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Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson, “Buriedfed” lyrics: http://bit.ly/8sVWvI

BURIEDFED

This is my last song about myself, about my friends
Found something else to sing
Try and patch it up with tape and twine
Maybe I’ll just break everything that’s mine

They wheeled out my casket,
They said, “Boy, lay down your head”
I said, “Aw shit, man, I ain’t even dead”
I won’t be buried for I’m…

My friend, who’s a real yo-yo
She’s always crying, and no one knows why
She’s gonna be alright
Lost her past in a fuzzy fire
Wasn’t even drunk, just a little tired last night

And they took her to the doctor
To fix her heart, and heal her head
She said, “Goddamn, I’m tired of being polite
Go save somebody else”

Friend of mine drank something fine,
Choked to death before his time, last night
He said, “I found that thing you really need”
Come on, you can’t breathe alright

Everyone’ll be there at the burial in your head
And a tear or two, they shed
Then they’re gonna go digging in your hole
And find someone else instead
Make someone else feel dead instead

Oh, he didn’t like people much at all
Tasted better with alcohol
You know how that one goes
He realized he’d missed his whole life
Kissed his dog and shot his wife last night

And they pulled him to a preacher
He said, “Pray ‘Our Father’ prayers”
He said, “Aw shit, man, I don’t even care
Oh, I ain’t did nothing”

Reckless ruin is killing high
A great, fine victory we’re still alive
My, my, what a surprise
I got home late, I don’t care
Better late than never, dear

They took her to the prison
Sat across from him, and sighed
She said, “Fuck you, I wanted just to die
How come you, baby boy, you
You can’t do a damn thing right
You can’t do any damn thing right”

This is my last song I write inside
Going out, find somewhere else to hide
Late at night on an empty street
Ain’t anyone I know walking beside me

I ain’t done a damn thing right
But oh, I’ll try, before I die
How ’bout tonight

They wheeled out my casket,
They said, “Boy, lay down your head”
I said, “Believe me, I wish that I was dead”
But as long as I’ve been running
While this world exploded in this big hole in my head

But as long as I’ve been running
Well, I might just keep it coming
To someone else instead

Oh, you, baby boy, you
You can’t do a damn thing right
You can’t do any damn thing right

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- Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson, “Buriedfed” from Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson, 2008 debut album.

If people play it much differently than you makes it no less of a game.

Dumb fuck.

Too high is the cost for a personal brand.

Spent is the rent
on an abode
for a soul.
No matter.
Just move.
And see, here,
almost a picture.

De Bilitating-Pression, Jacques.
Je suis. Pleased not to meet you.

So much humor.

It’s depressing.

How’s that congenital opposition to self promotion working out for ya?
Not utterly awful, thanks.

BEFORE THE GAME

Shut one eye then the other
Peek into every corner of yourself
See that there are no nails no thieves
See that there are cuckoo’s eggs

Shut then the other eye
Squat and jump
Jump jump high high
On top of yourself

Fall then with all your weight
Fall for days on end deep deep deep
To the bottom of your abyss
Who doesn’t break into pieces
Who remains whole who gets up whole
Plays

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Vasko Popa, translated by Charles Simic. From Homage to the Lame Wolf: Selected Poems, Oberlin College Press; Revised and Expanded Ed edition (December 1987).

Greece, ca. 5th century BC: “Know Thyself. ”
America, ca. 21st century AD: “Personal Brand”
Progress.

Alone, but never anonymous, in the intentional ether.

Sorting.

Alienation without effort.
An acquired skill. Of a sort.

Acts with zero use value are the most meaningful.

The solipsist is a projectionist.
The film you watch is never your own.

I am not here.
There is a preoccupation.
Fort/da: a broader proposition than mind can imagine.

The price of impulse is too high.

Know thyself. Read the DSM-IV.

He was always a couple of steps ahead of the rest.
It wasn’t so awful.
Until the mine field.

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He’s a real metaphor man
living in metonymy land
making it scan
for nobody.
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