1. |
In Cold Blood
04:40
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It was an aimless congregation of structures in their servitude
A haphazard hamlet hung on the far face of a foreign moon
Unnamed, unpaved, unshaded, caked in the direst of mud
A tomb of termination at the mouth of a gamma ray flood
And it runs in cold blood
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2. |
GO! RUN! HIDE! RUN!
05:09
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We lie and we stay out, we walk about, and breathe the night air
And we coax a fire, in envelope's and postal-note's tin
And here they come, oh shit, hide.
The headlights are growing
Hide. Under pampas-grass hangings
And they chase us through the quiet
They run us through the warm air
And they force us through the forest
And we keep on running
Go! Run! Hide! Run!
We cut the ocean, on splinters and fishermen’s lines
And with nothing left to do, we slip ourselves on back inside
Crawl under covers, and we hide.
From all that is out there. We close our eyes and we
Hide. Behind sheetrock-wall shelters.
And they chase us through the quiet
And they run us through the warm air
And they force us through the forest
And we keep on running
Go! Run! Hide! Run!
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3. |
In Chiaroscuro
03:32
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Give me your eyes
Stay the night
Surrounded
Stranded
This virus inside us
Incubates
Stuck, always
Stranded.
Lo, a shadow swaying out my window
It sways, it salivates,
In swollen, stupor, stutter-steps,
It steps high and hunches low
A staggering vessel
Condemned by light
It’s nocturne nature not realized
We called the cops
The cops don’t come
All we need ourselves a gun
All we need ourselves
A fatal opportunity
The virus drives us rabid raising sun
I keep on
Stomping on
The same shadow
I stomp
And stomp
And still
It only grows
Love, let’s light it up
Aim and light it up
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4. |
I'm Alone, You're Alone
01:45
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I’m alone, you’re alone
I’m just looking for someone to hold,
Oh Lord, the carpet in my car the bleach is eatin' away
It’s pink and it stinks and it’s s’posed to be gray
It’s not
supposed
to fall
apart
that way
Where’d you go, where’d you go?
I’m alone, you’re alone, you know
The roaches in my house don’t live very long
I can’t help but think the narrative's wrong
It’s not
My tongue
Don’t take
My tongue
Just let, me feel
Something worth the feel
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5. |
Cellophane
03:37
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Wrap me up in cellophane
Package me for masquerade
Box me up and tape me in
Cellophane the whole thing again
Hold me up and let me go
Abandon me in florescent appraisal
If you don’t abstain from cellophane and leave
Bag me up and take me home
Check me out and let me go
Store me in a reserved and brimming depot
If you don’t abstain from cellophane and leave
Break me out and make me yours
Wrap me up in cellophane
Package me for masquerade
Box me up and tape me in
Cellophane the whole thing again
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6. |
Old 93
05:41
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Fold it over,
Crease along the hem,
Sewn in indigo.
Brother said so.
Woven in satin,
Bust the seam open,
It’s me again.
It’s me again.
Brother say no
There’s too much haunting around
Brother said, “no.
There’s too much you.”
This treasons over
Your goddess calls us
To sing, “it is me again.
It’s me again”
Brother say no
There’s too much haunting around
Brother said, “no
There’s too much you”
In the timber, I left him,
Left him with blood on his knees
And blood in his teeth
The axe up the tree
I took what I needed
I buried it under my sleeve
The fabric was free
Out by Old 93
And of her I know nothing
Save for the height of her cheeks
Her Cherokee blood, it seeps
I was afraid of the seep
September
She sleeps
In autumnless heat
Let’s go haunting, October
She shakes some spooks
She’s out of reach
We left her at Old 93
Lover say no
There’s too much hunting ground
Lover said, “no.
There’s no one like you”
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7. |
Come Back Home
03:05
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If ever you decide you’re coming home
The room is yours
It’s just the way you’d want it
It’s just for you:
I hung your posters on the wall
I have your photos on your desk
I have your curtains hanging thick,
So the sun won’t shine on in
But the dust sure does stick
If ever you decide you’re coming back
This severance ends
I could just stop waiting
Just for you
I set your pillow on your bed
I set your poems up on the mantle
I set fire to your cigarettes
And forgot about the rest
Oh, you’re all I know
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8. |
Lie Down
05:24
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Lie down, Lie down, Lay my fortune wide
In this story, my life
Is only a line
A little letter in the poem
Allow me and I’ll contribute a song
When yesterday’s wind, came in
The town boarded up, they locked themselves in
And before the thunder
The rain started pouring
The river flood the streets, the wind blew no warning
So Ma, she came out after the storm
Wheeling like hurricane, she turned around, she warned,
“There’s nothing else left,
Everything’s gone
You can stay here, but I’m moving on”
Lie down, lie down, lay my fortune wide
Cause the suns through the pines
And the tides on the rise
And there’s no reason why
For erosion by ocean and outer space light
So Ma she took the train, and I stuck around
But the pine mill closed, no work could be found
So I went for food
I went into town
But the farmers were gone, the market was down
So I went to Rosemarie’s grave
Atop of the hill, she lasted the surge-water wake
So I sat down beside her
But she wouldn’t make a sound
So with nothing else left, I went to lie down and drown
Lie Down, lie down, lay my fortune wide,
Cause I’m through the pining,
There’s no silver lining
No reason to cry
No reason that I shouldn’t lie down and die
Though the river is swift,
It aint always deep
I can see the rocks on the bottom where the crayfish sleep
And I drift, and I pray
I drift and I pray
I drift and I pray
I’ve just enough faith
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9. |
Jug Odyssey
00:16
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10. |
Bottom Feeder
05:11
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Hey Bottom Feeder, with your faith in the mud
Hey Bottom Feeder, twisting in ashes and suds
Don’t you wanna come up?
