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Gather Your Own
04:50
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The fields are half planted and choking on weeds
I've spread my intentions too thinly again
I'll pass one more harvest empty handed
I'll walk through the market with small wilted flowers
And dry yellow clippings
To force on the guilty the bullied and weak
My tools are all rusted but the blades sharp as ever
I'm burdened to know I could work if I want to
And here from my window I'll watch the woods burning
And the forest floor dwellers leave the crime scene with leisure
Cocky they never built homes in the trees
Pile high the brush in the bright shiny center
The crops will grow up and compete if they want to
And the sign on the road will read Gather Your Own
The canes will be thicker the thorns so much sharper
And not so wide open to the picking again
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2. |
Stay Ugly
05:32
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Here we go round again let the compass pin us down
With points few and far between I'd say anything to make you laugh
Here we go swinging sticks for the candy we deserve
Once you open your lips to me I am listening and ashamed
You carry the world to me
With claws out make the leap
There's no tenderness there's no time for it
Stay Ugly like this for me my own personal demon
I like to picture you worse when I'm not around
And the earth it would mix to mud if we settled to just get along
Only the troubled can be redeemed
You carry the world to me stay ugly like this for me
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3. |
Lovers Of Art
04:33
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Lovers of art connoisseurs of shackles
Fine powdered arms flaccid and dimpled
You're loveliest when you're perfectly still
The best cut of meat the right belt and buckle
I wet my teeth and near down on my knuckles
Sour my face am I pretty still
Lovers of art your bad ass disguise
Worn so long you swore it was skin
I want ungently to remove your mask
Trouble in mind and it's more than a bad nerve
More than a headache from the noise
I'd kiss it better but I can't put my finger on the source
Lovers of art crusaders for justice
In absolute terms
Make everything equal and smooth
Clean up this town cut your damn hair and
Suit up for the workday
Make the city streets grid
A world without challenge for the weak at heart
Lovers of art who gave you the message
You neglected to use the proper inflection
You're loveliest when you're perfectly still
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4. |
Move Me
06:32
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Fatten up the contour smooth skin oil
Slice through black water
I will shed this ink I will stay good and dry
And dictate the terms of my drowning
They're all trying to kill me
Now it's pay to play and pleasure
You can't strip the thrill of these blinders
Though it's harder to dodge the hazards
That assert their hearts and mouths
Hose down the fire by telling me you might love me
String up your brass rings down no direction I'm heading
I have no friends where you wish to meet
They're scaling their way around me
They relish each deep sure footing
There's no vindication in trying to move me
Hear them happily chipping away
Pick and Prick they're trying to hurt me
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5. |
Tips For Travelers
06:27
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That's where I found her the last time I saw her
One foot on the landing in heavy wet cotton
High on the steps unfit for travelling
The bedsores and bruises shown through her stockings
ANd with me no mercy to spare
Maybe a cousin an old friend or lover
I wore out my fingers on that tired number
The trail of scent lingered diffused and washed under
I pounded the pavement like stressed rotten lumber
And started in to banging my head
Come midnight come noon I'm not leaving this room
The silence and loneliness she's feeling too
The slick filthy streets buckle under my feet
The world's hungry and mean and it's waiting for me
And I hope that she's feeling it too
That the ring and the chain leave a sickly green stain
And the residue sinks in and poisons her veins
And those pulsing ribbons remind her
Of one who clumsily pines here
I hope that she's feeling it too
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6. |
Hugged To Death
03:56
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look it up, written by Earl Butts, made popular by Hawkshaw Hawkins
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7. |
Crown Me All Better
03:26
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Powder your naked hide
Take your parade out to the streets and kiss the needy
Throw out your windows wide
Take a well heeled step outside and wave the back hand
Genuflect and dot your I's secure the jewels between your thighs
And pray you can't be seen through
Haven't I seen your face on coins and bill and cups and plates
I'd love to mount your head on my mantle
Could I just kiss your hem and chew your dress from end to end
And then crown me all better
Functions and parlour games
Dance cards with names spilled out in blood kiss the conductor
The calvary is standing by secure the jewels between your thighs
And go where you know you're not wanted
Take to the crumbling roads there's other lands and other wars
Uncharted shores and ships to cross in
We'll tie you to the bow wrap ropes across your silky gown
The other pirates will all know that we mean business
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8. |
Lucky Firetrap #3
05:47
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And you know that the wax will never wash from this fabric
I will never forget how it feels to be wrapped that way
Did I promise to call with an answer
To your question that wasn't really a question
There I was scanning the room for means of escape
I will try in your presence to not budge an inch without thinking
If I do come again I'll be sober and stick to my script
I'll be warm and upbeat yet somehow amusing and clever
So soft to the touch that I'll slip right through your hands
I am building a box that will safely submerge me in liquid
I am taking a fork and a knife to the jobsite today
I am eating my heart out and rolling the sinew on my tongue
I am chewing your words I don't want to be mean anymore
And lo and behold if the wax didn't wash from this fabric
The courses of torture have rendered the fibers clean
With new holes and new threads I'm wrapped again in my garment
I will never forget how it feels to be pinned that way
I have fashioned a mouthpiece from books left at my bedside
I am training my shadow to stay from under my feet
I am better than this but too full of pride to prove it
I am freshly embarrassed in front of you three
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9. |
Rosewater
06:13
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Rosewater sweet smother
Head of garlic over my bed
They come running with pick-axes
To fine whittle to trim the fat
Skyrocketing stoked furnace
Warm ashtracks down the stairs
And they come crawling with night vision
To weed out the bad guys and restore the law
Rosewater bathing beauty
Lock up your children contain their youth
With mean metal you fit braces
To each occasion to strengthen the wrong
Dying artform you're all finished
You know tarnish all that you touch
Rosewater you will wait until nightfall
You will pattern your features and raise your pitch
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10. |
Impact
05:46
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Arching eastward and over my head
Spelling trouble with smoke in my sky
It's letter perfect there must be a manual
Is this any way to behave
All the pretty horses will carry your burden
Pick up their hooves and cause a dusty diversion
Saddle them tightly and low with the baggage
Run broken bones through your task then make your mercy killing
All the engineers will handle the details
Tend to the tether and pay for any damage
The strains of suffering like fingers to your ears
I was plastered to the ground when I sensed you coming near
I heard a whinny and I heard a shot
I saw you raise your hand and draw another notch
I felt it coming and I hit the floor
Placed pennies on the rails to stretch my empire into yours
I'd love to have your head and fine fingers
I'd love to have your pert little nose
On a platter surrounded by flowers I'd gathered
From bushes with no spiders or thorns
I rode the nausea I rode the rush
Found another skin to crawl up in a willing soul to crush
I felt it coming and I hit the floor
Broadcast my pulse along these tracks
To claim the empire isn't yours
And in spite of straps and cripplings may your legions grow wings
The clouds show some integrity and part to let you in
I took the taste directly from your lips
And now I wait along these rails to rest the empire from your grip
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11. |
Time Better Spent
04:08
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Based on strength and persistence I'd place you with winners
To relate til your knuckles are raw
And by some divine mystery you manage to find me
Deep in sleep when my tongue is thicker than most
I have lost better days to such rude awakenings
I've slept through entire wars
I'm possessing a peace which frankly disturbs me
And moves me from rotten to worse
I know I've broken even for the last time
Lines turn to splinters in foundations I'd sworn I'd renew
I have never been worse I adore this affliction
Keep me dusted and polished and I'll make you proud
Of the time we spend apart
I have had better company to harass and judge me
I have walked out on far fiercer wars
To this place of peace which frankly disturbs me
And move me from rotten to worse
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