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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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from Overgrown, released October 30, 2012

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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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