Hey Bottom Feeder, tell them bout the way it was
Hey Bottom Feeder, with the clang of the dawn
Hey Bottom Feeder, big bang get back it’s bigger than you
Cause the ghost won’t shake it for you
Hey Bottom Feeder, darling, won’t you let em go home?
Oh, siphon this soul mine. What love is enough, huh?
I know. You can’t cut loose from this muck.
Ghost aint coming right up. Ghost ain’t feeling no touch.
Omnipotent honey, the power is nice
Knowing is poison, but the being entices the plight
And you’re fed nickels and dimes
Oh Bottom Feeder hangs the middle, but I don’t exist in this scheme
Can you mend me, shepherd of loons?
Can you holler at em, make a dollar healing them wounds?
Can you pull it out, suck a rheumatism out of her bones?
Pull it out, pull it out, pull it out
Oh Bottom Feeder, can’t you cut it or deliver us home?
Oh, siphon this soul mine. What love is enough, huh?
I know. You can’t cut loose from this muck.
Ghost ain’t coming right up. Ghost ain’t feeling no touch.
Hey Bottom Feeder, with your faith in the mud
Hey Bottom Feeder, twisting in ashes and suds
Don’t you wanna come up?
Oh Bottom Feeder, tell em bout the way it was.
Oh Bottom Feeder, tell em bout the way it was.
Oh bottom Feeder, tell em bout the way it was.
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11. |
In the Sunshine
04:35
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Sister said to me, “remember Franklin’s Grocery?
We’d cop the liquor from the boys in the back
And we’d get drunk and fall and laugh and count our clouds
Drifting silhouettes of ourselves.”
But sister saw the boys and her belly took to swell
So I’d get the liquor myself
Stumbling alone on a sidewalk, praying lord
Lord, don’t see my falling now,
in the sunshine round and round
Sister said to me, “take away my baby,
Take him away from me
Cause the devil is real, he’s raking away in my living room
Dragging, on everything I own.”
So I took baby to the garden and I brushed the gnats away
I hid him in the shade
And I think he may have smiled at the children, ringing-a-rosie around
And I think I may have smiled,
In the sunshine round and round
Sister said to me, “don’t you bring that child around,
Take him away from me
His daddy ain’t coming home, my mind is worn with mockingbird song
Take him away from me”
But with one shot of gin, it’s hard not to side with sleep
And I don’t recall if I dreamed
But I awoke to hear the neighbors crying loud
And sister, dragging baby on the ground
In the sunshine round and round
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12. |
A Way Out
05:06
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Give me your eyes
That crow’s feet gaze
Tampered wirings
Tangle up August
Your eyes, my eyes,
Soon ought to fade
Come autumn time
I’m burning this house down
When embers ash and stray from smoke,
We’ll stray, not to waste another summer
Cause this is as young,
As we’ll ever be
Let go of me
Give me your eyes
If only our arms had held our youth
In the stare and the touch of each other
But this is as young
As we’ll ever be
Look unto me
Give me your eyes
Don’t ignore me lone
Erase me like some relative
You’re tired of dealing with
Love is alone
If there was a connection
I think I was wired wrong
Circuits overload,
There’s nothing but ashes now
But the view’s far more beautiful
Way out
I’ll Find a way out
Far away out
I’ll find a way
Open your eyes, older cedars climb outside
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13. |
Weeds
05:08
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Satellite
Is it bright out there,
Overgrown,
In the tendrils of shade
All your hair’s entangled
In your kudzu crown
It’s all vining and blooming
Untamable
And when we hit calm it was soaking in miles of moonlight
Settled in orchards and vineyards in acres of rows
And over all the fields
Hung satellites
Each inviting us to bathe
And settle in the soil
Over each, another moon
That we couldn’t choose
And when we hit love I just coddled and loved it away
Settled and tied to a bed twin-sized alone
Blindfolded
By ambitious vine
I heard awful laughter
Felt their flashlights rise
Seeking and destroying
Untamable
It’s a massacre
Of every hue
A million moons
Remain to settle
Over all the farms
And over all their fields
A noxious weed
Remains to settle
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Justin Lacy and the Swimming Machine Wilmington, North Carolina
The Swimming Machine runs on combustion. Fill it with fuel – a blend of upright bass, sax, guitar, banjo, mandolin, violin, xylophone and trumpet. To ignite, whistle, shout, and sing. Oxygen is required. Stomp if it gives you any trouble. To get the pistons turning, stir in some tambourines, buckets, shakers, cymbals, spoons, a tin can and as many floor toms as you can get your hands on. ... more
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