1. |
world within
04:26
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it’s all for a world within, something so special
that lines keep singing us farther down wires to buried cities
that we keep hollowing a honeycomb of tunnels
moles lit red to switchboards in dark places
with faster exchange rates and always more apart
we push so much concrete in brain-folds, we implode
the land’s inked and weary being’s known every inch by axles
bulbous we drill to own each grain, to drain each titled vein
but no axis internals you like I do
laughing, so solvent-crystalled, child-valved, so feather-touched
back dense-sparked, so kissed, as you do
as I caress you
free, trail your ganglion comets of nude insight
and shining sea-jelly across my cavern roof
your belly to mine, compressing new stars
nm scoble, 1998-04-14 — 2009-10-21
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2. |
knows (no answer)
05:36
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hey miss kissing fleece,
call in rain, who hears whispered ears
dawn in pastel dust, who drew, do you shiver in river years?
one stone’s throw from heaven,
your falling face ripples, beams,
i’ve unseen seen where your makeup runs,
streaming in dreamgleaming beams.
unposed question knows no answer’s home.
laid on time’s skin, do you brush close,
unnamed as claimed to the bone?
leaning through, who draws who
on canvas, you colored line?
eddy of uncaught, unpainted rhyme
how could I not make you mine?
unposed question knows no answer’s home.
laid on time’s skin, do you brush close,
unnamed as claimed to the bone?
leaning through, who draws who
on canvas, you colored line?
eddy of uncaught, unpainted rhyme
how could I not make you mine?
how could I not make you mine?
how could I not make you mine?
how could I not make you mine?
nate s
08-31-05c — 2009 - 10 - 21 — 2010 - 07 - 04 —
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3. |
dutch merchants
06:15
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dutch merchants
loved someone til the alarm rung
woke so freshly blue
you see we learn, we each took turns:
light the match, and see who burns
oh my love
so long gone
went to sleep, could tell it was deep
by how dry the desert city sparkled
dutch merchants long ago had built
huge houses, all walls, with no insides at all
i’d map for you my land of dreams
and fill that land with streams
oh baroness of i can’t express
might as well get up, get dressed
nate s
10 - 29 - 06 –
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4. |
sister crescent
05:14
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sister crescent
witchy . . . . . witchy wizard. . . . .
witchy wizard sugah, witchy wizard hookah
in republican panties, europa cool
sister spike & sister crescent
dance in this desert with sidewalking drums
witchy wizard sugah, witchy wizard hookah
witchy wizard sugah, witchy wizard hookah
make a bomb with our magic, utopia jewel
sister spike and sister crescent
berkeley insh’allah titania’s sung
sistah / with your child in the window
tarot / such a fragile dyna-mo
oh-oh / teaching little girls magic, bare to moonsight
spike bent / with the kids on the sidewalk
mike walk / walking down to the beat-ho
conscious / past the cop, on your mindflight to our family
sistah / living wage for the people
tarot / as you lift up my crystal
oh-oh / on the bed with a genius poet of dagger
spike bent / moor is conning a schoolboy
crescent / sistah smell her patchouli
conscious / in your grotto at midnight, bare to moonsight
crescent / oberon’s with titania
ah-ah / may we live by the panthers
ya-ya / keep your black magic awake til we remake
sistah / with your child in the window
oh-oh / she’s a fragile dyna-mo
tarot / keep your black magic awake til we remake
free. . . this dope in cop-bugs mirror,
we awoke, curtains clear
sun-head, on my bed, hold your heart full of cream,
my sistah, dream
nate s.
2009 - 10 - 21 — 2010 - 03 - 05 — 2010 - 04 - 22 — 2011 - 06 - 10
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5. |
lazy as our seasun storm
07:02
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lazy as our seasun storm
love call this new age our own
our seasun storm’s coming closer now
look in the sun
love call this new age of our straddled tides
‘the healer dives’ stretched in black coral wave’s edge
bleed pearl sheen, gasoline
beached, all our cruise ships to all of our failures lie
these sand-filled hulks, we’re soaked, we slide,
as from us our sea-thief glides
but look how blue is the glad sky with seasun’s song
and i’m with you, my child bride
look in the sun — our storm has come.
