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Prose Decomposed #9: Bright Eyes — Poison Oak

Poison oak, some boyhood braveryWhen the telephone was a tin can on a stringAnd I fell asleep with you still talking to meYou said you weren’t afraid to dieIn Polaroids you were dressed in women’s clothesWere you made ashamed? Why did you lock them in the drawer?And I don’t think that I ever loved you […]

Prose Decomposed #8: Aesop Rock’s Gopher Guts

Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts; Poolside; 0 for 1 and don’t forget spoons twice Lukewarm folgers; mold on his moonpie Rooms in his home that dissipate into fruit flies Suicide lane wide load ride looting in the wake of an amicable marooning My duty go from moving in packs to sharing food with a cat. [To […]

Prose Decomposed: Iron & Wine’s “Tree By The River”

Mary Ann, do you remember, The tree by the river, When we were seventeen, I can’t ..calling in the answer, And the .. in the pasture…his teeth. I recall the sun in our faces, Stuck in our engraces and be … to change Radio and the pones we find frozen, All the thornes and the […]

Prose Decomposed #6: Owen Meaney

Uncertainty A foundation built on nothing I could see Secure in your immaculate perception The last resort I ever thought I’d exercise Now, all that I have to stand on Grieving from a different point of view I learned it’s meaning from you In life and death And continue …But faith is just a Silent […]

Prose Decomposed #5

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy  Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen […]

Prose Decomposed #4: Don McLean’s Vincent

Starry starry night paint your palette blue and grey look out on a summer’s day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodils catch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land. And now I understand what you tried […]

Prose Decomposed #3: Bob Dylan’s It’s All Over Now Baby Blue

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out the saints are comin’ through And it’s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for […]

Prose Decomposed #3: Arcade Fire Neighborhood #1

In light of their playing on Wednesday.  And me going.  8) And if the snow buries my, my neighbourhood. And if my parents are crying then I’ll dig a tunnel from my window to yours, yeah a tunnel from my window to yours. You climb out the chimney and meet me in the middle, the […]

Prose Decomposed #2

I’ve decided to rename this section from last week (the Mountain Goats’ Have To Explode being the initial entry) as Prose Decomposed, all though it’s not only prose, it’s combined with musics, which usually emphasizes anything written anyway.  But hey it rhymes. Without further ado:  Okkervil River — No Key, No Plan When I’m hosed […]

  
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