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Why Don't Money Have To $weat It

from Goodnight, St. Idiot by Saint Idiot

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headlight charging wolfish eyes glowing red
beast up ahead, beast running dead
I'm always only sneaking up on real life
every ellipsis wants to speak

disobedient objects unbearable
try to make it look like an accident
in your bones, questions, apertures,
cross-legged, lamp-lit, Anthropocene

and money just feels like wind when you spend it
origination interdependent
show me a bible that's falling apart
and I'll show you how to end it

one, two holocene
I let other bodies orbit me
I'm softly killed by irony
better haunted poems roaming free
hindsight 20/18
improvise with entropy

one, two, sure I do
I close my eyes and see right through you
channeling the energy of a
hydroplaning eighteen-wheeler
I'm always only barely in control
of this thing that I'm driving
I'm driving
I'm driving

in your eye my hopes live a life separate
inertia desperate
this pointilistic Geiger counter laughter that I'm after
I want to kick the shit out of a masterpiece, just to see
what the world would do to me

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from Goodnight, St. Idiot, released April 10, 2018

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Saint Idiot Edmonton, Alberta

Saint Idiot (Tomáš Andel) is a Slovak-Canadian art pop musician living in Edmonton. While Tomáš is often writing his way through all that can come up when one risks feeling deeply in an often unfeeling world—doubt, grief, desolation—his music has been described as reverent, downright ecstatic—a "music of surprises.” It is often compared to the music of Sufjan Stevens and Björk. ... more

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