
Will be from you and me
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Weston Payne Chicago, Illinois
Solo project of Daniel Weston Payne. Usually some sort of mix of electronic and natural elements, songs about driving and philosophical thought experiments
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