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Tom Hanks

by Light Black

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1.
So here I am. The houses aligned like graves, Doorsteps between womb and tomb, But not emanating feelings of being depraved. Matters may seem compact in the grand scheme of things, So let me dissolve into you, Give meaning to the longevity of urgency. I'm not dictating anything from this front view seat, It's merely a door yet to be closed. And so here we are, where we've always been. Cracked light reflects particles, proof of the aging times. Strange that these things don't happen for a reason.
2.
Watched it all happen through the crack in the door Strange these things don't happen for a reason Just born of that and lost in time Warm summer breeze replaced with that cold feeling Caught in the pitch, cross fading, null the absolutes Matter seeping through the pores fibers undone This body is not mine, not anymore Insects tearing through My skeleton, winding stairs Finger nails, broken glass. sift through inconsistencies that bond us, a caring choke hold Past tides have gone and time wouldn't stand still like I thought it would And I thought it would The days oh how they came felt like months but they turned into years What once was limbo, crashing, like an avalanche, salvaged that. Somehow if I dug deep enough I would find where root turned to branch. I'm going to find that good thing in everyone, in everyone. Formless, flowing to the source See you, made you a mother and wife Lust inside, lust inside. The corner that you put me in. The corner that you put me in. If we were younger, same mistakes, born that of love or was it something else. Then all of the sudden Pulses were struggling How could anything exist when it didn't? The respiratory system playing a joke. Hoped that it would, it didn't. Hoped that it would, it didn't.
3.
Children, we will not be hungry soon. Bled for ourselves and no one else, We put forth and pull back. Children, feel not what life I choose. You will be forever changed. Forgotten, not new. Children, we will not be hungry soon. Bled for ourselves and no one else, We put forth and pull back. Children, feel not what life I choose. You will be forever changed. Forgotten, not new. Not new. Center stage, exits a prayer. The winters were cold, But what lay beneath, Will freeze them over. We'll keep this forever. We'll still freeze over. What it is, and what it will never be. You won't say it, But we won't make it. We could save it But we will never make it. Outspoken. Dishearten. Tear it, that exoskeleton we hold dear. Disengagement. Shed tears over the monsters we create in ourselves.
4.
Basil 01:53
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Driving across state lines. Thought of what you and the kids would like. So long ago. With every thought that was undone, packaged up so well. (So well) I'm free now but my mind is a hell. Took one of the books that we wrote in so long ago. Is there even a point when there is no one to read it? No self reflection to ever come of this. I feel as if it could of never happened. We try so hard to undo the things we love. Pulling out, uprooted, departed. There could of been one time when we thought they were important but we were so wrong and a connection is not worth the sacrifice. Not anymore. I'm clawing through the stale book shelves of my mind, you could say I'm desperate but we're all desperate. I've given up long ago but I'll never have the guts to admit it to myself. Perpetuation of brain waves, sparking in a line. Deprivation of desperation. The sensory's data at a loss, like a dull blade cutting through the wind. Carving the block of that post but it's just not in time.
7.
Franklin 03:35
It's sickening, the sounds we make. When our goddamn hearts, they break. Silence could be more... Deafening! at least to me... I hear the ghostly echos, I've seen the devil shine through you at night. It looks an awful lot like me. It must be hard... It must be hard, to make your decisions through somebody else. (or so I think!) We seem to hold onto anything, that we can get a hold onto. I imagine the walls sinking down. Decades spent pushing them down, deep inside. I'd imagine it'd be somewhere to hide? I hear the ghostly figures, formulating their echoes. Let my tombstone be unmarked, the ground untouched. It's okay... It's okay. (There's not much mystery anymore... There's not much mystery anymore... There's not much mystery anymore... There's not much mystery anymore... There's not much mystery anymore... There's not much mystery anymore...)
8.
There is an answer to every mystery It just takes a will to solve them Let's write letters to the future us Roads and maps never ventured, And with the path never beaten Fill envelopes of leaving motions I wrote a letter because I wanted to know If it went at all it was a little like this. "You packed our bags but didn't make room for two. So now I'm here, where I was left to wait for you." There's a rosary in my synapsis It's connected to everything that binds us You want to tie down the hatches before all the truth comes out? "God I wish it wasn't all lie, I wanted to hate you for the life you never put in me" What and who lies dormant? I can't feel myself So why would you? Paper rips in hands, From the center and into two. All gone, all gone. All gone, all gone, No matter what, You did this to drown me out, So drown me out. There's end to every story You just have to look for it.
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Slick Rick 03:01
Woke up as the teeth sank in, was it a wolf? Felt the ears, but not the eyes Was it metaphysical completion overlapping itself? I tried so hard not to exist Finally finding what I searched for, Now poetry doesn't exist To give it meaning. Universe compelled by completion, Fast tracked to the ending. I didn't want it but I couldn't help it. Reverberations, echoes, bouncing off stereo walls. Prisms, colors, I can't see anymore. I can hear them, but not for too long. Deafening everything around me. No pendulum swinging... Deafening... Surroundings disappearing... Time forcing it's way in through the scabs The scars were nothing but dead ends Collected like snow and began to burn my skin In the cold, numbed body, Sometimes I feel the warmth But I'm still very dead inside.
10.
I feel the same. To the words never written, That's what I exclaimed. Kiss me where frost has bitten. And I'll kiss the same. To the words I never whispered. My Mouth catching your neck, Excitement in you chest, Moving down to your breasts. Your hands are doing fine, Guiding yours into mine. To the words never written, Kiss me where frost has bitten. As walls fall to time Proves to me your mine. I feel the same. To the words I never whispered. My Mouth catching your neck, I feel the same. Excitement in you chest, Moving down to your breasts. I feel the same. Your hands are doing fine, Guiding us through time. Proves to me that you're mine.

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Paul Hundeby - Vocals, Drums, Bass, Guitar
Walter Kappler - Guitar
Dylan Kappler - Strings, Piano, Cello, Vocals in the track Franklin.

Guitars tracked by Walter Kappler.
Everything else tracked, mixed, and mastered by Paul Hundeby at City Pro Recording.

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released July 16, 2014

Album cover by Fritz Kappler.
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