. . . as from us neptune glides.
time was that we made a big decision, my friend
on our liner’s back that broke
her jewels are sinking deep, we’ll sweep
under, where we have a bit more vision, my friend
though we made our pearl-filled oyster choke
far down on rusting hope
my diving belle says ‘i fell
was it ill neptune
or me salted his cell’
but we’ve begun our slow change
grown coral-boned and so strange
finally all our own
where the whole whale’s bones
are known to gleam
in our seasun storm.
love, we’ve woken up.
love call this new age our own
we’re swimming up
nate s
09 - 18 - 09 — 09 - 19 - 09 v3 — 2010 - 04 - 11 — 2010 - 04 - 22 — 2010 - 07 - 04 —
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6. |
would you really
07:07
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(instrumental)
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7. |
transGodLOVE
05:18
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transGodLOVE
boymangod boymangod
boymangod tranTransGodLOVE
(oh man, tell me what you see, boy)
i. . . see.
I. . . SEE:
nate s
10 - 29 - 06 – 2010 - 04 - 22 —
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8. |
making strides
03:36
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making strides
i believe but one of us hides
bout your back when the guests come and
who derides that we’re making strides
here in our world of all worlds
there’s no need to sound the alarms
‘round your charms when the guests come and
it’s such charm that you’re in my arms
here in our world of all worlds
tete-a-tete we’ll stride to the moon
in this room, as the guests come and
as we zoom, i’m high around you
here in our world of all worlds
were you slack, in hip hypnosis a homeless ago
now we’re back to back and toe to toe we surpass who slides,
as we’re striding
(can’t you see i’m looking at we
face-to-face as the guests come and
i believe we’re ready to be
here in our world of all worlds?)
hey who chides your faith of hot honey out of the rock,
everyone confides, the way you walk makes a movement talk,
as we’re striding
i believe but one of us hides
bout your back when the guests come and
who derides that we’re making strides
here in our world of all worlds
nate s
03 - 09 - 09 — 2010 - 04 - 22
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9. |
heydays
10:22
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HEYDAYS
here’s to today’s child painting on your kitchen counter
where your velour parades with gilded shades of jade
& every kid’s lid flips on that siamese on your red door, tail lashing,
crashing gold leaf to the floor
i could never tell quite how you played it,
but now you’ve essayed it, every ivory glows
just like us, tickled merry christmas holly strawberry,
winter grey days, summer play days, all are heydays of Maylo.
kirsten taps down the front steps in matching lemon heels & mini
you come out to meet the chevy dude your daughter’s going out with
he is staring at mark paul brad d. and me as we build mud castles
in your front yard, where the neighbors wish you’d plant a nice lawn
as you’re checking out this dude, you say “my god, now isn’t that neat?”
to us in your siamese cat voice, as yours truly gives the tour
you bend to look, hooked, as one sculptor to another shares what only
freaks can know, while kirsten pokes her date, “cool, huh? you like? let’s go--”
in those heydays, those heydays of MayLo
let’s get on with more heydays,
more heydays of MayLo
your jazzcat’s arranging, four flats, he pads quiet into the kitchen
puts down his horn, kisses you, you both refill, keep christmas sailing
through the hot midsummer’s evening, stick around no need for leaving
2 a.m. as kirsten comes home, he chats quiet in front with her date
in those heydays, those heydays of MayLo
let’s get on with more heydays,
I want more heydays of MayLo
why can’t we have more heydays
more heydays of MayLo
nate s.
v105-01-98 -- 2011 - 08 - 31
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10. |
hey papa
06:58
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hey papa
hey papa your girl asks
hey she says i just don’t know
should i stay or should i go?
your desk sits saying i’m here
yes your horn says to your chair
your tune still floats in the air.
i can’t see you but i hear you
hey papa come on home
hey papa blow your horn
hey papa just play it slow
your girl writes, sews, makes a call
looks at her face in the glass
oh she says can’t fake this at all
put this pen down on the desk,
sat with you just yesterday
papa i just want to ask
hey papa does the sound swing?
hey papa does it swing smooth?
i will sing blues in a groove
i will sing blues in a groove
nate s.
