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Tap Water
02:10
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when you wake up in the morning
and you've got that funny feeling in your mouth
get a glass of tap water
luke warm tap water
if you forgot to lick the lead paint off the walls
and eat it when you were a child
there's always glass of tap water
luke warm tap water
goes down your pipes as smoothly
as a glass of liquid draino
scabs on the sides of your tongue
and makes your fingers tingle
bacteria bacteria so small
bacteria so small you don't know what they're called
bacteria bacteria
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Heaven
01:05
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this is the point this is the time
this is the moment you respond to
a picture of my name
pulled me from the sum
warm hands of morning on my head
blankets bunch up ashes at the foot of the bed
there's a little wet bunny in a box there praying
and he says "I am a silver ring
I am a silver arc
I am a silver boat
I'm rushing to a point"
and here I am again
pierce the jewels and roll them down from heaven
and here I am again
the pieces fitting in just fine
sitting tight run through with thread
and leading straight up to the sky
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Easy
02:22
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you could help me build this building
you could help me find the words
you could help me fit this whole
into a picture of a place
for all the things that you deserve
it could come so easy now
with a little effort and two more hands
to make the spinning slow a little
and the hammer's din a thing to tell the time
you could take the hammer
and hit the head
build the vessels to carry over hidden points
and draw away the dirty water
strange how it could be so easy
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4. |
Crabman
02:08
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little clippers blue and grey
won't make it through another day
and the bottom of a big old wooden basket
stinking in that ice-y bed
cold and dark I've heard it said
when the silver doors close like a watery casket
crabman
don't let them pincers bite today
although the taste of them is sweet
steaming flakey tender meat
from the ocean floor to your back door inna paper bag
crabman has a song he sings
a ballad to his favorite things
like a soft shell mess in a newspaper nest and a fishy rag
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Glasses
01:50
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I can't remember a time that felt as nice as
searching through the grass so green
you lost your glasses
from the basket on your sister's bike
and you cried because you couldn't leave
I can't remember a time that felt as nice as
flying through the trees and leaves
up above your head
I watched you curse my name
you said I left you there all alone
my mom called me home
my mother called my name
a name that was my own
you looked so angry there
so blind and red
because I left you all alone
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Fist Fulla Paint
01:47
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fist full of paint
nail full of grub
auntie's home cooking
jesus burger
jesus fries
sour apple brings tears to your eyes
bees sting once
bees sting twice
bees sting ten thousand times
Clifford made a call to a christian god
but no one called Clifford because he had a club foot
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Mississippi Flow Rag
01:10
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Flo 2
03:11
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the males of the clan of chimpanzees
which Flo and her children had left
became stricken with polio
swinging from the jungle trees with paralyzed limbs
and nursing their wounds
which they received by the paws
of a neighboring clan from the north
who would beat them in outnumbered fights
5 sometimes 6 against 1
they bullied their neighbors
the females grew uneasy
one of which was related to Flo
the took up the horrible practice
she began at first
to eat her own babies
and then one by one
she beat off the defending mothers
and eating their children she looked at them sadly
like she had no choice against the madness which took her
like the illness which crippled her mates
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Orange 76 Ball
03:01
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things been coming up wrong
since she left here the last time 2 weeks ago
time is moving on small
and the lightbulb in the hall is not my own
somebody stole my
orange 76 ball off my car antenna yesterday
there's a fucked up hole
in the floorboards by my bed now staring up at me
I'm finding her threads of ending
like the circle made of salt there in the corner
like the teeth inside my pill jar
and the new mole on my neck
and the piece of paper with an X drawn in its place
somebody stole my
orange 76 ball off my car antenna yesterday
my room is cold
and the walls are pressing close to call the end of me
one by one they'll vanish
the pieces of my life slip here to nowhere
she's taken up to practice
to feed the snakes that live inside my bones
somebody stole my
orange 76 ball off my car antenna yesterday
and I think she's got it now
tangled up in strings from far away
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Fire Out Front
03:51
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I seen you from the window
your arms all bent akimbo
a sharp silhouette and a pocket full of matches
broken chairs and leaves
and a jug of gasoline
I'm coming down the stairs and the daylight is receding
there's a fire out front
big and quiet and angry
and eating it all slowly with the smoke going off low
standing still
with the dusk behind you
the chill splits you in two with the fire out in front
you cant fight it
its bigger than everything
you cant stop it
its stronger than everything
and the smell of it feels like a lullaby
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Pigeons
01:11
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all the angry wings are beating
all the broken beaks are bleeding
all the birds of god are seething stones that come alive
poking out your eyes
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Coffee
01:05
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I'm so addicted to coffee
I swear to hell its true
although the sun may one day never rise
and freeze our planet blue
I'll have my coffee
I love alot my coffee
with cream and sugar too
and if I have some more from the night before
you know just what I'll do
I'll have my coffee
I drink my coffee
a black and bitter brew
I drink my coffee
makes me have to poo
I drink my coffee
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13. |
End of Things
02:32
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there's things that are written on the arches of the sky
there are overturned cars and broken things and rust
there are endless piles of garbage and fire
and there is the end of things
there's the most beautiful things living like ghosts
while the cruelest things stiffen up in your home
and the lines in between become harder to see
when there is the end of things
there's love and its pockets and its places to live
the sharp silhouette against memory's tricks
there's things to remember as the narrowing continues
when there is the end of things
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Black Lodge Productions Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
An artist owned production company which releases a variety of new and challenging music.
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