1. |
Raymond Hood
02:15
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Raymond Hood dreamt of
A city of towers, bridges of life.
Shot through with air.
Shot through with light.
"A City Under One Roof."
Structured and strange.
Why on earth would anything stay the same?
Black brick and gold trim
It soaks up the illuminated night.
Architecture of light.
Sea-green terracotta on vermillion flame.
It flows side by side, to and fro
Architecture of controlled waves.
Auburn limestone up a running frame.
It races to the sky, in motion and growth.
Architecture of a mountain of
re-imagined stone...
There's no such thing as contradiction.
There's space, difference, and position.
There's splits, ruptures, and divisions.
Each cut from temporal blindness and vision.
Bridges of style.
He livened the city and squeezed
Us inside.
Blending our bodies into
Azure skies.
We follow ourselves into each other.
Each to their own. All in together.
Effect follows form.
Effect will outlast.
Where is there Truth in
Concrete, steel, or glass?
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2. |
Black Glass
03:58
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Black glass and background,
The city avoids me.
A void, this world won't see me.
Black glass and tarnish.
The sound of creation,
They built right through me.
Absent the skylight,
Follow the lighthouse,
The voyager's landlocked,
Adrift in the tarmac,
Body devoid of a singular shape.
The city is shining
The city is shining
The city is shining into itself,
Like an inverted sun.
A void,
No one wonders where you
Are from.
The heaped up streets
chocked by my body's
unwanted heat.
The city avoids me,
Or at least it tries.
Hiding itself in the dream
Of the sky.
Black glass and shadow
The city absorbs me
Like the wet of the rain.
Black glass and crisis
A void, the needle encapsuled
The sphere.
Absent the north star,
Follow the traffic.
The voyager's landlocked,
Discreet in congestion
Devoid of a singular name.
The city is changing
The city is changing
The city is changing at speeds too
Fast to see.
It's running right through me
Like I've become empty.
The machines for displacing
Re-space me.
My face a farce of nostalgia.
The city destroys me,
Or at least it tries,
Building new cities
Out of reach in the sky...
Black glass and background,
The city avoids me.
A void, this world won't see me.
Black glass and tarnish,
The sound of destruction.
They built right through me.
A void...
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3. |
Red Door
03:33
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A straight shot
third floor,
Right side, red door;
Keep your head down.
a faint sound,
The grinding of industrial machines.
Late night, midtown;
Someone's creeping in the red door.
We're all hiding in the light,
City of the Empire.
There are bodies
Behind white sheets,
In white walls
And they're unseen.
Behind the red door,
The walls seethe,
Out the window,
Just concrete.
Someone's creeping in the red door.
There are faces
Behind white sheets.
They're quiet
And their life's cheap.
We're all hiding in the light.
City of the empire.
We're all hiding in the light.
Late night, midtown
Where it's lowdown,
The bound-ground.
A faint sound,
The grinding of industrial machines.
A straight shot
third floor,
Right side, red door,
Keep your head down.
You're hat low.
We're all hiding in the light.
City of the empire.
We're all hiding in the light.
There are faces
Behind white sheets.
They peak out,
And they don't leave.
Behind the red door
It's filthy.
People sleep where
They're working.
We're all hiding in the light.
City of the empire.
We're all hiding in the light.
City of the empire...
Late night in midtown
Where the sky disappears.
Vendors selling secrets
In sour breaths of air.
Someone's creeping in the red door.
They are lurking
Like hunters
On the night prowl.
And their hungry
For right now.
Someone's creeping in the red door
In the red light
On the white walls
Where it's unwashed.
Somebody's spreading shame,
You can smell it
From the city drains.
Below the lighthouse,
In the dead-night,
On the dark-roads
Someone's creeping in the red door.
Below the lighthouse,
Eastbound, westbound.
Midtown,
Down-low and low-down.
It holds the whole town.
Below the skyline,
Below the high-tide
Where nobody's wide-eyed.
Someone's creeping in the red door.
A straight shot,
Third floor, right side
Red door...
