A compact disc in a gatefold sleeve. In the way of all objects that exist in the physical world, it is subject to degradation and decay, but that too is beautiful. Share it with your friends! Listen to it in your car! Dance to it in your kitchen! Step on it by accident! Remember your death! You are an incarnate being who deserves incarnate music!
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The air lies low and heavy
with the evening's aching colors.
You can see the summer wearing out
in the dusty grassless patches,
and the day is stuck beneath the weight of every day before it
and the time, the time, the time, the time we wasted.
The sagebrush steeps in the endless heat
and the smell rises from the gutters
where the big trees hang their heavy heads
over the last inch of milky water.
And someday I'll be strong, but not today, and not tomorrow,
in the dry the dry the dry the dry places.
Now another night is falling
and there's nothing for me in it.
Claw my way into a memory
and try to pitch my tent within it,
but there's a wind off of the wilderness come to carry off the firstborn
to the dry the dry the dry the dry places.