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Viceroy

by Mark David Ashworth

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1.
(instrumental)
2.
Airplane 02:30
i know when your plane landed. i saw it from my window. it peeked through the gaps between buildings to the east of my hotel. You watched the city grow near as the jet made its descent. did you feel i had watched you when the seat-belt light went off? A neighborhood is farther than continents or oceans. How can i hope to find you in a city of twenty million?
3.
Eggs (free) 04:57
You’ve got no basket for your eggs You thought that that would be the end… but it wasn’t.
4.
The Dirt 01:49
Go ahead, interrogate i’ve nothing to confess yet the dirt under my fingernails is enough to suggest: that I’ve been somewhere that i shouldn’t have gone. From the subway exit turn around and take ten steps take the stairs up to the fourth floor mine’s the first door on your left but if i’m not there, then it may be a while.
5.
Of the shore, we can see very little what might be stones, what might be skulls but its worth the risk… put down the anchors here we might find: something we can hold in our hands A village burned. They were unhelpful. They answered arrows to our simple question: “where is the gold that we were promised?” we will not leave untill we’ve found: something we can hold in our hands
6.
on the forming of routines: you eat somewhere one day you eat somewhere two days and the waitress now knows you to the old washer woman, to the cook and the cobbler, to the newspaper vendor: your face, it takes form. on the sidewalks of this earth and on those of the next world your feet will still wander and your gaze still turn inward if the cracks in the sidewalk seem deep and familiar its because they are time warps that we walk upon one again in the neighborhood where you have a history your feet know the way and they take you there quickly and when the man on the corner flashes his recognition this could be any day of the last three years.
7.
A wordless script for one moment of peace ecstatic blink of the freedom from need the noise of the city embraces my chest and my clamor is tamed and expelled with a squeeze. From marble steps and from fetid lagoons withered hands, they are selling balloons and the dark side streets echo as empty guts bellow some unpronounceable truth.
8.
Silver and Gold (free) 05:00
Down with your bulldozers! the mines will exploit themselves they will spit a worthless shine. This hunger is made to last the world fits so neatly upon our backs. but oh, sir. no, sir! today we will decline. and it will be fine. And now what will we eat that the feast of stone of iron is complete? We’ll eat silver and gold. Silver and gold. And when this day it is done one rest will be followed by a less restful one and when they serve us our plates of gruel, we will refuse. We will eat silver and gold. Silver and gold.
9.
We built a levee for a flood that never came bullied by the fear of a false hurricane and the waters have stayed on the other side and our throats are parched and our kids rub their eyes as they run, raising clouds where the sunlight hides and the plants take their bows and then fall to their sides what we’ve done to our river, what we’ve done to our land we decided to undo by our very same hand and just as we’d feared – or expected, some say - the rain came around the very next day. and the wind shoveled water like the dirt on to a grave and we went down swimming with smiles on our faces.
10.
Someday we will share an elevator never to exchange a single word and we’ll part ways - having known love. There were days when writers went to battle to see a mirror in the eyes of a dying man. there’s no need for that now - now we just sleep. There’s a secret passion in this distance - bigger than the space thats being filled, and we fill it best, when we are far away. far away, far away.
11.
(instrumental)

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recorded 2006 in Mexico City, Lima, and Texas

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released September 18, 2007

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