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4. |
Horses In The Sky
03:00
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He said, "Behold! We are suspended by invisible strings."
We looked up, clinched to our feet.
We should have fallen.
So lost in the thought
That this could be magic
we sunk into awe.
Finally the promise of splendor,
We're finally surrounded
How we always imagined.
Earth has surrendered.
We should have fallen.
No strings attached.
All that is weightless
Can never collapse.
There are horses in the sky,
Hoofs towards heaven,
Racing to nowhere
Up the vertical plain.
No strings... No strings...
They galloped over steeples and spires
And it didn't strike us as strange.
We reach towards each other
And feel nothing at all.
No strings... No strings...
We look through the mirrors
And see nothing at all.
No things... No things...
The silhouette of the city's
A cold silver shroud
It feedbacks the clouds
To keep all eyes off the ground.
Even the blocks are unfixed
from the grid.
becoming floating facades in new spaces to live.
The towers are constructed by shadow
And light,
Stone becomes streams.
Life to desire and the touch-less
Content of dreams.
We hold to the city,
Our memory's a collective mirage,
Just as the brick of the past
Is at flight in new walls.
We should have fallen,
No strings attached.
All that is weightless can never collapse.
There are horses in the sky,
Racing to race
We're chasing their tails
Carving sky into tangible space.
No strings... No strings...
We are chasing the chase.
We'd stop if we ever just thought it was strange.
We reach towards each other
And feel nothing at all.
No strings... No strings...
We look through the mirrors
And see nothing at all.
No things... No things...
The silhouette of the city's
A warm amber flood.
It feedbacks the sun.
To keep all eyes on what
We wish to become.
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5. |
Mies's Green Bench
04:10
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I sit aside the city on Mies's
Marble green bench,
Only to sit.
I fall into his singular space.
The traffic up Park Ave's
Absorbed by the fountains.
The sound of water:
Quenching, cleansing, free-flowing
Remoteness.
I'm thirst-less, purging, ripples of focus.
On Mies's marble green bench.
53rd street slopes below me,
Like the nadir of Manhattan.
It all disappears.
All things fall into the
calm of the square.
I sit aside the city on Mies's
Marble green bench,
Only to sit.
I fall into his singular space.
Before I sat down,
I was steaming.
I went northbound from downtown.
The ground moved beneath me.
I was speeding...
The city's a theme park,
A Dreamland,
A thrill that carries a nightmare.
It's wonderfully exhausting.
You play parts 'til you're
Jaded, destroyed, recreated.
Creative destruction.
Amazing! Each impending disaster
Is pure exhilaration.
I was clustered and anxious
In congested constructions
Of Midtown.
The towers are restless,
It seems like they are speeding.
From a vertical stare,
I swear that they are leaning.
Impending disaster,
It's Capital's law.
At speed in a feeling
I, strangely, seldom desire a pause...
I sit aside the city on Mies's
Marble green bench,
Only to sit.
I fall into his singular space.
I watch Seagram's
Beautifully calm honey-bronze skin.
It's a serene curtain wall.
It hides from the skyline,
You hardly see it at all.
So far away,
Yet nowhere but here.
Manhattan becomes a whisper,
A slow golden glow.
It's of no consequence,
On Mies's marble green bench.
I stare at the glass,
Am I looking inside
Or back at myself?
I feel the weight of the world,
Or is it the weight of myself?
53rd street slopes below me,
Like the nadir of Manhattan.
It all disappears.
All things fall into the
calm of the square.
I sit aside the city on Mies's
Marble green bench,
Only to sit.
I fall into his singular space.
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6. |
The Erotic Lure Of Night
03:08
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Across the river,
Manhattan unveils at night,
Dropping it's masonry gown,
Revealing its body of light.
I watch with glowing eyes,
Seduced by the silent song,
The glimmered dance,
The echoed calm.
From the outside I travel in place,
Ravished by light,
There's a part of me
I still need to chase.
There's so much to learn,
Learning oneself,
Learning how to be heard,
How to be felt.
