Building A Desert

by Side Street Walker

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1.
2 over 2 am I too late I emailed a rep at heaven’s gate Please, what to do Is it now or never for you Is it now or never for you I invent things, I want to hear Expect guidance, without a prayer Read the textbooks Avoid their truths Stoics and bibles are not much of any use Well genesis man, it strikes me as a bit dry The mediations made me afraid to die Well that's not the point Well that's not the point What is the point anymore Sampled the pamphlets from my college campus So much for wasting even more of my time I bought a watch that claimed to regulate my sleep It doesn't work when there's like a million sheep and I read a story about an horla The idea felt all too familiar I read some dada while sitting in a daycare All I learned is where the name came, for cabaret voltaire 2 over 2 am I too late I emailed a rep at heaven’s gate Please, what to do Is it now or never for you Is it now or never for you I invent things I want to hear Expect guidance, without any prayers Read the textbooks but avoid their truths Your vedas and agamas, they are no use and I read some dada while sitting in a daycare I learned where the name came for cabaret voltaire That's a lot of hoops for one man to jump through So don't tell me looking at the sky, makes shit come true Am I too late Am I 2 over 2 am I too late I emailed a rep at heaven’s gate Please, what to do Is it now or never for you Is it now or never for you
2.
Buffy keeps getting letters Asking her if she'll subscribe to sports illustrated But why read the graphic novel When it's live every night on the television She wants to go on a complicated adventure One that starts in a 1960s train station Complete with a film noir aesthetic Despite color being a thing For over half a century Buffy settles for her dreams if hitchcock won't return my calls I'll write the damn thing Buffy wakes up in a small albanian village It bears an uncanny resemblance to telluride Colorado She gets a burger for brunch Takes one bite And then she locks eyes With A man who's just showered in a carwash Wearing a wedding ring With an off switch Is that a bit convenient Why yes it is How's the airline food he says I wouldn't know I've never been Not enough leg room for me He says, well just for you my truck has plenty And so they're off Borrowing from the playbook of america In which the only page reads go long Long away Long away indeed Between you and me let's pretend she tipped the waitress off screen As you'll see on tv
3.
Garden State 02:37
So listen there's this voice that whistles through the trees You can hear it calling out from weird state magazines But there's more than just some simple devil We've got depression and sand in the cellar Now the ac hums usually put me to sleep They help block karaoke bugs from your dreams Well paint drying man it has nothing On the southbound state of things You'll learn to love that strange odor Like something from a new years party Aisles full of chowder And beer at the bowling alley What should we do And where to go There's not much to do And nowhere to go we ‘ll walk to the graveyard And take it slow And rip it up, tear it up, dig it up, kick it up rip it up, tear it up, dig it up, kick it up No Not today honey I hear all the jocks are learning how to escape Losing brain cells from chewing on chalkboard flakes I like to drink from someone's childhood river By the roadside memorials that make me shiver You'll see an awful lot of hats but not a lot of cattle Stainless flags with no links to the battles Swing by and you can come and see me Where the old railroad used to meet the sea , And you'll learn to love that strange odor Like something from a new years party Aisles full of chowder And beer at the bowling alley What should we do And where to go There's not much to do And nowhere to go we ‘ll walk to the graveyard And take it slow And rip it up, tear it up, dig it up, kick it up rip it up, tear it up, dig it up, kick it up No That's for tomorrow honey
4.
Starts when you go abroad Come back and find your room small Starlight give my soul a squeeze No exhaust fumes from the city Play with sharks they like the taste of sand Ask them nice and they will share Alice stuck in spiderland Ravens feast by my desk That i can appreciate That there's an indian name for every lake When i get complacent time tends to skip away I'll forget until i will regret one day Watch for squirrels on the street They forget which side has food to eat Radio tower from the war Maybe i'll carve my name in it once more That i can appreciate But not the cars dressed up in anime paint When i get complacent time tends to skip away I'll forget until i will regret one day When i get complacent time tends to skip away I'll forget until i will regret one day Tell me why is this so Ive tripped and fallen nose first into a rose I walk barefoot down the street Lay on the beach still wearing jeans Am i coarse or too angry The waves lap at my feet so gently
5.
My Friend 02:47
I heard a friend say I got all these things to do Errands and work Objects to bash my shins into Things i can't remember Nightmares i've had More sleepless nights Then pugsley addams dad I made a list Of everything that sucks I just kept going Its a whole page fuck Appointments i have missed Days best to forget No wonder i expect to wake up Face down in a pool of cold sweat Seems it's been some busy days lately Every one the busiest of days It seems it's been some busy days lately Every one the busiest of days He laughs and says Well that's not the ending Mistakes always come after the second act I made another list Much like the first Just for the things that aren't the worst Full of food to eat And movies to watch Beers to drink While playing hopscotch Talks to get lost in Jokes to laugh about Porches to sit on Ah shoot, my inks run out And it seems it's been some busy days lately Every one the busiest of days It seems it's been some busy days lately Every one the busiest of days
6.
I turned west Towards what i'm looking for No concrete fields Or signs of restore the shore In this way All the senses seem to blend Your miles ahead Of what's remembered last Tell my mama Im sorry I need to give this thing a try Tell my mama I'll get there But for now this is a goodbye I pressed the gas Until the tank ran dry Then i walked No goal in sight My souls gave out Trust me i had my doubts And with bare feet I slept on the concrete And dreamed of all the forgotten highways I have went down Down the dirt turnoffs Where high school athletes Are never found This is my life now Not very pretty A footnote In my own biography A stranger No shoes or coat Ain't dreams little when your will wont work And where i wander Boy i wonder When did i roll that dice Tell my mama im sorry I shoulda taken her advice I lay there Never the strength to open my eyes Is this where the road ends Below a starry night well i'm a starlite walker Prancing above all the white lines And there in the distance finally i can read Those pearly letters decree It's a welcome sign Tell my mama i have arrived Shoeless in montana Tell my mama i have arrived Shoeless in montana
7.
The Tourist 03:03
Heart of a sinner Soul of a saint Maybe you're neither I only see through the window Nothing more than a game to me A screen for podcast folk A tourist on a single street A mirror without smoke Something to think of As my stop draws near How a little transparence Reflects thoughts within you Always moving Down colorful hills I like your cherry jacket Oh the short lived thrill Sometimes im content Just being still Sometimes im content Just being still
8.
Chose wrong before and yeah i'll do it again Are you another man pretending to be a man American dream say hi to russian roulette Kids these days they are only worth their debt Avocado greens and vancouver palm trees Quiet and enjoy the longest summer breeze 10 hours down that means 2 more to go Sick degree is it also just for show and Well i don't know what is getting me home Tip toeing between traffic and life Yeah i don't know what is getting me home Tip toeing between traffic tonight On the verge of dying Cmon lets push that weight down On the verge of dying We’ll make no sound No zodiacs man yeah a bit too old of that Chat over cream candles and cheap cognac Born just in time to have to deal with all this Are you another lost and pissed off alias Peaceful nights but yeah mute the tv You never sweat your head off or talked through canned strings Can't wait to be a captain of the fire By living in the frying pan and Well i don't know what is getting me home Tip toeing between traffic and life Yeah i don't know what is getting me home Tip toeing between traffic tonight On the verge of dying Cmon lets push that weight down On the verge of dying Cmon glue my lips now On the verge of dying No lips make no sound On the verge of dying Cmon lets push that weight down We’re on the verge of dying There's supposed to be no sound

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Oh where to wander,
along sand that traces the brain,
a safe and silly drifting,
a state of perfect harmony and stillness,
thinking about everything,
and absolutely nothing.

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released June 30, 2021

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