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Integral Domain

by Ian Craig

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sometimes you wake up and pine for that reverie other times you sip from a cup and sink a bullet into that dream there's no love lost there there's a house in desperate need of repair so much for american ideals built on the blood of innocent men bring me one last meal i will have nothing left to defend and stain my blood on your privileged hands dry my bones wear them as jewelry you're as charming as smallpox wiping out the native man you're a derelict love song crafted in royalty
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you are a book of matches and i'm your accelerator, yeah you think that striking yourself isn't going to give me that spark but those tears do nothing but turn me on, baby the way your sides flare out give me nothing but motive finger moving down your face angular, but with purpose which side are you going to be on when that day comes? i've got you in a come-hither motion locked by the hands in your hair you are an immobile kite trapped in the tree of my desire and i'm dousing you so that when you strike again there's nothing available to burn
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you'd think by now that my calluses would have crusted over and you'd think by now that i'd learn how to heal a broken heart but i'm as cold as unpaid bills and i'm as distant as the closest friends look around surely there must be better options you'd think by now that the realization of who i really am would have reached out of the ground and slapped you with a comically large glove cartoon and cadmium red photographed in newspaper off-white what do you want me to say? should count myself lucky 1 2 3 and 4 i can't count myself at all
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i've been waiting here for what feels like my life for the road to ruin to swing wide its beautiful gates and hurl me down in sulfuric splendor or for that enormous lion to roar ride that horse and grab hold of its pestilent mane i've got the locust by the hand and i'm laughing the whole way down swinging my broad sword decapitating the firstborns how's that frog in your throat? tracing your outline with my tongue like your body is coated in honey and i'm dying to have an aneurysm the rivers turn to blood and i'm here holding you waiting to be hurled down in sulfuric splendor
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time to get real animated ask me to clean up my own mess treacherous on foreign soil going global match-making ooh, baby, you've got me by your tugs scratching the nape of my neck rock out in the back seat with one headphone in the other dangling over that cross necklace well, your secret's out my light's out time for lights out time to get real animated bruise my heel strike your head i can hardly wait
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folderol, folderol, folderol take it all, take it all, take it all these arms are ready to hold you i'm a talented motherfucker and you are spitting on my grave when you look at me like that say my name, baby i can feel you buck against my chest cracked spine echoing in solitude "save yourself" is what you say "lie to yourself" is what you mean are you indoctrinated in mind? put that mouth on me let me taste that sweat feel my stubble hit your skin pretend i'm an illegal alien and you are quartering me, baby pretend i'm dr. frankenstein kiss that bolt of lightening right through me, girl
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Heaven Sent 02:50
feel you pull away from my grip am i causing you embarrassment? brain deciding, last switch to flip 'cause baby, i'm heaven sent you want to know dejected think it's gonna get you through the next day i'm tired of the daily pleb drink poisoned well enter the fray matter is all around us and yet matter makes absolutely no sense so this is broken trust choose a side, break down the fence well, baby, this is my argument this is my call to action this is my barbarosa my tank is stuck and i sputter out grease my track, yeah, defrost my heart, yeah
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Directives 01:36
wingtip shoes and a sharp haircut pressed against your body pleated chino take hold of my wheel direct me, oh yeah, direct me thank you, you say want to have another? 'cause this is the best you will ever feel holding you down and constricting that flow like a spectator like a participant direct me, oh yeah, direct me graze that beautiful face taking hold of the wheel
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oh girl i leak sensuality and you can't vibe with what is not yours can't trace me on that pay phone, baby i put the quarter in the slot except you to pull right in to the lot i got my helmet on i am strapped in ever so tight tell me like it is you give me all the reasons to run away but they draw me closer in a coital womb and i'm kicking, baby i want to be free i'm ready to come out spank you on the bottom and get this all started out on the tortilla flat out on the threshing floor glean me, baby treat me like a tax collector
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so much for pathos give me a little more than that solemn glance you are the cliff i'm an expert at jumping down dashed on rocks you are the bike let me be the card that grinds your spokes are you brave enough to take my hand? i'm waterlogged don't complicate all this don't push for definitions hell has closed its doors full of accountants, ceos, and police officers give the world the middle finger place that soft hand on my chest you are a lemming i'll follow you down blindly you can't see through me i won't let you
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i want to lay down be immobile, baby so get those shoes on and come on over let up the night with that smile iridescent greens velvet lining don't make this more than it ought to be i'm cold i'm untouchable let me be immobile get those shoes on and come on over
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think of fifteen reasons lay them all out on the crystal table why would you fall for that? i give you plan a like it's going to require plan b i feel you breathe in like we're going to be locked here forever until the eventual decline or the eventual demise falling hard like we're the roman empire like we're a dynasty reclined why haven't you fallen for that? i give you fifteen reasons all of them flawless like algebra, like porcelain run through finite fields feel the rain strike your bare back kiss me like you mean it like your best efforts are wasted on me looping your fingers through my belt thanks for waiting until the eventual decline to share your real face can't we lay here forever locked in this embrace plasticine memory
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there's the risk you take when your right foot leads your left as you breathe the air in and lack a focus on death feel it rise up again conduit to push through your doubt as you evade him on the corner asking to be helped out and you angrily reject handcuffs on subpoenaed suspect asking for the rolls of thunder because you don't want to own his hunger you've run a risky game by mere existence expect you to cry out but there's no onion to mince nor a gracious depth to a charcoal hard heart taught to love one another yet no idea how to start so you angrily reject tried and true American defect asking for rumbles of thunder because you don't have to own his hunger

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released January 30, 2016

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Ian Craig Columbus, Ohio

Math dude by day, weirdo musician by night. Runs Little Pigeon Tapes.

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