I look at the city and re-imagine myself.
What can I teach? What can I be taught?
Burning away to be dissolved in the light.
Feeling the erotic lure of Manhattan at night...
Downtown's a floating lantern,
Glowing embers
Up an open cavern
I am full of language,
Where does it take me?
Midtown to Uptown's a lighthouse,
Shining and beaming,
Calling me Calling me.
If I keep drifting
Then maybe I'll make it.
Where does it lead me?
I'm drawn to the light,
Feeling the erotic lure of Manhattan at night...
Across the river
Manhattan's a "play of brilliants,"
I float in the flood light.
I'm silent, in my own stillness,
Riding the ebb and the flow.
The body is thrilling
I am hoping and yearning
an object of the city's "focal glow."
The body is restless
Sifting and searching
Through "ambient luminescence."
The light grows brighter,
The deeper I go.
There's so much to learn,
Learning itself, learning how to be known,
How to let others know.
I travel in place
Burning away to be dissolved in the light
Feeling the erotic lure of Manhattan
At night...
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7. |
My Black Crystal
04:42
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One can get lost when there's
so much to miss
in the grit of the grind.
The rifts in the grid.
I'm drifting uptown
through mirrors reflecting
uncertain times.
There's no where to arrive.
This street won't feel again
as it does right now.
It flows into me,
same speed as sound.
Everyone's so high
and I'm falling down.
It won't matter tomorrow,
there's no talk in this town.
I'm here all the time
but, I'm just passing by.
Chasing the cracks
in my fracturing mind.
I don't have space to know
each of my lives.
It's so easy to hide,
walking alone under the dreaming
skyline.
There's so much to miss
from my own black crystal of emptiness...
One can get lost where
the needles hiding the spheres.
I feel my sense of the world
dissolve and disappear.
I'm drifting downtown through shadows
where I'm only a glare
There's no where to arrive.
This block won't keep the shape
that it holds right now.
It's so imposing, I feel disavowed.
Everything's so straight
and I'm winding down.
It won't matter tomorrow,
nothing stays in this town.
I'm here all the time
but, I'm just passing by.
Chasing the cracks
in my fracturing mind.
I don't have space to know
each of my lives.
It's so easy to hide,
walking alone under the dreaming
skyline.
There's so much to miss
from my own black crystal of emptiness...
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8. |
The Tombs Of 5th Avenue
03:25
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So, You want me to move, do you?
Just disappear,
go underground, take your despair.
Nah! I'll stay right here...
You don't know who I am
Watching me haunted,
shouting at ghosts invading my skin.
Look through my eyes.
See, mine are steep tunnels
that lead to deep puddles
And I have sleep troubles.
You don't have a clue.
I lay awake at the base of the
skyscraping tombs of Fifth Avenue.
Oh! City of dead dreams.
Yes, my dreams are dead.
Create and destroy,
I was created to be destroyed.
A man in a void.
Lost and unfound
Lying awake
on this burial ground.
You don't have a clue.
I lay awake at the base of the skyscraping
tombs of Fifth Avenue.
This city's paved over dreams.
Rubble and wreck.
Brick, mortar, and bomb.
Sift, siphon, embalm.
When the dust settles
Most of me is shot through
and gone.
I'm a slip of the tongue.
a rift in the world that you want.
The cackling cans on this myth-maker street
Do you want me to leave?
Ask your own body how I've become it's disease?
You don't know who I am,
or how I'm alive.
I talk to the dead
and they offer me life.
No, I won't leave!
Ask your own body how i've become it's disease?
You don't have a clue.
I lay awake at the base of the skyscraping tombs of Fifth Avenue.
Oh! City of dead dreams.
Yes, my dreams are dead.
Create and destroy,
I was created to be destroyed.
A man in a void.
Lost and unfound
Lying awake
on this burial ground.
So, You want me to move, do you?
Just disappear,
go underground, take your despair.
Nah! I'll stay right here...
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9. |
The Built This For Me
03:50
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They built this for me.
