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info: joe mahoney: song (w/ watts biggers), sing, guitar, keys, bass, foot

Lyrics:

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Pour me another glass of discovery
This candle light is pure
I'm not really ready
I'm red-eyed, I can hear you fine
I'm just red-eyed

My plans are cancelled
I didn't cancel them
I'm trying to think this through
In fact blow out the light
It's too much to see your eyes
Are dead eyes

But I see the pieces of your broken plate
Across the floor and underneath the table
Which is weird because there's no other light on

I saw your striped pants
Drop to the kitchen floor
You'll need a microscope
To see the threats that keep my pounding heart
Connected to your white eyes

That do not see the pieces of your broken plate
Across the floor and underneath the table
Which is weird because there's nothing else
To look at now

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     I am a software exec. and I do secret internet foo. I live near Boston, Massachusetts and spend a lot of time in San Francisco.
     I began writing poetry a few years ago in a brave but ultimately feckless attempt to stave off a canonical entrapment breakdown.
     I sometimes write with a pseudonym: Yorick_Nixon. I also write music and play musical instruments. I was a member of Boston noise band Inner Beauty and San Francisco improv combo Senator Buchanon. With the members of Inner Beauty I co-authored a pre-web internet published dystopic novel entitled "Skunk Angst".
     Any spare time I have I read Shakespeare or listen to Bach. Bach seems to be the one thing all nerds agree on. I've lost touch with my culture. Though my friend Janet has turned me onto Cat Power. My only firmly held cultural belief is that Chan Marshall of Cat Power is kind of a babe.

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