11-29-05 -- 2010 - 04 - 22
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11. |
house of glad
05:15
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house of glad
for ‘Eno’ and for Andy
are you home
are you home (yeah, yeah)
yeah i’m home, yeah i’m home
mama says let’s have a party — it could help to pay the rent
oh yeah, let’s call our arty friends, nobody has a cent.
mama looks up and she smiles — yes she says, you know i’m bad
my bed is gonna shred you dad, welcome to the house of glad.
— today was long, so much went wrong — come in, kick back, relax.
— i love the way you sing your song, with no fear of a tax (you’re home, yeah.)
oh no, did you say i’m tired — wait until my breakdown’s bad
oh no, it’s not that kind of pad, welcome to the house of glad.
dear mad i know your job did blow, have done with feeling sad.
you’re home, we can move slow, it’s time to glow, we’re in the house of glad. (you’re home, yeah)
sylphs and satyrs sun in our funroom,
— (mm) look at my litho — mmm ditto your mytho.
— darling i know, your job did blow,
darling, my pet giraffe.
laugh in this gold grass out our window,
til our oaks and owls, and our cats and witches,
show and you know, your wizard’s aglow
here in the house of glad.
o hallelujah, working out, we’re done with feeling sad
i’m here with you and we can shout: we’re in the house of glad (we’re home, yeah)
o no, did you say, i’m fired — oh you know, that isn’t bad!
your better job will soon be had, welcome to the house of glad
oh yeah — we’re home — oh yeah — oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah oh Yeah oh YEAH oh YEAH
we’re HOME
(concurrently:)
we’re here in the house of glad!. . . I feel like curling up & dying. . . what am i saying —
that job’s a rat’s ass!. . . i’m here in the house of glad with you, gonna kick back with you, and — !
we’re here in the house of glad. . . there’s no need to be sad. . . i’m here with you, gon’ kick back
by the fire, got a warm glow on, feeling ALLRIGHT — !
mama says let’s have a party — it could help to pay the rent
oh yeah, let’s call our arty friends, nobody has a cent.
oh no, did you say we’re fired — no, no, no, that isn’t bad!
our better time will soon be had, welcome to the house of glad.
nate s
2009 - 11 - 05 — 2010 - 04 - 22
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12. |
arjuna
05:31
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arjuna
cooperation’s
our new way to get our job done
at our work stations
we won’t leave til we get the work done
cooperation’s
our new way that we live
when it doesn’t tire you out to give
to the one you’re with, arjuna
in your office empire
twelve tall girls work for you hard & bright
licensing interstellar programs
til you hear someone sing round midnite
in your office empire
kiss me now like you kissed me then
like any daughter i need a son
who loves me calm as mom, arjuna
i flipped off everyone in my way
to bow to them on my knees
you bent to me, you curved bare to our kiss
ancient ruins lay between your legs
i stride sky-blue into crimson
love, we’re young but we need to work smart
you bend your head to listen
to the beat of my wide-open heart
have i been born out of depth — i wake up each morning
feeling like such a lie
ach i got nothing left, or so it seems to me
but once more i’ll try —
who is completed dancing — always a work in progress,
i look at my face
and now i can love my creation, prince arjuna, young god
rises from the sea
i must not kill with depressed, in the incest of possessed,
now that i have my son
and now my heart jumps in my chest, light sparkles on my glass
i have my son
nate s
03-15-09 — 2010 - 04 - 11
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nate scoble Los Angeles, California
Los Angeles artist, writer, and musician / Photo by Christen Buchanan.
Early bands:
• The Blue Daisies
• What Makes Donna Twirl
• Future of Hell
• Mouthsore
• Lovegiver
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