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Draw Blood!
01:35
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As my hands ease their way
Across the sloping hills of your hips
You pull me close and your teeth sink down
Into the flesh of my lower lip
Holy water, alcohol, and love
Pierce the skin, draw blood!
Lay your weight where my ley lines meet
Where they intersect and ignite
And I will share my truest name
Without deceit, without a fight
Holy water, alcohol, and love
Pierce the skin, draw blood!
Yeah!
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2. |
Annihilation
02:44
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There is no question that I am in love with you
Silk ropes and silver all tight on my wrists
Bitter botanical alcohol stinging
The sickly sweet music that pours from my lips
And I
Don’t want to be whole anymore
A cry
Loud enough that you cannot ignore
Break me down into component parts
Make use of my useless heart
All that is good must be annihilated
No new life can grow where the soil is choking
I burn down the gold aspen grove of my ribcage
And dance in the ashes all dying and hoping
And rise on some new day all lovely and leaning
Against all the wreckage, the bombed out apartments
With kudzu and chamomile flowers covering the world
And I, I don’t
Want to be whole anymore
A cry loud enough
That you cannot ignore
Break me down into component parts
Make use of my useless heart
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Basking wild in the morning glories growing up the trellis on the
west wall weeping at the sight of bluebells
creeping ever further from the
forest outside your
unkempt lawn
You are hoping for wind and raining whether or not you
Finish your earl grey tea dark
Vanilla smelling
Heather and the dogwood tree bark
Peeling in the light of the dawn
I am breathing the pollen covered bumblebees sneezing sunlight
Seconds after coming outside into the springtime
Stretching my arms and legs a yawning portal welcoming
a band a-stage
And they play on and on and on
And on
And on
I ask you
If you love me
You smile
Mischievously
You say
I’ll know
If I wake up and you’re gone
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4. |
Revelations 12:1
03:26
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Sing to me songs of disaster
Your lips all the shapes of the moon
I lay flower petals on your eyelids
Your face like a peony in June
And there
In the space
Between our languages
New ones form
And there
In the shelter
Of your arms
I am warm
Rot with me here in the mountains
I don’t need to be anyone
But if you were a seed in my soil
I’d lift up your leaves to the sun
And there
In the space
Between our smiles
I can see forever
You can swallow
All I am
I only need
water
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[wild animal ramblings]
So your house burned down
While you were on vacation
There’s not much that you can do when
The insurance man asks for information
You can sit there and cry
You can lay flat on the ground
When the cops arrive
And tell you not to skip town
They’ve gotta do some checking
They’ve gotta check some things out
And your relatives from New Hampshire
They drop by
They ask you how you’re doing
And you say you’re doing fine
You’re alright, you’re okay
Your lungs are filled with carbon
And your house has burned away
But you’ve got ashes aplenty
You can grow your home anew
Seed packets from a catalogue
Sea water flowing out of you
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6. |
Her/Hymn/Their
03:51
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When I was 16 years of age I stole the brand new razor blade
And peeled off all my boyish skin And slipped into that dress
When came a sound like crashing steps My puckered mouth made useless
Beaten down with callused hands Oh jesus what a mess
There’s a young girl staring back at me
Behind the bloodied nose
She thinks she’s got it figured out
She’s finally cracked the code
But there’s no cryptic cipher
There is only the absurd
And she thinks she knows the language
But she only knows the words
When I was 19 years of age I threw out all my razor blades
A grew my beard as long and thin And wiry as it would go
My skin fit like a wetsuit tight And not uncomfortable despite
The nagging feeling that I might Be more suited for the shallows
There’s a young man staring back at me
Behind the crooked smile
He doesn’t know what’s coming
And he won’t, not for a while
But there’s no cryptic cipher
There is only the absurd
And he thinks he knows the language
But he only knows the words
When I was only twenty three I turned into a willow tree
And weeping by the river’s path I learned to grow again
My hair is to my shoulders And I’m only getting older
But I love myself enough to know The saints are marching in
There’s someone staring back at me
Who’s learning how to pray
They don’t believe in God but they
Don’t know another way
But there’s no cryptic cipher
There is only the absurd
They are learning the language
They are learning the words
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Take what sordid secrets you can find beneath my flesh
I don’t think I want them anymore
When the smell of jasmine flows in past the threshold of my home
I expect to see you standing in the door
There’s a painting of a jackalope that’s bleeding from its brain
And it smells like Texas sweet crude oil
And the seven colored sword that cuts the clouds into the rain
Collapses deep into the red clay soil
When the house on Dennis Street burns down
When I close my eyes I’m witnessing dark visions of the end
Bloated bodies burden branches on a dying olive tree
So I stuff my shirt with toilet paper scrawlings of the portents
And I hope somebody can forgive me
When the house on Dennis Street burns down
Change my name
Burn off all my hair
Smear myself with peach pulp
Who’s really going to care
If the house on Dennis Street burns down
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