I live the same as
The powers that be
You take what you can
I take what I want.
You won't get what you need.
Look in the sky,
That shine so pristine,
They built that for me.
How did you sleep?
I rested well
Haunting your dreams.
(Yes, that was me.)
You'd do the same if you could,
But, they built this for me.
I live the same as the powers that be.
Nothing is sharply defined
Because what's made gets un-made.
I've re-made spaces, changed shapes
Until I made it
And called it all mine.
The finest of fine.
Finery, finally, refined.
My home is a gold-laced palace
In a fenced kingdom of glass.
My own prismatic sheen.
It was plotted when I purchased
A piece of the sky.
All ships ahead,
This is the brightest beacon
For admiring eyes.
Finally refined.
"A city upon a hill"
We cut the grid,
Stripped the blocks,
Gutted New York
And pushed it away.
Now look where I am,
I stand in the clouds
And stare down at the condemned.
Tell me I'm cruel.
It's not how one should think.
You'd do the same if you could.
But, they built this for me
They built this for me.
I live the same as the powers that be
You take what you can
I take what I want.
You won't get what you need.
Look in the sky,
That shine so pristine,
They built that for me.
How did you sleep?
I rested well
Haunting your dreams.
(Yes, that was me.)
You'd do the same if you could,
But, they built this for me.
I live the same as the powers that be.
Nothing is sharply defined
Because what's made gets un-made.
I've re-made spaces, changed shapes
Until I made it
And called it all mine.
The finest of fine.
Finery, finally, refined.
Spare no expense.
Extend where we can spend.
Nothing is sharply defined.
Write the cost on the walls,
On the art, on the light in the sky.
Write it on the shape and the size,
How it imposes itself day into night.
Write it on the oak we've cut
From the forest,ì
Stripped down and remade.
It shines like a stone in our lobby's
Precious display.
Write it for the outer-boroughs
Steeped in urban decay
And the hordes down the blocks
That are out of my way.
Spare no expense...
25 Billion and counting,
Finally refined.
Now, look where I am.
I stand in the clouds
And stare down at the condemned.
Tell me I'm cruel.
It's not how one should think.
You'd do the same if you could.
But, they built this for me.
I live the same as
The powers that be
You take what you can
I take what I want.
You won't get what you need.
Look in the sky,
That shine so pristine,
They built that for me.
How did you sleep?
I rested well
Haunting your dreams.
(Yes, that was me.)
You'd do the same if you could,
But, they built this for me.
I live the same as the powers that be.
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10. |
The Lobby And The Shell
03:02
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How long does beauty last
before it has to be explained?
How long does it arouse
before its dated and plain?
There are plucked flowers and vestiges.
What ifs and memories.
nothing grows wild.
The eye is invaded
by armies of time.
Day tarnished day,
beauty isn't always sublime.
Sometimes seeing is only
seen for a while,
then it goes blind.
What did it see once before?
Why can't it see it no more?
We gut the lobby,
Keep the shell.
We gut the lobby,
keep the shell
We gut the lobby
Keep the shell...
This city's no capsule, preserving
a past.
It's a testing ground for disaster,
chasing the creative thrill in collapse.
The newness of action,
destruction that's beautifully rash.
Don't strap in too tight,
or grow too attached
or you'll just be a wreck
in the beautiful crash.
We gut the lobby,
Keep the shell.
We gut the lobby,
keep the shell
We gut the lobby
Keep the shell...
Oh! New York, New york,
your beautiful neurosis
has the proudest display.
The Truth of the city is
that it's always unmade.
We race to destroy
before the natural course of decay.
It's an aesthetic compulsion,
at ease in the fray.
We're inspired and constricted in
this beautiful absence of space.
Create to amaze,
without a message.
Destroy to create,
abstract cathexis.
Just don't grow too attached,
or you'll just be a wreck
in the beautiful crash.
We gut the lobby,
Keep the shell.
We gut the lobby,
keep the shell
We gut the lobby
Keep the shell...
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